For more than 20 days, Zhao Guoqing conducted hellish training on the soldiers of the mud platoon every day, and the amount of training each day would increase compared to the previous day, and half of the time was used by these soldiers to practice Xingyi Fist. For more recent chapters, visit:

Unconsciously, the soldiers in the mud platoon are undergoing a reborn change.

On the first day of training, these soldiers couldn't even run five kilometers, but in the blink of an eye, the five-kilometer run was already the most basic training for them, and everyone could easily complete it.

For the others, they only knew that Zhao Guoqing pulled the team to the back mountain at dawn every day and returned after dark, but they didn't know what kind of training the mud platoon soldiers received.

For the content of the training, the soldiers of the mud platoon kept it strictly secret, and even deliberately kept the appearance of mud in order to achieve a surprise effect in the battle with the platoon.

Two days before the one-month deadline, Zhao Guoqing stopped all training on the mud platoon so that the soldiers could recover as much as possible in order to cope with the battle two days later.

However, Zhao Guoqing still pulled the team out before dawn every day, and did not bring it back to the company until after dark.

This morning, Zhao Guoqing had just taken the team out, and a figure quietly followed behind.

Following Zhao Guoqing and the others was the squad leader who was beaten into a pig's head by the mud platoon a month ago, and his task was to reconnoiter the strength of the mud platoon, and wanted to see what kind of effect the soldiers of the mud platoon had achieved after a month of training.

Although the first squad leader was already very careful, he was discovered as soon as he entered the grove in the back mountain.

It was Leng Bing who jumped out to block the way of the squad leader, he didn't look like much change in the past month, in fact, he was the one who made the fastest progress among the mud platoon soldiers, thanks to Zhao Guoqing's treatment of him, so that he successfully stepped into the martial arts 'gate'.

"Cold Soldier!" The squad leader first screamed in surprise, and then calmed down. In his opinion, no matter how powerful Leng Bing is, he is just a member of the mud platoon, and it is impossible to compare with the 'elite' Ying of his sharp knife platoon, so he looks down on Leng Bing with a face. "Get out of the way."

"Squad leader, the front is where you can't go, go back." Leng Bing reminded him rarely.

These words made the squad leader even more annoyed, glared at Leng Bing and said in a deep voice: "How old are you?" You say I can't go over, I can't pass? Get out of the way, or I'm welcome! ”

Leng Bing no longer spoke, but set up a frame, indicating that if the squad leader moved forward, he would do it.

Originally, the squad leader had only come here to reconnoitre, and he didn't think about asking anyone from the mud platoon to take care of him, but Leng Bing's actions completely 'provoked' him.

"Okay, you cold soldier, since you want to fight, then I'll play with you!" The squad leader also opened the frame as he spoke, using the fighting techniques commonly used by the army, and took the initiative to attack the past.

Leng Bing stood there calmly and calmly, and only punched out after the squad leader got close.

"Roar!" A tiger roar came out, and then the fist hit the 'chest' of the squad leader.

With a "bang", the squad leader poured out five or six steps and sat on the ground with his buttocks, looking at Leng Bing with a shocked face.

With just one punch, the squad leader was defeated by the cold soldiers, and the difference in strength between the two sides was very obvious.

Leng Bing can be regarded as merciful, otherwise, with his current strength, the punch just now would have to break at least two 'chest' bones of the squad leader.

The squad leader sat on the ground and gasped for breath twice, only to feel that the place where the 'chest' was hit was like a stone, and he knew that he was injured clearly, and he didn't dare to stay here for a long time.

"Leng Bing, you wait for me, the matter between us is not over!" The squad leader shouted and turned to flee.

After waiting for the squad leader to walk away, Zhao Guoqing walked out of the bushes behind Leng Bing, and Kong Sanhe appeared together.

"Platoon commander." Leng Bing shouted respectfully, he didn't know Zhao Guoqing's true identity, but he had already regarded Zhao Guoqing as a benefactor like a parent.

"Hmm." Zhao Guoqing replied lightly, he saw the growth of Leng Bing, and he was very happy about it. At the same time, he also got benefits from Leng Bing a month ago, so it's hard to say who owes whom between the two.

In the past month, Zhao Guoqing has also insisted on practicing, but his progress seems to have slowed down, and it took a whole month to repair two dantian cracks.

In fact, Zhao Guoqing's cultivation speed was not slow at all, but it was indeed extremely slow compared to the True Qi Crystal Film that absorbed Leng Bing.

Kong Sanhe looked at the squad leader who fled in embarrassment, and he was very unhappy in his heart, he wanted to 'fight' with the squad leader in person to avenge the beating a month ago.

"Platoon commander, just let that guy go?" Kong Sanhe asked puzzled.

"And what else do you want?" Zhao Guoqing asked rhetorically.

Kong Sanhe was silent, but he was thinking in his heart: "No matter what, I have to beat him up hard!" ”

"The people in the first row shouldn't come over again in the next two days, go back, let everyone rest and rest." Zhao Guoqing commanded.

