The sky has just dawned, the fog in the forest has not yet dissipated, Ding Ling, who is carrying a military horn, has already come to the small playground, the task of the trumpeter is given to him by Brother Qin yesterday, and it must be completed seriously. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at Ding Ling, who was standing on the small playground with a lively spirit, holding a military horn and preparing to blow it, Ding Dashan said with some worry: "Xiao Qin, can this work?" Where will this girl blow the trumpet, let's change it to someone else. ”

Qin Han smiled wickedly and gave Ding Ling an encouraging look: "What are you afraid of, we are just guerrillas, as long as there is a trumpet that can sound, who cares what tune to blow, as long as we can wake up those bastards, Lingling will be qualified." ”

The heart-rending sound of the military horn crackled in the camp, waking up the guerrillas who were still communicating with Zhou Gong. How could the sleeping team members still remember what Qin Han said about the training yesterday, just cursed and wailed: "I want to die, don't blow it and disturb Lao Tzu's sleep." ”

The bugle stopped, and just when everyone thought they could finally sleep in peace, the crisp sound of gunfire rang out throughout the camp, followed by the sound of grenades exploding.

When everyone gathered in the playground, Qin Han didn't jump like thunder as they thought, but just said lightly: "A group of garbage who don't want to be motivated, and next time, grenades will be thrown into your tent, I hope you don't give me a chance." "He didn't want to train these people, he just wanted to train for a while and pick some barely usable people from these people.

It's too ruthless, we are guerrillas, not a regular army, is there any need to be so nervous? Aren't guerrillas just guerrillas, and if there is a lone devil, they will get him, and if they don't, they will rest?

But no one dared to say it, and no one wanted to be a bird. Qin Han waited for a while, and seeing that no one stood up, he pouted and said, "It seems that you are not opposed to the title of garbage. Well, the garbage, take the squad as a unit, target the road down the mountain, run back and forth once, and the last two squads have no breakfast. Start now! ”

Watching a group of people rushing out of the camp in a hurry, Qin Han knew that these loose guys would not have a collective concept at all, and someone would definitely be beaten up very badly at night. But it doesn't matter, this kind of life will continue until they understand what a collective is, and what it means not to abandon or give up.

"Brother Qin, we haven't made breakfast yet, what are the people who came back first to give them to eat?" Ding Ling asked Ding Dashan and Sun Youdao's worries.

Glancing at Ding Dashan worriedly, Qin Han said, "Don't worry, girl, none of them will have breakfast." "I wasn't worried at all that it would cause a mutiny, because he didn't think a group of people who were being chased by devils would have that courage.

Things were not as Qin Han expected, in Ding Ling's admiring gaze, after putting the five unconvinced guys, everyone once again died down, although they scolded Qin Han in their hearts for being a perverted demon, but they still obediently continued to practice frog jumping on the playground.

In fact, everyone in the frog jump knew in their hearts that Qin Han's method was right, and they ran out in a swarm, and none of the squads came back in an organized manner according to the order. 10 squads, each squad has people left behind, and if they are on the battlefield, these people are the ones who have been abandoned. Therefore, Qin and Han asked them not to give up on anyone's practice, and most people could accept it, and no one wanted to be abandoned.

For a whole morning, the guerrillas who had been trained in various physical trainings, such as 5-kilometer cross-country without weights, frog jumping, push-ups, etc., complained that they could not lift their tired arms and eat on the edge of the bowl and pulled them into their mouths with chopsticks.

"Xiao Qin, if you continue to practice like this, you will be tired." Ding Dashan whispered to Qin Han while everyone was eating.

"Lao Ding, Lao Sun, you two can rest assured. The more you don't treat him as a human being, the better he will live, if you don't believe you take a machine gun out and divide it, these guys will be able to get up and fight in no time. Qin Han said while putting rice in his mouth.

"Then, that person is tired like this, what are you practicing in the afternoon?" Sun Youdao has not been in contact with Qin Han for a long time, and he is still a little trembling when he talks to him after seeing him yesterday.

Qin Han actually didn't have any ill feelings towards this Sun Youdao, he was just a guy who was more careful, and said to Sun Youdao with a smile at the moment: "Old Sun, you can't practice physical fitness in the afternoon, we can practice the queue, we are an anti-Japanese team, not a rabble, we must train them as a collective, otherwise what's the difference with those bandits?"

Qin Han is right, the combat power of a strong collective and the combat power of a group of rabble is simply the difference between heaven and earth. Originally, the people who were still praying that the two captains could convince this demon, after seeing that the captain was also convinced, completely lost all hope, and could only pray again that the demon might be able to figure it out in a few days and stop tossing himself.

The days passed, and everyone had to drag the dog's tail every night to climb into bed, and they were completely desperate, as if Qin Han, the demonic conscience, had been eaten by the dog.

This bastard who chased their butts with an assault rifle and beat them every day is happy to do it, changing tricks to rectify them, and the legs of frog jumping practice are soft and easy to do, so they are changed to practice killing; It is also easy to practice softly, and it is changed to a practice queue; No matter how big the sun is, one stop is more than an hour.

But life has to go on, it's not that no one has tried to challenge that demon's authority, but every time they fail. And the price of the failure of the challenge is that everyone's training amount is halved, after the third challenge fails, they collectively accept their fate, practice it, it's tired, how to say it's also for themselves, and the chance of running on the battlefield in the future is greater.

The intense training continued until the evening of September 8, when the whole guerrilla elf, Ding Ling, made everyone cheer with a message -- the night-sighting training was canceled and everyone moved freely.

At this time, the guerrillas in Changjing County were no longer divided into the Chishan team and the Dongjiashan team, and Qin Laomo's method of connecting seats had slowly pinched them into a whole, and everyone had been involved with others or been affected by others, and they became accustomed to it after many times.

When Qin Han returned to the camp with his first batch of engineers, Li Meng, Zhang Fang, Xiong Weihua and others, the entire camp was silent, and there was no sound at all.

Facing Qin Han's puzzled gaze, Ding Dashan smiled bitterly: "You have practiced those boys miserably, I heard that tonight's training was canceled, and I have to go to sleep if I don't want to eat a happy meal." In the end, it was Lao Sun who forced them to eat, so they went back to sleep, it seems that as long as you don't call, they plan to sleep all the time and can't get up. ”