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Thousands of soldiers have arrived in Chahar and are now living in tents.

This is designed by Qin Lang according to memory, it can be built with a few steel pipes and fixed ropes, and a row of people can live in it. Although the ventilation is good, it is still breathless in the midday sun.

Most of the recruits were peasant children, and there was no concept of discipline at all. From the first day of enlistment, they were indoctrinated on how to obey orders. From folding quilts, placing toiletries, and even queuing, you have to teach, otherwise it will become a state of swarming.

"Tidy up your housework!"

Every morning, the quilt is folded neatly, and although it is not like the tofu blocks of later generations, it already has some appearance.

"Platoon training this morning, aiming and assassination training in the afternoon!"

Only by getting rid of the habit of being loose can one be considered a qualified soldier. It's like smelting steel, the process is painful and long.

"How's the mood of the troops?"

Qin Lang looked at the rows of soldiers walking around and asked.

Luo Rong smiled.

"The mood is relatively stable, and many people leave home for the first time and hide and cry at night!"

Qin Lang smiled and shook his head.

"Let the political workers do more ideological work, and they will get used to it after a long time. The comrades of the cooking class should continue to improve their food, so that the soldiers can train better when they have oil and water in their stomachs. ”

Although they are all selected young and strong, they are all skinny. If they are allowed to do physical training, they will die if they don't do it well. Even the amount of meat is gradually increased, otherwise you will wait for the whole camp to have diarrhea!

Luo Rong smiled:

"I'll arrange it right away."

Qin Lang thought for a moment.

"After the training of recruits, a hundred literate soldiers are selected to serve as specialized medics."

Luo Rong nodded and said:

"I can't afford to ignore this, and I started as soon as I finished training. Speaking of medical services, the health of the camp has been very poor recently, so do you need to catch it? ”

Qin Lang smiled:

"The pickets will take care of it."

There are too many people who have bad habits, although they have been repeatedly reclaimed, but it has become a habit, and many people can't change it. The Judge Advocate General's pickets were also miserable, and those caught had to dig toilets, so much so that now everyone had an average of three pits to use. If you dig like this, I'm afraid that the whole Chahar will be like the surface of the moon.

"If you find a bad habit, you will add 100 to your assassination every day, and if you catch 200, you will add 200, and if you catch 300, you will add 300!"

The picket captain didn't have a problem, and after consulting Qin Lang and Luo Rong, he formulated a stern plan.

Who knew that just in the morning it was promulgated, and within two hours a battalion of people was arrested.

The picket captain said viciously.

"After normal training, drag it out to practice alone, and the movements are not up to standard!"

Practicing assassination under the sun during the lunch break is really not a good feeling. A lot of people are going to cry, and those who have committed two times in a row feel like they're going to be finished.

"Fifty!"

"Kill!"

"Fifty-one!"

"Kill!"

"Fifty-two!"

"Kill!"

Zhu Bingwen is one of the unlucky people.

When I returned to the barracks, a wind blew from the mountain, which made my mouth full of bitter sand, and I spat a few mouthfuls on the ground, and the picket came to stand in front of me. Coupled with a record of open defecation, he "honored" a member of the second echelon and had to be assassinated two hundred times.

The gun in his hand is getting heavier and heavier, from the soreness of his arm to the trembling of his whole body, it is one hundred and twenty strokes, and there are still eighty times left, I don't know what it will look like when it is over!

"One hundred and twenty-one!"

"Kill!"

Zhu Bingwen roared loudly.

Today is the 23rd of August, and it has been 11 days since I arrived at the camp, and the initial excitement is long gone. Now in addition to training, they dig pits in the camp every day, which is said to be a place to live in winter. It's all about holding the hoe handle, which is much easier than training, and it's already done in two days.

If you think about it, it won't be sour, it may be numb.

"One hundred and fifty!"

"Kill!"

A lot of people in the team started crying, and Sensei was cowardly. But Zhu Bingwen feels that he won't, after all, he is a well-known man!

"One hundred and ninety-nine!"

"Kill!"

"Two hundred!"

"Kill!"

"Disband!"

"Kill!"

With this roar, everyone fell to the ground and inhaled heavily.

"Next time you commit another bad habit, add a hundred to today's base, and we welcome you back at any time!"

The recruits looked at the pickets with resentment, but no one dared to say a word.

The "bastards" selected by the pickets are all veterans, not to mention tall, but also have excellent martial arts, and ordinary three or five people are their opponents. And they all have blue, blue, green and green strips of cloth sewn on their chests, which are only eligible to be hung by heroes who have received awards for meritorious service.

Resentment soon turned into envy, and Zhu Bingwen began to fantasize about his meritorious service and awards.

"Bingwen, help me, my feet are numb!"

This crying voice, how can it look like Deng Baofeng in the same village!

"Baofeng is really you!"

Zhu Bingwen stretched out his hand to help, only to find that his arm was numb and could not be lifted at all.

"Well, you put your arm on my shoulder, I didn't see you just now!"

Deng Baofeng said with a sad face:

"When I mentioned it, I hid away from no one to pee, and I jumped out of a picket without a beating, so scared that the thing retracted, and made my crotch full of water."

"Phew!"

Zhu Bingwen took a sip at the sky.

"Take your paws away, I'll wash the clothes!"

Deng Baofeng hurriedly surrendered his hand.

"Comrade Zhu Bingwen, you can't help but be righteous!"

Zhu Bingwen thinks about it.

"Hand me your gun, and I'll pull you back."

But just then, a picket came up and shouted:

"Wait!"

Seeing that the people around him stopped in surprise, he said aloud:

"According to the newly promulgated management regulations of the headquarters, from tomorrow onwards, those who have bad habits will be punished with a black dot and the priority of issuing military uniforms will be removed. For other disciplinary violations, a number of black spots will be added depending on the severity of the offence. ”

"Fortunately, it's tomorrow, I have to go back quickly, there is still training in the afternoon!"

Zhu Bingwen picked up Deng Baofeng and ran, completely ignoring the other party's call. It wasn't until he saw the word silence that he stopped.

"Whew!"

Deng Baofeng in the back was already out of breath and was about to complain a few words.

"Tick tick tick!"

The loud bugle sounded in my ears.

The barracks, which was still quiet just now, suddenly became lively, and Zhu Bingwen saw his squad leader and immediately ran towards him

"This afternoon's training subject, live shooting!"

Hearing the voice of the officer on duty, the recruits let out all kinds of cheers at once.

"Silence, all warriors check their weapons!"

"Class 9, take a break, stand upright, look to the right, look forward! Thanks to everyone's efforts, our class has achieved outstanding training results, and the battalion commander decided that my class will be the guide of the whole battalion, and now I order the whole class to go to the shooting range to shoot! ”

Hearing the squad leader's words, Zhu Bingwen had a smile on his face.

"All of them, turn left and walk in unison!"

"Forward, forward, forward, sing!"

"Forward, forward, forward, our team ,......。 to the sun"

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