The platoon commanders of the other two platoons agreed on the rules with the British Rails, and each stood in front of their own platoon's platoon.

However, before they could read out the start of the game, they saw Nguyen Hao Thanh walking towards the British Railway, as if asking him for some advice, and then walked towards the soldiers in his squad.

When they were surprised, the British Rails shouted to them and told them to wait for a moment.

The two squad leaders of the second row and the third row of the first shift lined up side by side looked at Ruan Haocheng, who seemed to be a little busy, although he was a little curious in his heart, but he didn't know why.

About a minute later, Ruan Haocheng walked to the front of his class and nodded to the British Railway.

The British Rails shouted to the other two platoon commanders to announce the start.

The start-up officer for the pull-ups competition is the British Railway, and the recorder of each platoon is the respective platoon leader.

Ruan Haocheng stepped forward, walked to the horizontal bar two meters away, and stood under the horizontal bar.

He glanced at the two people who were playing with him in the second and third rows.

The soldiers of the second platoon and the first squad were about the same height as him, and their body was a little thinner than him, seeing him looking at him confidently looking at him, Ruan Haocheng bent the corner of his mouth and threw him a smile.

The three platoons were slightly shorter than him, sturdy, and looked very capable.

From the corner of his eye just now, he seemed to see that this soldier was a soldier who was temporarily replaced by the squad leader of the first squad of the three factions after seeing him on the field and the soldier of the second platoon and the first squad.

Perhaps because of the temporary substitution, the fighter looked a little nervous, and his hands clenched and released from time to time.

When Ruan Haocheng looked at him, he gave him an encouraging smile.

He is confident to win them, and he wants to win the glory, not to win them who are out of character.

The sturdy soldier in the third platoon is named Xiao Liming, and he is a junior high school graduate.

Just as Ruan Haocheng walked down and whispered to the various soldiers in the class, his eyes kept following him.

He didn't know how the squad leaders of other squads got along with the soldiers in the squad before, but when he saw Ruan Haocheng and the members of the squad cordially exchanging heads and ears, and seeing the admiring eyes of most of the soldiers, he knew that he was different from the squad leader of his own squad.

At this time, as a competitor, he actually gave himself an encouraging look.

The panic in Xiao Liming's heart dissipated inexplicably, and it may be difficult to enter the top ten of the whole company with his strength, but thinking about the comrades-in-arms in his class who did not put their minds on training, he has enough confidence to get the first place in the class.

The British Rails glanced at the three who were already ready, and blew the whistle briefly to start the race.

One, two, three...

One minute was short, and Ruan Haocheng stared straight ahead, trying to pull up his body, let his chin jump over the horizontal bar, and then slowly lowered it again.

In his heart, he only has to work hard, work hard, and work hard, and he must be in the top ten of the whole company, or even the top ten of the whole battalion.

Not only because he can send a few bullet casings to his daughter-in-law, but more importantly, only in this way can he have the opportunity to be promoted to platoon commander and company commander, thereby increasing his allowance when he was in the army.

'Miss you, everything is fine at home, don't miss it!' '

His daughter-in-law was smiling and talking to herself, and she was so beautiful when she smiled.

"It's time!"

Ruan Haocheng didn't know how many he had done, but he only knew that thinking about his daughter-in-law's smiling face, he had endless energy.

"Twenty-three, Haocheng actually did twenty-three." Liu Dong couldn't help but excitedly turned around and exclaimed to Zeng Xiong behind him.

"Cut, isn't it twenty-three? What's the big deal. Zeng Xiong was very disdainful