October 8, cloudy.

Today is the sixth day of entering the Langyue No. 7 Barracks.

Yesterday, the battalion organized a symposium and expressed to us this meaning with his experience: There are only martyrs who died in battle, and there are no soldiers who died in training.

Although he said it in a fanciful way, this is definitely what he meant!

But what can be done?

From the moment I stepped on the transport ship to the enclave, I felt that the rest of the day would not be easy, and look, the facts have confirmed my prediction, right? Should I call myself the Emperor of Prophecy?

The battalion commander's standards for us are really very high, although it is still a little short of the training intensity of the special forces, but I believe that this is definitely an unacceptable intensity for the regular military!

But what can be done? Our brigade was originally composed of new recruits, and the second battalion of our mother's mother, with trainee officers and battalion commanders, there were only 13 officers in total, and there were only 3 officers in our company!

It can be seen that the battalion is really anxious and wants to improve the combat effectiveness of the troops, but can you be more gentle in your methods?

After a day of practice today, Lao Tzu is about to climb down again!

October 10, fine.

Yesterday I was tired and didn't write a diary, which is really a sad story.

A thrilling event happened today - our row of seats was taken off by the camp seat himself.

Here's the thing, the whole camp was being squeezed into the dry by the camp, and we were in a row trying to take us to cheat and play tricks, and then the camp found out.

Pai Zao was a good man, and although he was only a warrant officer trainee officer, he was quite considerate of us, and felt that we were working hard, so he tried to make it waterproof within the rules.

As a result, he was arrested by the tyrant camp this time, and he was stripped of his rank and became a miserable soldier.

The 15 brothers in our platoon were very angry, if it weren't for He Guangli to find out some information about the tyrant, we really wanted to go directly to the "love letter".

Just hearing the nickname of the camp seat is crazy, and even the chief of staff calls the camp seat brothers, and the brothers can only honestly tear up the "love letter" in the end - it feels like the future is dark.

October 11th.

I thought that the tyrant would give us a new platoon leader, but I didn't expect him to be our platoon commander concurrently - pockmarks are not called pockmarks, this is called pit people!

It is a well-established fact that the camp is strong, but it is desperate to find that the camp is strong for the first time.

Today, in order to stimulate our fighting spirit, Yingzuo personally demonstrated to us what it means to be a soldier king.

Our platoon became the target of his abuse, fifteen people plus the former platoon commander He Wendong, who had no military rank, a total of sixteen people and he had a 1VS16 confrontation, although He Boss was removed from the rank, but after all, it was our boss, he personally arranged the encirclement and suppression plan, and even clearly proposed to "kill" the tyrant at the cost of sacrificing half.

When choosing weapons, the tyrant actually had only a pistol - this is an insult to us! We are all Imperial soldiers who have been polished by the recruit training base, how can we let him be insulted like this.

At that time, I made up my mind that I must let the tyrant know why the flowers are so red!

But the confrontation lasted only half an hour before it was over - I fired 19 empty cartridges, but I never really caught the tyrant, and I finally caught him, and he wiped his neck, which was really frustrating.

The tyrant did not fire a single shot, and completely defeated us with a dagger alone, which touched us very much.

Especially after the confrontation, the tyrant said: I don't want you to be strong, but at least I want you to force me to use my gun in the confrontation, okay?

In order to give the tyrant a resounding slap in the face, I swear, I must grit my teeth and train and take revenge!

October 15th, light rain.

It was raining lightly today, and the tyrant organized the whole battalion to attack and defend the position.

Although we have been trained by the tyrant for more than ten days, and we have received the same training in the recruit base, after really integrating the combat methods we have accepted during this time, we have found that the current situation is that we have seven tricks and six tricks, and we don't know anything!

I thought it would be very easy to guide a missile attack, but when I carried out a missile guided attack today, I realized that there is always a gap between my understanding and the facts.

The instructor missile guided by me was stunned that it didn't hit the armored car driven by the tyrant, but I was a training pacesetter, and I didn't expect that the guidance at a distance of 1,000 meters would fail!

In addition to the attack of guided missiles, for example, in terms of calling fire strikes, our reaction time is always lower than in training, and it is always a few seconds behind the time set by the tyrant.

During the attack on the anticipation of the enemy's position, the whole battalion was in various situations, which made the tyrant keep a gloomy face, and finally he said:

I'd better practice running away.

I don't understand why tyrants like to say this, but every time I hear a tyrant say this, I feel ashamed - is this what tyrants are for?

October 21, fine.

Six days without a diary is a myth - for as long as I can remember, I only did not write a diary for the three days I was in a coma, and then after I entered the tyrant's hands, there was a gap of a day or two, but this time, I didn't write for six days!

It's not that I don't want to write, it's just that I'm too tired to open the diary.

The last offensive and defensive drill disappointed the tyrant, and then our bad days took on a new twist.

Alas, very tired.

That's all for it, save some strength and continue to be rectified tomorrow.

October 27th.

I didn't write a diary for another six days.

I'm too lazy to write now—probably because I'm beaten more than my heart is dead.

I wondered if the tyrant's body was driven by countless magic crystals, otherwise how could he still be full of energy?

We are trained the same as the tyrant, and the tyrant trains more intensively than we do, but why is he so energetic every day?

He Guangli stared at the tyrant for a day, and announced with certainty that the tyrant slept an hour later than us every day and got up half an hour earlier.

If it weren't for the fact that the tyrant has been leading by example to this day, I think the morale of this battalion might have collapsed, I saw with my own eyes that our company commander hid alone and hissed and cursed the tyrant, and I quietly did not show my head in order not to be put on small shoes.

But I remember the two faces of cursing the tyrant with a hiss, I don't know if there is really a war, will the company commander be angry and angry and hit the tyrant's black gun behind his back?

November 1. Moderate snow.

It's snowing, and that's not good news, because we're all afraid that the tyrant will ask us to practice fighting in the snow.

Fortunately, the tyrant told us mercifully today that we will only have warm-up training today, and the reason is that tomorrow we will have to fight against the 1st Battalion in the spirit world.

Well, the spirit world, we only entered the recruit base twice, and one of them was taken hostage.

The tyrant said that he would fight a company of the 1st Battalion tomorrow, and he heard that this was a continuation of the last group fight.

We swore in private, even if not for the tyrant, that we would do it hard! Because the grandsons of the first battalion were too arrogant, and they had enmity with us, they walked past our battalion from time to time, looking very proud.

It is said that the sharp knife company of the first battalion was trained by their battalion commander with the training method of the airborne troops, but we are very confident that we will definitely be the strongest after being abused by the tyrant for a month!