In the first five minutes, I felt that squatting was nothing in my short consciousness, and it was even quite comfortable, but after fifteen minutes, my left foot seemed to be full of small insects, and there was a feeling of tearing.

glanced at the chief instructor in the center of the team, who was still talking endlessly, insisting on positive education, what he said was not unreasonable, and it could be seen that he was really angry.

It's that we're so bad.

I'm still gritting my teeth and holding on, and the classmates in front of me are going up and down at the moment, taking turns with their left and right feet, will it be better?

I also changed one foot in the same way, and the result was indeed much better, and my left foot seemed to be saved, a temporary release. However, the right foot is just getting started.

"Don't move!" The chief instructor gave the order again, and began to scan us with his glowing eyes, which were the most agile, and the slightest hint of wind and grass would immediately reveal that he had just turned a blind eye if strictly speaking.

"Squat for another ten minutes, the last ten minutes, and if one person moves, five minutes overtime!" After the chief instructor said what he had to say, he began to be strict.

I'm extremely glad that I changed my feet, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hold on at all, and if I caused everyone to overtime because of me, I must have felt countless guilt.

This is just my thoughts, looking at the surrounding green patch, on the empty ground in front of the cafeteria, the camouflage is particularly conspicuous, and there are nearly a thousand people, it is impossible that no one moves.

Soon.

"What? Tired? Five minutes of extra time! "At the beginning, someone moved, and it was still a girl, and the chief instructor was really ruthless enough, directly identified her in public, and made her stand up.

Now I feel that standing in a military posture is not tiring at all, but squatting is tired.

However, standing like this by everyone is so embarrassing, because she is alone, everyone here adds five minutes of extra time, and at this time they would rather continue to squat.

At least squat for peace of mind.

"In the training base, there is no distinction between men and women, one person makes a mistake, everyone is punished, and when you come here, you must fulfill the obligations of a soldier, and you must be as upright as a soldier, this is the posture of a soldier. If you ambush the enemy on a mission, because you are alone, you expose the whereabouts of the entire team, then it will not only be such a simple punishment, a team must be united, and no one can make a mistake. "At a glance, the chief instructor knew that he was the kind of person with high experience, and he was true to every word.

He made a lot of sense, the military is really great.

Now, though, it's like an immersive character experience, where we seem to be the next soldier, especially when we put on our uniforms.

Then, one after another, they were caught changing their feet, and then stood up, there were boys and girls, although they all stood up, but their eyes were always drooping, and they did not dare to face the classmates all over the ground.

This is a big dismount as soon as it comes!

It's scary.

……

Half an hour later.

The chief instructor showed no mercy at all, looking at the stopwatch and pinching the time, it was exactly half an hour.

"Stand upright!"

The numb feet stood slowly, but they still held their breath and stared, and their upper bodies didn't dare to move at all, only their ankles were quietly turning in private, because they were really numb.

People are a contradiction, they will want to squat after standing in a military posture for a long time, and they will want to stand up after squatting for a long time.

After a while, it was as if there were 10 million ants running around under my feet, and the tearing feeling on the soles of my feet couldn't be calmed down for a long time, and it was only the first day.

What to do in the next nine days?

"Ten minutes to eat, twenty minutes to go back and clean up the bed, gather on time at two o'clock for training, check the cleanliness of the dormitory in the afternoon, and punish those who do not qualify."

After giving the order again indifferently, the chief instructor and the teachers of the school went to the dining hall next to them to eat.

And we lined up to enter the big canteen in front of us, this time, about a dozen people around a round table, no stools, crowded, only the round table in front of us, and the personnel were assigned in advance, a quick glance at the students at the table I was in, it was my class, but they didn't know each other very well.

Acquaintance, but not acquaintance.

And there are only ten minutes to eat, there is no time to care about the rest, lift the white cloth on the table, the meal that has already cooled is waiting for us, and the steamed buns have already dried.

I didn't have time to take care of it, picked up the bowl in front of them, and turned on the gobbling mode, maybe because of the unfamiliarity, our table was exceptionally quiet, while the students at the other tables were noisy, as if there were endless words.

"All of them, squat!" Suddenly, a familiar voice came.

When the classmates thought that someone was joking, they ignored it and continued to chat, and the whole cafeteria was chaotic.

"Squat! Can't you hear me?! A louder voice came, and it was the chief instructor standing in the middle, still with that fierce look.

Are we doing something wrong again?

Putting down the half-eaten food in his hand, he immediately squatted under the dining table, it turned out that the stool was not only to save space, but also to facilitate the punishment.

"Who taught you how to speak during meals? With your quality, go back where you came from! "The chief instructor is angry again, but he should really be angry, it won't be good to make such a noise during dinner, but this is a military training base, and he must look like a soldier.

Rigor and formality are the bare minimum.

Squatting again, and I don't know how long I need to squat, just soothing the soles of my feet, and experiencing a tear again, is this to promote digestion? Exercise before and after meals, so that your stomach will be very uncomfortable.

This time after squatting for five minutes, the chief instructor taught us again, as if for the sake of the first day, let us go, stood up, and picked up the dishes and chopsticks again.

The atmosphere is obviously different, no one in the huge cafeteria speaks, and everyone is seriously eating the food in front of them, for fear that one will accidentally do something wrong.

The chief instructor made his rounds and returned to his dining room to eat.

At this time, everyone took a deep breath, quickly finished their meal, and embarked on the journey back to the dormitory.

……

The first task was to make the bed, put on the sheets, and clean the dormitory, but it only took 20 minutes.

Although I have never been in the army, I always know something, and the most important thing for the instructors of the army is the concept of time, it doesn't matter how early you are, but you are not allowed to be late, and you can't be a minute late.

"Huh? What are you doing here? ”

As soon as I entered the dormitory, a familiar voice came from my side, it was Zhao.

The road is narrow, and I am most afraid of seeing her, and I am not afraid of her, but I am mainly afraid of her, mainly to avoid seeing her as much as possible.

"Mr. Hai asked me to live here." I replied, and as soon as I walked over to the bed I had set up in advance, something unpleasant happened again.

"I don't want to sleep by the window, I sleep here!" At this time, it was not Zhao, but another girl who looked very domineering, her name was Xinwen, and I saw her dragging her fat body and throwing my schoolbag from the bed to the top bunk next to the other window.

It was too late, only one upper bunk was occupied, but it was forcibly changed to another upper bunk by the window, she couldn't sleep, can I sleep?

Before I could speak, she climbed into the bed, sat down as steadily as Tarzan, and began to lay out the sheets.

A look down full of tsundere.

At that time, I wanted to become a Contra warrior and pierce her ugly face with one shot.

As a result, my forbearance was exchanged for endless gains.