In late May, we have said goodbye to the twilight of spring and entered the summer, the sun has begun to bring a hint of heat, the trees are more verdant, and the beauties have begun to dress up hotly, revealing their pure white thighs......

But none of this has anything to do with the dialect at this moment.

"Little rookie, haven't you ever eaten milk, do you want me to take you to take a bite, his grandmother's running is slower than a three-year-old child." The person standing in the car shouted with a megaphone to the figure running hard in front of him, he was Yan Zhendong's instructor of the Dragon Tooth Army,

"Xiaolin, feed some milk to the rookie in front of you who hasn't been weaned." Yan Zhendong sat down and said to Lin Hu.

Lin Hu looked at the figure in front of him, smiled, and stepped on the accelerator a few times, and the Dongfeng Iron Armor instantly erupted into a violent sound.

"Buzz! Airplanes! ”

Feeling the approach of the car behind him, Fang Yan gritted his teeth fiercely, spread his feet and ran forward.

Malegobi, wait for the master and I to stumble and climb the gods, and then cross a few more times, if you don't hang a few of you up and beat me, I don't believe the party.

Ever since the decision was made in the conference room that day, he had enjoyed the best medical conditions and the best medicines, and he walked around the garden every day, chatted with his nurse sisters, and felt that he was relatively free except that he couldn't go out.

But all this, after Lin Hu came again, he completely changed his style,

"The doctor said that your wound no longer affects the training, so, for the sake of your life, you need to do a simple military training."

At that time, he was still thinking happily, isn't it just to fight guns and set off guns, the country is really good, he can think of anything, but when he really came to the military region, he found that the simplicity in Lin Hu's mouth and the simplicity in his imagination are not at the same level of understanding at all.

Fang Yan ran forward with all his might, his lungs seemed to be roasted by fire, his mouth was long, and he was trying to breathe every breath of air, he had already run nearly ten kilometers with a 20-kilogram bag, and felt that the car behind him was forcing up again, and Fang Yan had to speed up again.

"I said Lin Xiaohu, this person's physical fitness is good, give it to me, and I promise to bring you a king of soldiers among the kings of soldiers." Yan Zhendong said to Lin Hu in the driver's seat.

Lin Hu glanced at Yan Zhendong and said solemnly, "You know ......"

"State secrets, you've said it several times, let's talk about the rest, I don't want to always do this soldier!" Yan Zhendong put his feet on the window and said indifferently.

"State secrets." Lin Hu spit out these four words again with an expressionless face.

"Hey, Lin Xiaohu, you're not authentic, I think who was going to help you hand the love letter to Xiaohua in the next yard, and I want to ...... at the beginning."

Lin Hu's old face turned red when he heard this, and he said to Yan Zhendong, who was not serious next to him: "You can only know that this person has a major role in the development of national science and technology. ”

"That's it? Lin Xiaohu, let's be clear, I won't tell your daughter-in-law Xiao Zhao that you picked up the skirt of the female classmate in the next class in junior high school......" Yan Zhendong said with a smile.

"Unless ......"

"Whew!"

The Eastern Warrior stopped, and Lin Hu immediately rushed out of the driver's seat, summoned the doctor in the car behind, and came to Fang Yan's side.

"Don't worry, this kid is fine, it's just dehydrated and dehydrated, just take a rest." Yan Zhendong glanced at the dialect on the ground and saw the physical state of the dialect at this time.

"Director Lin, the patient is just dehydrated, nothing else." The doctor who examined looked at Lin Hu and said.

"Let me see, 13 kilometers, this young man is not bad, arrange martial arts training in the afternoon, and then come to the field to run with weights, and let him shoot ...... at night" Yan Zhendong looked at the record on his GPS and muttered.

When Fang Yan heard this muttering, his eyes widened, his body subconsciously propped up, and he lay straight down again, completely unconscious.

"Doctor, doctor......"

The people around were in a mess.

……

"Little rookie, stand up, the warm-up is not over, don't lie on the ground, there is no woman on the ground." Yan Zhendong sarcastically said to the dialect lying on the ground.

