After Lao Qi left, his solemn heart was empty, as if something was missing, and there was an indescribable breath in his heart, like a balloon that had been pumped up by a pump.

Every day, I puff up like this, and I puff up like that.

However, solemnity has a good way to vent.

Every day he got up early, went to the foot of the hill behind the cooking class, walked through the thatch, came to the little world of him and Yang Songlin, and beat the sandbag hanging from the crooked neck pine tree until his hand was swollen.

Under the guidance of Yang Songlin, although he didn't understand the luck exercises of the aura of heaven and earth, his fists were really hard.

In this process of reducing the swelling, swelling and disappearing, and repeating again and again, Zhuang Zheng's fist gradually formed a thick cocoon, and he could really break a high-quality fire brick with one punch......

Yang Songlin also accompanies Zhuang Yan every day, he is originally a taciturn person, Zhuang Zheng has something in his heart, and he also knows it.

So he just silently accompanied him to practice, silently boiling the kind of medicinal soup that could not be taken internally to soak Zhuang Zheng's hands to reduce swelling.

In the first few days when Lao Qi left, the students of Class 7 were a little embarrassed and couldn't do anything.

Although Qian Zhongjun, the eighth squad leader, is responsible for the guidance of professional training, it seems that the spiritual head cannot be recovered when the seventh child is there.

Zhou Huping, the leader of the Third Squadron, stood on the sidelines of the training ground for several days, watching the training of the Third District Team.

When it came, he said to the instructor Wang Zengming: "After Luo Xiaoming leaves, the three district teams will have no backbone......

"Can you consider talking to the training section and asking them to transfer a squad leader from the regiment below to replace Luo Xiaoming?" Wang Zengming asked.

Zhou Huping sighed, shook his head and said: "I can't be transferred, it's the end of September now, everyone is preparing for the group army competition at the end of October, and the headquarters acceptance assessment at the end of the year, it's all a radish and a pit, you let the company draw people, no one wants to send their backbone here for a few months to teach our team to work for nothing, not to mention that even if the division comes forward to force the order down, I'm afraid it won't be a good squad leader, so I might as well not ......"

Wang Zengming thought for a while and said, "Isn't it time for the military cadets assigned this year to arrive?" ”

Zhou Huping said: "Well, it's time to arrive." I heard that in the past two days, I hope to give us a better district captain. ”

September of each year is the time for cadets to report to the 1st Division.

The soldiers in the field army like to call those newly graduated cadets "red cards", because after graduating from the military academy, they need to be assigned to the company for one year before they can change to the rank of lieutenant.

For a cadet, this year is a very important year.

As the saying goes, a mule is a horse, and you will know it when you pull it out for a walk.

Even if you are an undergraduate student in a military school, if you fail to bring your platoon to scream during this year, then you are still a scum in front of the company commander.

Each unit has its own little traditions, and the 1 Division is no exception.

The tradition of the 1st division is to conduct a thorough assessment.

Military cadets are generally elite soldiers who have passed five levels and cut six generals, and have overcome obstacles all the way.

is like Lao Qi, who is not eligible to enter the military academy until the third year, and must be the backbone of the company, at least a non-commissioned officer such as a squad leader. Otherwise, a company with more than 100 people, saving so many poor indicators every year to take the exam, may not be able to pass the exam, not a backbone, not a party member, not a non-commissioned officer, not an excellent soldier, why let you take the exam?

Of course, not every cadet is the best.

Every year, the thorough examination of the directly subordinate units is held at the training ground of the teaching brigade, and all graduates of military academies assigned to the teaching brigade of the 1st division have to conduct a centralized assessment of military subjects on the training ground on that day.

On that day, the training team was on holiday, and the soldiers no longer trained, but ran to the side of the training ground, sat on the viewing platform or stood on the edge of the training ground, and watched the cadets who would become their platoon commanders sweat and show their skills on the training ground.

In front of those soldiers who will become their subordinates, for every cadet must show the real ability to press the bottom of the box.

You can't even compare to your own soldiers, how will you lead them in the future?

Therefore, the annual assessment of the next company assigned to the freshmen of the military academy is a soldier's festival and a nightmare for the cadet.

Especially in the teaching brigade, where the elite of the whole division is concentrated, as long as the assessment results are slightly inferior and lost, they will immediately be coaxed by the surrounding squad leaders who undergo six-day and semi-hellish training every week.

When solemnly first came into contact with this kind of thorough assessment, there was a conclusion, in fact, this kind of assessment is not impossible, but there is no need to be so high-profile, the reason why it is high-profile is because the 1st Division itself is a combat unit, and this tradition is to give these future grassroots officers a disgrace - don't think that you are done after you finish the military academy, don't think that you are awesome when you get the military officer certificate, there is no urine, you are not even a fart in the 1st Division!

