The soldiers put a lot of pressure on Zhang Junbao, as if it was a mountain with no end in sight.

Maybe his own efforts are a joke in the eyes of others, and the story of the more brave he fights is just a legend.

Zhang Junbao lay on the ground alone and thought for a long time, if he couldn't overcome this hurdle, maybe he would completely sink and spend his military life on this grassland.

But what's the point?

The words wasted time are enough to explain it all!

He was very unwilling, not only because he was ruthlessly despised by the GIs, but also because of his own weakness, he wanted to become strong, in order to give a resounding slap in the face to everyone who looked down on him.

"Dial the punch!"

"Hook the hook!"

"Elbow and knee hit!"

……

Zhang's fist shouts rang out again, and he didn't give up on his efforts because of a single knockout from the GI.

He also forgot which famous guy said that "there may be hope for hard work, but if you don't work hard, then there is really no hope." ”

The wind on the grassland is still as stiff as a knife, blowing into the body, through the sweater, the cold sweat mixed with the smell of salt and alkali makes people feel an unprecedented sense of accomplishment and excitement.

The wind is like a knife, the fist is like iron, the sound is like a tiger's roar, and the panting is like a cow.

The sound of "stomping" on the ground echoed in the small courtyard, and the strength of Zhang Junbao's every action of "kicking the legs and smashing the pit" made the capable people feel a force.

"He's really putting his heart into it."

Behind the dilapidated window of the dormitory, a thin figure looked at Zhang Junbao's figure and muttered a few words, then turned around and left.

As the sun set, Zhang Junbao's shadow was stretched, and sweat soaked his clothes again, and he couldn't remember how many times it was.

When the last action was done, he panted to the edge of the windowsill and poured all the cool white boils from the kettle into his throat in one breath.

He's going to cook!

"Junbao, wait a minute."

Zhang Junbao just turned around to go to the kitchen, when Zhang Yongqiang suddenly appeared at the door of the dormitory.

"What's wrong? Monitor? Zhang Junbao looked at Brother Qiang curiously.

"It's been training for a long time, you go take a shower."

"But I still have to cook......

"It's okay to cook after taking a shower, and it's not bad for a while."

Before Zhang Junbao finished speaking, he was interrupted by Brother Qiang.

After listening to Brother Qiang's words, he was stunned for a moment.

Do you want to take a bath yourself?

I definitely want to!

After training every day, I smelled of sweat, and my clothes became sticky because I was soaked with sweat several times, and I felt like a dead skin armor on my body, which was very uncomfortable.

But he still has to cook, and he cooks all three meals a day for the whole class, and once he takes a bath, it will be delayed.

The veterans in the squad reject themselves, and if they want to integrate into a new collective, they must let the veterans see their own value in order to stay for a long time.

So since the beginning of training, Zhang Junbao has been cooking first after training every afternoon, and then waited until the next morning to take the opportunity to wash his clothes.

The temperature on the grassland is too low, and the washed clothes can be frozen into popsicles in just half a day when they are placed outside, so the washed clothes are hung in the dormitory.

……

"Hey, what do you think? Why don't you hurry up and take a shower, are you really going to make us hungry? ”

Hearing Brother Qiang's shout, Zhang Junbao immediately sobered up, then showed a smiling face and said to Brother Qiang: "Thank you, squad leader, I'll go." ”

After speaking, Zhang Junbao rushed into the dormitory to get a few clean clothes, and then immediately ran out of the dormitory.

After taking a shower, Zhang Junbao directly soaked his clothes in the basin, and then rushed into the kitchen.

In the dormitory, several veterans still sat around to kill time as always.

"Brother Qiang, have the three madmen finished taking a bath?"

"Washed, went cooking."

"I don't know what to eat tonight, if only I could eat dumplings."

As soon as he thought of dumplings, the corners of the soldier's mouth hung with wet saliva, and his mouth made a strange sound of "chirp" from time to time.

Xiao Ma, who was lying on the table reading a novel, squinted at the GI, and said with some disdain: "GI, are you ashamed?" ”

"A meal of dumplings, look at what makes you greedy."

"When I practiced Junbao just now, I didn't expect the dumplings to be made by Junbao, right?"

"Uh......," As soon as Brother Xiao Ma finished speaking, the soldier suddenly blushed.

"Brother Xiaoma, the soldier is also called drill?" Seeing that his good friend was scolded, Da Fei immediately stood up.

"At Zhang Junbao's level, now at most it is the level of the recruit company, and the soldiers are teaching him at most, which is not a drill."

Brother Xiao Ma frowned and raised his eyes to look at Da Fei, but didn't say anything more.

Now is not the time for the five of them to fight among themselves, and what Da Fei said is right, for Zhang Junbao, the soldier's kick can be regarded as teaching him how to train at most.

……

In the kitchen, Zhang Junbao was guarding the steaming iron pot and turning the bread inside from time to time.

The leftover fillings from the dumplings at noon were turned into vegetable boxes by him at night.

From time to time, there will be bursts of pain in the small stomach, as if to remind myself of the gap with the veterans.

"Perverted bear!"

From today onwards, the bear-like soldier has a new nickname in Zhang Junbao's mouth, called Dog Bear.

His strength is too great, his arms are like stakes, and his bulging muscles are thicker than his calves, and he doesn't know how to train it?

As soon as he thought of being knocked out by the GI, he suddenly remembered Xing Ye's "Kung Fu".

"Sandbag-sized fist, do you know how to practice?"

Thinking of this, he suddenly laughed out loud.

The gap between Zhang Junbao and the veterans is too big, and how to make up for this gap has become a new question for him to think about.

The best way to improve one's combat effectiveness is to keep fighting!

Fight with others!

And people who are stronger than themselves!

Only in constant fighting can you learn how to protect yourself as quickly as possible? How to fight back!

To put it simply, it is actual combat training.

"Maybe I should talk to that bear, such a good sparring partner, if I don't look for him, I'm really blind to this person."

While pancakes, he had already thought about his next training, and Zhang Junbao felt that he was a genius.

Of course, in the eyes of others, he is still a waste that can't be supported by mud on the wall!

After dinner, the veterans once again praised Zhang Junbao fiercely.

In this ghost place where birds don't poop, being able to eat a food box can be regarded as a delicious meal in the world.

At that moment, Zhang Junbao almost cried, if he didn't work hard, would he have to be like these veterans in the future, gnawing yellow sand and eating snow every day?

Do you want to leave this hellish place? Leaving this uninhabited grassland?

This idea appeared in Zhang Junbao's heart for the first time and has taken root since then.