It is a shame to let an old man in his fifties and a man in his thirties surpass his own team.

Although he is running with a weight and others are barehanded, how can a soldier not even be able to run away from a local old man?

He shouted loudly: "Han Xiaobei! Zeng Jian! You two run for me! At least give me more than the old man in front, you can't even run away from an old man, you are a soldier in vain! ”

These are the slowest in the class.

But you can't leave these two alone.

Zeng Jian was not bad, although he didn't run fast and was half-dead, but he didn't say a word.

Han Xiaobei is different.

Along the way, he could be heard screaming like a pig.

solemnly forced himself to go into battle in person, dragging the backpack strap and pulling Han Xiaobei to run wildly.

Seeing that he was about to catch up with the old man in front, Han Xiaobei stumbled again, and the person fell directly to the ground.

“…… I...... I...... I ......"

Lying on the ground, Han Xiaobei was like a pig that had been stabbed, screaming mournfully, and his words were not good.

"What a!" solemnly said to Zuo Xiaoheng: "Deputy squad, come and run with me with him!" ”

Zuo Xiaoheng came over, and the two of them dragged Han Xiaobei on the ground, one left and one right, almost overthrowing Han Xiaobei, and ran all the way.

This kind of physical exertion is extremely exertional, even if the solemn training is good, with three guns hanging on his body, and a backpack, as well as a tactical vest, etc., now he has to stand up with a Han Xiaobei who refuses to come out with no strength at all, like a corpse, and he can't run fast.

When I arrived at the end of the company gate, I saw the old man in liberation shoes standing with Zhang Jianxing from a distance, as if they were chatting about something.

Seeing the third shift coming back, the old man smiled and said, "Young man, no! How can a soldier be so physically poor, fighting is a position waiting for you to occupy, and you can't run! ”

After saying that, he smiled, and continued to run along the road with the man in his thirties in the direction of N Town.

Zhang Jianxing stood next to Dai Dehan, Dai Dehan looked at the watch seconds, shook his head and smiled, handed the stopwatch to Zhang Jianxing, and asked him to look at the time.

Zhang Jianxing's face darkened: "28 minutes and 40 seconds ......"

He suddenly pointed to the back of the old man who was far away, and said, "The veterans who have been retired for more than 20 years are faster than you!" Shame on you! ”

After saying that, he threw down a sentence and left.

"Hurry back and wash your face and brush your teeth! The rest of the class is ready for breakfast! ”

Dai Dehan came over and said to Zhuang Yan, "The grades are too bad......"

Zhuang Zheng was also helpless, and said: "I know, give me some time, platoon leader ......"

"I didn't blame you," said Dedham. ”

After speaking, he thought about it and said: "I originally planned to go to the shooting range in the back mountain this morning to shoot live ammunition, but the company commander said that your squad is in a special situation, so you don't need to go to live fire for the time being. ”

Solemnly knew the meaning of Dai Dehan's words.

Zhang Jianxing may think that people like Han Xiaobei and Zeng Jian can't even shoot guns at all, so he simply let the third class go directly to aim at the gun, so as not to continue to make a fool of himself like this morning.

He is also not good at scolding solemnity.

Because this squad has just taken over, not to mention that two immortal soldiers have been stuffed in, Zhuang Zhuang can be regarded as a cauldron for the company, and he can't leave this little affection.

"Oh, yes......"

Dai Dehan, who had just walked a few steps after turning around, suddenly turned around and said to Zhuang Zheng: "There is one more thing, go to the company headquarters in the morning to get some lawn cutters, and go to cut the lawn of the company, the company commander said, the grass is too long, and you have nothing to do anyway......

The grass is too long......

Nothing to do......

A taste that cannot be expressed in the solemn heart.

Looking back at the soldiers in his squad, he looked at them for a while.

Han Xiaobei was still lying on the ground.

Even if he gasped, he didn't want to get up.

Zeng Jian sat on the side, not saying a word.

This time, he finally experienced what it was like to run five kilometers.

Being a soldier in a combat squad platoon is really completely different from the headquarters.

And this is just the beginning, he is now very confused, weighing whether his choice is too impulsive.

"Assemble!"

He solemnly ordered the soldiers of the third squad who were staggering.

After the assembly, he solemnly looked at the eleven sweaty soldiers standing in front of him, and his heart was on fire.

I want to say something, but I don't know what to say.

What do you say?

He felt that this class was really ridiculous and hateful.

He only now feels that it is really not easy to be a squad leader.

You bring a good class, that is called a shun, a shun and a hundred shun.

With a class like this, you want to look at a hedgehog and don't know how to start.

Soldiers, fairy soldiers, parallel goods, coercion......

All sorts of bad words jump from one side of the brain to the other.

Don't they all say that the army is a melting pot?

But it's a piece of iron that can only be put in to produce good steel, these one by one, is it iron? This is not even a broken tile, and it is not necessary to use it as firewood to burn others......

He raised his head and sighed, gritted his teeth solemnly, and still made up his mind for himself.

Aren't you the head coach class leader?

The trainees can bring it, are you still afraid of this group of soldiers?

Everyone lowered their heads, and from time to time they looked at the solemnity.

Everyone knows that if you are the squad leader, your face will be broken if you fall to the ground, and everyone will be on fire.

solemnly walked up slowly, walked to the head of the platoon, and when he arrived in front of Zhao Fugui, he reached out and gently tugged at the rank on his shoulder.

"Private ......"

walked in front of the next Fang Dabao again.

"Private ......"

Then they pulled the ranks one by one.

Pull it once, read it once.

In the end, solemnly returned to the command position of the queue, and suddenly smiled: "Look at you, including myself, nine privates, two privates, and one sergeant...... But we can't even run away from a veteran who has been retired for more than 20 years, let me ask you, do you feel ashamed? ”

Eleven soldiers are standing in the queue, you sneak a glance at me, I sneak a glance at you.

No one spoke.

They all know that they are embarrassed, but they don't want to admit that they are ashamed.

That morning, the news that the third shift could not outrun an old man spread like wings throughout the Eighth Company.

When breakfast entered the dining hall, everyone covered their mouths and smiled while eating steamed buns.

The whole dining hall was filled with suppressed laughter.

In the daytime, everyone received their guns, received live ammunition, carried them on their shoulders, and went to the Houshan shooting range with small chests held up.

The people of the third class stood in front of the row room, stunned and watched others go to shoot.

Everyone couldn't help but cover their mouths and smile after passing in front of the third class......

That morning, in accordance with the order of the company commander Zhang Jianxing, he went to the company headquarters to get scissors and gave each person a handful.

Twelve soldiers in three squads, scattered on several large lawns of the company, clattered and cut the grass.

After cutting for an hour, Fang Dabao suddenly threw the scissors heavily on the ground, stood up awkwardly, and said loudly to the solemn: "Squad leader!" I don't want to mow the grass anymore! ”