After eating the army's big pot meal for a month, Zheng Zheng felt that he was a little unable to hold on.

What started out as a three-kilometer off-road became a five-kilometer off-road, and then it became a weight-bearing five-kilometer off-road.

The five-kilometer cross-country training has made Zhuang Yan suffer enough.

The sudden increase in training intensity made the solemn back heel swell rapidly, and the originally loose shoes became a little squeezed, and the heel hurt as soon as it touched the ground, and he usually almost had to walk on tiptoe, like a thief.

In the past, the solemn moment of running three kilometers of cross-country with bare hands and being able to mix in the middle of the team became a "key object of help".

There is a reason for the name "key assistance target".

The five kilometres are all about the collective achievement. run according to the formation of the class, then it is considered the last place in the class; According to the formation of the platoon, then according to the last place in the row, and so on.

No matter how fast the soldier in front of him runs, it is useless, and only the last soldier will always be counted, and the emphasis is entirely on teamwork and cooperation.

In order to carry forward the spirit that unity is strength, the slower recruits must be helped one-on-one by two recruits with better stamina and physical strength.

The method of helping is actually very simple, the fast recruit pulls forward with a large backpack strap in front of the slow-running recruit, while the other recruit with good physical strength follows behind and pushes with his hand!

What made Zhuang Zhuang feel most uncomfortable was that the person who was specifically responsible for helping himself was Xu Xingguo, the enemy of the enemy.

In the morning five-kilometer cross-country training that is routinely carried out every day, the most exciting thing is Niu Dali.

Zhuang Zhuang felt that people like Niu Dali were simply overenergy patients, and every morning when it was time for the five-kilometer cross-country, this guy began to get excited like chicken blood.

Then he took off his training uniform, and wore only a blue vest with the words "1st Division Teaching Team" printed on it in the winter, revealing a pimple of flesh, and looked at the recruits like perverted shepherds looking at their sheep.

Every time he was dragged by Xu Xingguo like a dog, Niu Dali, the leader of the fifth squad, always ran back and forth in front of the whole team, as if he had inexhaustible energy.

Whenever he passed by the solemn side, Niu Dali would always wave the belt in his hand, and the belt made a whip-like snapping sound of a steppe herdsman's whip in the air, and then roared like a mad dog that had eaten the wrong expired aphrodisiac: "Run!" Come on! Hurry up! If you can't meet the required time, go back and run again! ”

Every time he encounters this situation, Zhuang Yan always feels like he wants to pee his pants.

There's a lot of hard work to talk about.

The solemn back heel became more and more swollen, and later when I went to the toilet, I had to lean against the wall and stand on tiptoe.

The most hateful thing is the hygienist at the battalion headquarters.

solemnly reported to Yin Xiancong that his feet were about to catch up with the pig's trotters, and Yin Xiancong took him to the battalion health center.

The half-hygienist, a soldier is not like a soldier, and a doctor is not a doctor, wearing a white mask, he fiddled with the solemn foot that looked slightly swollen, flattened his mouth and said: "It's normal, it's the adaptation period, it's always a little unaccustomed, just rub some potion." ”

After speaking, he put down the stinky foot of the solemn state, and then took out a bottle of bone water from the medicine cabinet.

"Go back and wipe it, three times a day, and it will be fine after a while."

"Chief's ......"

"No, I'm not a chief, I'm a hygienist, you know? The hygienist, that is, the doctor of the battalion headquarters, you can call me the squad leader. The hygienist, who was white and pure, had a slightly melon-seed-like woman's face, blinking his eyes and looking solemn.

"Squad Leader......"

"Oh, that's right!" The hygienist nodded very appreciatively, "Say, what's the matter?" ”

Zhuang Zheng said: "Can I not train?" ”

The hygienist's eyes lit up: "You want to be lazy?" ”

The solemn expression was more bitter than the bitter gourd, and said, "Squad leader, I am really sick." ”

The hygienist took off his gloves and put them aside, picked up the fake slip list, pinched the pen and began to write on it, and said in a businesslike tone: "In the army, this kind of small problem can't be called a disease, not to mention that you just have some bruises on your heels, it's not a big problem at all, I'll give you two days off, and after two days, it is estimated that it will be about the same." ”

"Two days!?" Solemnly begged: "Can it be longer?" Is it okay for a week? ”

The hygienist stopped his pen, immediately turned around, and stared at Zhuang Zheng with the eyes of an alien: "I can see a lot of recruits like you, why don't you ask me to give you a month or two of rest leave?" Tell you to lie down until the end of the recruit company? Come on, I won't open it for you for the next two days. ”

When it came to this, the solemnity could only shut up in amusement.

But in my heart, I was scolding my mother.

Scolding the ancestors.

Of course, don't dare to scold.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and the solemn heel, who had slightly improved his heel, began to conduct high-intensity recruit training again.

The uncompetitive right foot began to hurt again.

But fortunately, two feet hurt before, but now it's just one, and it walks bumpy, like an iron canopy.

The more sore your feet, the slower you run; The slower you run, the more penalties you get; was punished a lot, and the solemn right foot has no chance to recover, and he still enjoys Xu Xingguo's dog pulling treatment every day, and runs in embarrassment in the sound of Niu Dali's belt.

Falling from a comfortable and comfortable life into intense and arduous military training, he solemnly endured the pressure and hardships that he had never tried since he fell to the ground, both mentally and physically.

His nerves were tense and extremely fragile, and with a little external touch, they would be incorrigibly broken.

Early in the morning, the cold wind was bleak, and he stood solemnly in the queue, with a tall military posture.

Niu Dali, the second squad leader, paced around in front of the queue, he looked at the stopwatch in his hand and said, "There are still twenty minutes to go......"

The solemn thighs felt a little cramping, and the muscles seemed to be squeezed together, and the erection was uncomfortable.

He wanted to move, but he didn't dare, except for a poker clip between the knees of his legs, and a poker clip between his two hands, and the Type 87 army brimmed hat was buckled on his head, as long as he moved slightly, the hat and poker could fall to the ground.

Of course, he is much better than Guo Xiangyang who is standing on the side, Lao Guo is Luo is legged, how can the two feet not be clamped together, the squad leader uses his belt to tie the two feet together, looking like a poor mummy.

The temperature in early spring was very low, and the recruits still had beads of sweat on their noses. A gust of wind blew, and the large-brimmed hat on the solemn head swayed and fell to the ground.

Niu Dali turned around, stared at him, and said expressionlessly: "Take off your hat, add fifteen minutes." ”

Solemn protest: "It was blown off by the wind!" ”

Niu Dali didn't raise his head: "Add twenty minutes!" ”

The solemn nose was crooked: "You are a whole person, I don't accept it!" ”

Niu vigorously raised his head, and his eyes stared coldly on his solemn face: "Add twenty-five minutes!" ”

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