Chapter 425: Life is Full of Accidents

"What's going on?" Serious was surprised, "I saw that he ran well just now, only a little more than one minute and twenty-seven seconds." ”

This is already a very good result.

You must know that in the standard of Army Group A, one minute and thirty-two seconds can reach the top level.

And Xu Xingguo's time was five seconds less.

Don't underestimate these five seconds, squeeze out these five seconds from the 400-meter hurdles, every veteran who has run this kind of torturous event understands the difficulty.

"In a word, bad luck!" Dai Dehan also looked full of anger, and said: "Running with him is a master of the 2nd Division, who is 0.2 seconds faster than him, just occupying the third place, and Xu Xingguo can only take the fourth." ”

Zhuang Zhuang thought to himself, even so, why did Xu Xingguo quarrel so much with Dai Dehan before?

Just because you can't finish in the top three?

So he stubbornly asked, "...... just now?"

Dai Dehan said in a rough voice: "Xu Xingguo told me that the top man of the 2nd Division who ran with him had a slight pole support action when he turned the 100-meter turn, and he protested after running, but the staff officer of the invigilator and the flag bearer at the turnaround point did not see it, and it is estimated that the movement was very slight...... This kid was not convinced, and insisted on complaining......"

Both solemnity and seriousness were stunned.

In fact, everyone is not a recruit, whether it is an assessment or a competition, this kind of thing is inevitable.

Anyway, it's all manual invigilation, it's people who always make mistakes, and after a whole day of competition, not to mention the top ones, the invigilators and those who are transferred from the military units to serve as border flag-bearers and obstacle turnaround point flag-bearers will also be tired.

So, it's not surprising to see eye through once in a while.

Not to mention the military career, life is also full of all kinds of small accidents.

You never know what you're going to encounter, and even in a relatively fair military tournament, it's hard to avoid it.

Maybe an assessment is not a big deal for the invigilator staff, because they have to go to various units every year to conduct various invigilation and checks.

But for a soldier, it may be a life-changing opportunity.

Just like the college entrance examination, although there is more than one way to go to college in life, you can't deny that the road of life will go in different directions if you are admitted and those who are not admitted.

In this way, it is not difficult to understand why Xu Xingguo quarreled with Dai Dehan before.

Dai Dehan is the platoon commander of the recruit company of Zhuang Yan and several others, and the lower company is still their platoon commander, so it can be said that he is an old superior.

Under normal circumstances, even a soldier like Zhuang Yan, who is usually a little cocky, would not dare to provoke Dai Dehan, let alone a model soldier like Xu Xingguo.

Of course, I was in a hurry, and then I had a seizure.

"I told him, it's useless to complain! There is no one here who can prove that the soldiers of the 2nd Division have held on to the pole, and the more they continue to be entangled like this, others will think that we can't afford to lose, so we are messing around! ”

Dai Dehan shook his head and sighed: "I know that kid wants second-class merit, but second-class merit is so easy to stand?" In addition to hard work, you need luck! That's fate! ”

After saying that, he stomped his foot and walked in the direction of the bomb throwing field.

The solemn and serious exchanged glances and hurriedly followed.

The distance between the bomb drop field and the obstacle course is not far, and it is only about a hundred meters away from the concrete road.

Today, the training ground of the military training team was in full swing all day, and there were competitions of military events everywhere.

When he came to the sidelines, he solemnly found that many of the top members of the shooting team had come to the side of the bomb throwing field.

The shooting event has been completed, although the results have already come out, and everyone already knows the outcome and defeat, but in order to show the importance, it is still necessary to sort out the results all night, and then tomorrow the award ceremony will be held, and it is said that the deputy director will personally come to announce the receipt of the medals and certificates.

These top shooters had nothing to do, so they went to other venues to watch other people's games, and cheered and cheered their troops and comrades they knew along the way.

solemnly asked Zhang Yuanyi, who was standing on the sidelines: "What's the matter?" How are the bomb throwers of our 1st Division this year? ”

Zhang Yuyi said with a smile: "Anyway, it's not as good as our shooting project, I heard from other divisions when I came here just now, saying that our 1st division is the best at shooting today, and the others are so-so." ”

solemnly said: "Lao Zhang, what are your results this time?" ”

Zhang Yuyi waved his hand, half-modest and half-awesome: "No, no, no, it's not as good as your brother, you are the first, I am only the fourth, right......"

He stretched out his head and glanced at the serious: "Serious, we have calculated your results, ranking third, this year's 1st Division has had a bumper harvest in the shooting event, and the top five and three are our people." ”

solemnly thought to himself, if he is the first, Zhang Yuyi is the fourth, and the serious third, who is the fifth and second?

The first thing he thought of was Gao Xiaoyang.

Gao Xiaoyang is definitely second.

Although he didn't look at his results, and even left without looking at his own results, according to normal strength predictions, the result should be like this.

"By the way, Zhang Yuyi, the second is Gao Xiaoyang, right?" He asked.

Zhang Yuyi grinned, shook his head, and said, "No, Gao Xiaoyang is not even as good as me, in the top ten, he is ranked ninth." ”

"Huh!?" Solemn and serious, the two people who had not watched the whole shooting contest before, immediately exclaimed.

"Ninth!?"

Majestic, I couldn't believe what I heard.

Zhang Yuyi said: "Yes, his results are still behind me, he was faster than me in time, but he missed when he stopped shooting at 100 meters, and one bullet missed the target." The second was a soldier of the 3rd Division. ”

Majest was completely speechless.

Life is so weird, accidents will always happen when you don't know it.

Recalling that two days ago, Gao Xiaoyang was so invincible and majestic in front of the top shooters of the whole army.

But at this last moment, he missed a shot, not only missed the championship, but also almost finished at the bottom in the final final......

Perhaps, it is the same with Xu Xingguo.

People always have to talk about luck.

If Gao Xiaoyang's bad luck is because he met him, then what about Xu Xingguo?

"Huh? Isn't that a soldier of your Eighth Company? Zhang Yuyi suddenly pointed to the bomb throwing field, turned his head sideways to look at the solemn side, and said loudly: "It's your company, right?" ”

solemnly looked at the position pointed by Zhang Yuanyi, and sure enough, he saw that in front of the throwing line of one of the bomb throwing fields, Xu Xingguo was moving his arms, bending down and starting to pick grenades in the box.

Although it was far away, Zhuang Zhuang could still see that Xu Xingguo's whole state was not very good.

If a person is confident and elated, he walks with a light step, as if his feet do not touch the ground.

On the contrary, every step is like walking on thin ice, trembling, which can be completely seen from above.

"Come on, Lao Xu!"

Zhuang Zhuang didn't know why, and suddenly yelled at the audience.

Xu Xingguo heard it, and the hand that selected the grenade suddenly paused slightly.

He didn't respond, and after two seconds, he continued to pick grenades.

It's a matter of success or failure.

Xu Xingguo knew too well in his heart what the three Type 67 wooden-handled grenades in his hand meant to him.

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