Chapter Twenty-Six: My Misfortune

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After Jiang Feng and the others arrived, Zhang Jialiang immediately ran towards Lai Shiwen and reported: "Report to the team leader, the new training personnel have been assembled, please instruct." ”

"Start the reverse training." Lai Shiwen nodded slightly and said lightly.

Hearing this, Wang Wenfeng walked out.

Under Jiang Feng's gaze, Wang Wenfeng came to the front of the team, his eyes were like torches, he looked at Jiang Feng and them, and said, "Let's start teaching you to do the tricks." ”

"Cute rookies, no, they should be the little powerhouses who haven't grown up yet. Reverse Gong is a subject that soldiers must learn, which can allow you to minimize unnecessary injuries and resist attacks in battle, which is also a subject that you must learn, and I will teach you today. ”

Later, Wang Wenfeng explained the introduction of the reverse gong, which is divided into four types: forward fall, side fall, backward fall and forward pounce.

In the morning, Jiang Feng and the others did not learn other reverse skills, but kept repeating the forward pounce, and the whole person pounced out, like a leaping frog.

Everyone has at least 100 pounces, and no one can challenge the forward pounce. If you don't have a certain amount of courage to pounce, you don't dare to try, and if you don't pounce well, it is even easy to break your chin.

There have been people in the past, who didn't pay attention to the essentials after throwing out, and directly knocked off a large piece of flesh on the concrete floor.

Time is in a hurry, and the time of the morning seems to pass quickly, but for Jiang Feng and them, it is like a year.

At half past one in the afternoon, the sun in the sky was the most vicious, and Jiang Feng and the others were pulled to the training ground for anti-sun body training. The main thing is to enhance willpower and the body's resistance.

Jiang Feng and the others were holding a Type 95-1 assault rifle, with a steel helmet hanging from the muzzle, and a brick was placed in the steel helmet, and the whole person stood there, motionless and exposed to the sun for 2 hours. It's like a year, which makes Jiang Feng miss his recruit company life very much.

Compared to now, it was almost comfortable to be at home at that time, but unfortunately it is now a thing of the past.

At four o'clock, Jiang Feng and the others began an hour of shooting training, assembled the disassembled 95, and then carried out shooting. If you do not complete it within the time limit, you will be deducted 5 points.

As a result, Jiang Feng and the others quickly loaded their guns, but the shooting time was very tight, resulting in a mess of shooting results, and all of them were deducted 5 points.

More than half an hour passed after dinner, and it was another 5,000-meter run with a weight of 20 kilograms, and the day did not stop at all. After being urgently assembled by Wang Yong on the night of the first day, everyone had a heart, but from night to dawn that night, there was no emergency gathering.

The next day, Jiang Feng's training continued.

At this time, at the obstacle course, there were constant gunshots all around, and the high-pressure water cannon swept wantonly, Jiang Feng crawled under the low pile net, and quickly crawled forward, and there was a tense atmosphere in the air.

Not far away, Wang Yong's voice came. "Number 43, hurry up for me."

"No. 67, what are you grinding there, is it a pig, hurry up, hurry up."

Everyone who was clicked by him was greeted by the impact of the high-pressure water cannon at the next moment. At this time, Jiang Feng's sleeves were about to be worn out. As soon as he got out of the low pile net, Jiang Feng quickly ran towards the high and low jumping platform.

Then he crossed the high wall and came to the single-plank bridge, only to hear Wang Yong's voice coming. "No. 13, you're a snail, cross a single-plank bridge so slowly, hurry up for me."

Jiang Feng pursed his lips, and wanted to refute the other party in his heart, but immediately the high-pressure water gun hit his body, and the huge impact force hit him directly from the single-plank bridge, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"You rookies, you're just stupid birds, hurry up for me, I can't stand it anymore if you're slow."

"No. 120, what are you doing, the last high wall is so watery, you can't even compare to a police dog, I see that the police dog is stronger than you."

"Hurry up, hurry up, if any of you are not convinced, you can come to me, if you don't want to stay here, I will send it by car, otherwise you will hurry." A bunch of legless snails, don't make me look down on you. ”

……

"It's my misfortune to meet you." Jiang Feng comforted himself and found that he had finished his trip again.

With the passage of time, almost all of them were ruthlessly beaten by Wang Yong. And the language he spoke was harsh, and he was even more ruthless.

In the rear of the Ninth Special Service Detachment, which is exactly in the direction of the sea with its back to the sea, there is an endless artificial beach, and there are no other ships in a radius of several kilometers, and this is the exclusive training ground of the Special Service.

After dinner, if you look at the beach, you see a whole bunch of people running there, each with a car tire behind them, and you are running along the beach.

The sun sets in the west, and the beach is very beautiful.

Not far from Jiang Feng and them, on two small fishing boats covered on the beach, I saw Wang Yong and Lai Shiwen eating meat and peanuts and small fish in a big gulp, looking very enjoyable.

On the other side, Zhang Jialiang kept shouting at Jiang Feng with a handheld megaphone, always those two sentences, hurry up, hurry up.

A gust of sea breeze blows, with a hint of saltiness of seawater. The icy sea water hit Jiang Feng's legs with the waves, and it didn't stop Jiang Feng's passion for training in the slightest.

Seeing Wang Yong and Lai Shiwen enjoying there, Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel an urge to go over and smoke each other. It's not just him, it's estimated that everyone else thinks about the same as him at this time. Even if you abuse them, you still laugh at them while eating and drinking.

This kind of thing is not just once or twice, and it was only later that Jiang Feng learned that the army had rules that did not allow drinking, and Wang Yong and the others drank just Sprite in wine bottles.

Day 3.

This is Jiang Feng's most memorable day, and it should have come.

Jiang Feng and the others ushered in a three-day swimming training subject, and everyone had to swim 5,000 meters in one breath with full gear, which is equivalent to 100 round-trips of the 50-meter regular swimming lane.

But when Jiang Feng and the others came to the swimming pool, two trainees chose to quit on the spot.

This is the first time that Jiang Feng has withdrawn from the training camp in front of his teammates since he arrived at the special service.

Jiang Feng looked at the ice cubes floating everywhere in the pool, he had never tried to swim in ice water. The sun is scorching in the sky, but the inside of the pool is extremely cold, which is completely the rhythm of ice and fire. When Jiang Feng and the others finished the warm-up exercise, Wang Yong directly ordered.

"Mines, let's go!"

Hearing this, a guy who was neither fat nor thin walked over with a folder in his hand.

His name is Zhao Shisong, sergeant, code name Mine, EOD man.

When he speaks, there is always a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he is very kind.

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