Fang Yan twisted on the ground, stood up with his hands propped up, shook his dizzy head after being hit hard, yelled at Yan Zhendong, and rushed up.

Yan Zhendong looked at Fang Yan who rushed over, squinted his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and after flashing the left fist that came towards him in front of him, he clamped Fang Yan's left wrist with his right hand and pushed it up, while blocking Fang Yan's right fist that attacked his abdomen with his left hand.

Fast as lightning, he used his left hand to card the arm of the main dialect that he didn't have time to withdraw, Yan Zhendong pushed Fang Yan's left shoulder heavily with his right hand, and with this force, Yan Zhendong twisted Fang Yan's arm behind him, and Fang Yan involuntarily arched his body and exposed his back to Yan Zhendong.

"Walk you!"

Yan Zhendong roared and kicked Fang Yan's buttocks, Fang Yan involuntarily fell forward, and fell to the ground again.

Walking to the dialect head and squatting down, Yan Zhendong said with a smile: "Little rookie, congratulations on your successful promotion to rookie, hurry up, I'll wait for you at the shooting range." ”

Villain revenge, it's not too late for a few months, wait for me to wear it once or twice, your ass can be kicked sideways if I want, and you can kick it if you want to......

Fang Yan looked at Yan Zhendong who walked out of the door, and scenes of himself beating Yan Zhendong appeared in his mind.

……

After getting up from the ground of the martial arts training ground, Fang Yan greeted the red glow in the sky and came to the shooting range.

"Rookie, this is your task today." Yan Zhendong jumped down from several boxes, came to Fang Yan's side, and patted him on the shoulder, "Enjoy it, there will be bomb throwing training later." ”

After Yan Zhendong whispered in Fang Yan's ear, he walked into the distance, opened his tablet, put on headphones and listened to the song, and hummed a few words.

Looking at the Type 92 pistols and 95 rifles on the box, as well as the pile of ammunition boxes, even the dialect that knew that his training was getting heavier and heavier day by day, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Cheering himself up in his heart, Fang Yan walked up, opened the ammunition box, and rows of golden bullets appeared in front of him.

Expressionlessly, he picked up the empty magazine next to him, and he began to press the magazine at full speed, which was required by Yan Zhendong, and he must use full speed every time he pressed the magazine.

Don't look at Yan Zhendong who is now addicted to music and can't extricate himself, but Fang Yan knows that his gaze has never left him at all, if Fang Yan is a little negligent, then his ass will suffer again.

This is the lesson that Fang Yan has learned from the training in the past few days, and it has also made him understand that there is only one truth in the army, that is, whoever has the biggest fist will speak.

Who can't make the fist of tongues compare to that frantic instructor?

……

After pressing the magazine, Fang Yan came to the firing position, opened the safe, and began to shoot one shot at a time.

Thanks to the all-round body enhancement, and after the consumption of a large amount of ammunition in the past ten days, shooting is currently the only thing he can handle, at least the impact holes on the target paper will be concentrated in the bull's-eye.

10m target, 20m target, 50m target......

From static targets at different distances to moving targets, non-stop magazine pressing, shooting, magazine pressing......

In the end, when Fang Yan's shoulder was hurt by the recoil, Yan Zhenguo stopped him who was about to continue pressing the magazine.

"Rookie, yes, you're still a big rookie in shooting." Yan Zhendong looked at the dialect rubbing his shoulders and said.

"Let's go, what are you doing in a daze, go to dinner, jog after dinner, and continue bomb throwing training after jogging."

Yan Zhendong raised his feet and walked out, and Fang Yan followed, after all, he was already very accustomed to this kind of training process, running for 3 kilometers after eating to strengthen the stomach and appetite, and then bomb throwing training, and waiting until his arm was sore, the day's training was over.

I remembered the date I saw on the clock in the morning, the 24th, and there were only 4 days left before the next crossing, but I just didn't know what kind of world the next time would be......