Two days later, Xinding arrived.

On that day, a military truck drove into the training brigade, stopped at the entrance of the brigade department, and eight cadets wearing red cards and carrying yellow buckets on their backs jumped out of the compartment one after another.

After a short assembly, Captain Wen Zhixing and several squadron leaders took the roster and muttered to the side for a while, and then, just like when the solemn soldiers first arrived at the unit, no one in the squadron leaders led the "red card" of their squadron back to the company.

The soldiers stood giggling and pointing in the distance, judging the new red-carded officers.

"Hey, hey, that looks like a mental point."

"Hairy eggs! It's so short, and it doesn't look imposing......"

"The captain of the first squadron is also short, okay! Which of you has a military awesomeness? Take a two-step walk and see? ”

……

Under the playful gaze of the soldiers, the red-carded officers were honest as rookie eggs, lined up in an orderly manner, and followed the squadron leader back to the company.

And then there's the assembly, the whole squadron assembly.

“…… Our squadron has three more district captains today, and on behalf of the squadron, I would like to welcome their arrival......"

Zhou Huping politely introduced the three new red cards.

One by one, the red cardholders also stood up and introduced themselves.

When it was time to disband, one of them, Zhang Heping, walked into the row room of the third district team with his luggage, and lived in the small private room that used to belong to the captain of the acting district.

After a while, I saw Zhang Heping come out of the small private room, walk out of the row room with a newspaper in his hand, hurriedly go upstairs, and go to the office of squadron leader Zhou Huping.

"No...... No......" As soon as Zhang Heping left, Wang Dazui wrung his hands, touched his chin and flashed out of his bed.

solemnly asked: "Big mouth, why can't you do it?" You can't? ”

"Of course not me." Wang Datong pursed his lips and pointed in the direction where Zhang Heping left, "Don't you think, our new district captain...... Is it a bit of that? ”

Xu Xingguo said: "What that? Big mouth, can you not say a piece of it, hide it. ”

Wang Datong scratched his scalp a few times, as if searching his stomach to find suitable words to express his opinion, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "In a word, this guy is not murderous!" ”

"Murderous?"

"Yes, you are like Lao Qi, as soon as your eyes are staring, your heart will be empty." Wang Dazui said, "Then it's called murderous, right?" But our new district captain doesn't seem to have this kind of spirit. ”

Smiled seriously: "I think the captain of the new district is quite kind, and Sven, he should get along well." ”

Wang slapped his thigh: "That's right! Herein lies the problem. What kind of troops are we? We are the fist troops, where is the teaching team? It's all the place where the training squad leader is, and you don't dare to say that you are a coach when you don't have much urine on the training ground. Polite? What we want to save is not Sven, Sven is a special word for those little white faces with pink faces, we are here? That's not what you want! ”

As soon as Wang Dazui said this, everyone didn't say anything more.

You look at me, I look at you.

Zhuang Yan also felt that Wang Dazui was quite reasonable.

Zhang Heping's skin is fair, thin and tall, he can't see how many muscles he has, and his posture is not upright enough when he walks, which is quite a bit of a twilight feeling.

Ordinary soldiers walk with their heads held high, rarely like Zhang Heping, and Zhang Heping's skin is too white and too delicate, just like a girl's skin.

In a male-dominated world like the military, there is a big difference between aesthetics and locality.

If you look white, you are not popular, but if you look white, people will think that you are a machine soldier, or some kind of logistics soldier, and the combat company really doesn't look at you squarely.

Because the training units are as black as charcoal, and the skin is sunburned off layer after layer, you will be regarded as an outlier if you throw a person with fine skin and tender flesh in the middle of a pile of black men.

The combat unit advocates strength and military affairs, just like Liu Jianwei, the leader of the first squadron of the teaching brigade, who is as short as Wu Dalang, but the grenade can pass 70 meters in one flick, and the eight exercises are whirring as if playing without a protective rope, picking up the gun, firing single, point, and burst, and the bullets are all hit on the bull's-eye as if they are opening their eyes, and they run five kilometers and carry three guns in front of them.

This is called relying on strength.

When the big guys were talking, they suddenly heard a roar from the squadron leader in the small conference room on the second floor.

"Get out!"

The third district team is on the first floor, and the squadron leader's office and small conference room are just on the second floor, so everyone can hear it clearly.

Curious, the soldiers ran out of the row room and poked their heads out towards the second floor.

It is really rare to see a person who can make Zhou Huping's poker face so angry.

Soon, everyone saw Zhang Heping's face flushed, and he hurriedly ran down from the second floor in embarrassment and slipped into his small private room.