"Yes." Kong Sanhe replied and went back with a little emotion.

Leng Bing went to the other side, because he had a different starting point from the other people in the mud platoon, so he did not participate in other people's training in the past month, but obtained Zhao Guoqing's permission to train on his own.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed, and the one-month deadline arrived.

The agreement between the mud platoon and the first platoon had already spread, so as soon as this day came, the whole company seemed to have entered a grand event, and the officers and men of the whole company gathered on the 'drill' field early, and the protagonists of this day were undoubtedly the first platoon and the mud platoon.

"Queue leader, have you figured out what the game is about?" Zhao Guoqing took the initiative to ask.

The platoon commander nodded, looked at the back mountain, and said in a deep voice: "Prisoner war!" ”

The rules of the captive battle were simple, that is, the soldiers of the first platoon and the mud platoon were thrown to the back hill, and the duration of the game was one day. During the competition, the soldiers of the two platoons fought individually or collectively, and whichever captured the most soldiers of the opposing team won in the end.

"Do you have any comments?" The platoon leader asked after explaining the rules.

Zhao Guoqing nodded and responded: "Well, this rule is very fair, I don't have any opinions." After speaking, he turned around and ordered, "Mikawa, take our people to the back mountain!" ”

"Yes!" Kong Sanhe answered, and instead gave an order to the soldiers of the mud platoon, and led the team to the back mountain.

"Squad leader." The platoon leader motioned to the squad leader to pull the team to the back hill as well.

And so the captivity war began.

In fact, two days ago, the platoon commander didn't think about using the prisoner battle to divide the superiority, his previous decision was to divide the victory and defeat in individual combat, but after the squad leader was knocked down by the cold soldier, he didn't change his mind.

The platoon commander didn't think that the other soldiers in the mud platoon could also knock down his own people with one punch, but the reputation of the platoon was at stake, and he had to be careful.

The captive battle is undoubtedly the most advantageous game for a platoon.

The first platoon, as the sharp knife platoon, is the 'fine' of the entire company, and their overall strength is much higher than that of the mud platoon, so it is also the most promising game to win.

When the company commander Wang Tang heard the platoon commander say that the prisoners were in battle, he felt that such rules of the game were too unfair.

Even if Zhao Guoqing has conducted strict training on the mud platoon in the past month, Zhao Guoqing is not an immortal, how can he train the mud platoon with such a big difference in strength to fight with the sharp knife platoon?

It was not only the company commander Wang Tang who was not optimistic about the mud platoon, but also the instructor and other officers and men in the company who were not optimistic about the mud platoon, and they overwhelmingly believed that the first platoon would definitely win the final victory, and that all the games would not take a day at all, and the whole game might be over by noon.

"It's a long line, it's boring anyway, why don't we gamble on something?" Zhao Guoqing asked suddenly.

Gambling is strictly forbidden by the troops, so when the platoon commander heard this, he immediately looked at the company commander Wang Tang.

Wang Tang's eyebrows were lightly locked, and he looked at Zhao Guoqing curiously, until this time he couldn't 'touch' what kind of 'medicine' was sold in Zhao Guoqing's gourd. However, he had a feeling that Zhao Guoqing didn't seem to be going crazy, and the mud platoon didn't seem to be as weak as it seemed on the surface after a month of training, and this prisoner war shouldn't end so easily.

"What do you want to bet on?" Wang Tang asked.

Zhao Guoqing looked at the platoon leader and said with a smile: "If our platoon wins, then ask the platoon leader to give us the name of the sharp knife platoon." ”

A long row of faces changed color.

The name of the sharp knife platoon is the honor of the platoon, which means that their platoon is the strongest existence in the company, and letting Zhao Guoqing's queue with the name is equivalent to picking up their clothes in the platoon.

Therefore, the platoon commander was very annoyed, and before the company commander could speak, he shouted: "Guo Pai, do you think your mud platoon has a chance to win?" ”

"No one knows until the end." Zhao Guoqing grinned, and then asked, "How about it, do you bet or not?" ”

It is not a trivial matter to give up the name of the sharp knife platoon, Wang Tang was worried that the platoon leader would be angry, so he immediately interrupted the conversation between the two and said: "Guo Pai, what if your people lose?" What do you bet on them? ”

Yes.

Since it is a gamble, there must be a considerable amount of betting, otherwise what is the point of betting?

Zhao Guoqing said with a smile: "If I lose, then give up the title of the mud row to a row." ”

One sentence almost didn't knock everyone present, and the platoon leader was even more annoyed.

Soul talk, what is the use of asking you for the name of the mud row?

"Just kidding." Zhao Guoqing smiled, and then said in a positive way, "If my people lose, then I will call a row of big brothers in front of the whole company, and then learn to bark three times, how about it?" ”

Learning to bark in front of the officers and soldiers of the whole company, this bet is really ..

"Okay, I'll bet with you!" The platoon leader responded without thinking. --97052+dsuaahhh+27736161--

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