"Don't be afraid of pain, don't be afraid of injury, we are soldiers, scars are honor, calluses are skills.

It's been almost two months since they were enlisted, don't you still understand this truth?

Look at your fists now, is this what a man should have?

The appearance of fine skin and tender meat, do you feel that you can kill the enemy with your fist now?

Give me a little harder, and tell you that Dr. Ye and they are on the side.

Whoever has no blood on their stakes today, who is not allowed to eat until they are satisfied! ”

Behind the dormitory building in the recruit company barracks, there used to be a lawn that everyone didn't know what to do.

Wang Ye and Wu Jianfeng were sitting on the cement pavement on the side and roasted sweet potatoes before.

However, at that time, Wang Ye didn't bother with what the land was for.

But now Wang Ye knows.

The lawn at the back was actually pitted, and at noon today, the recruits of the entire company were arranged to fight against wood.

Two-and-a-half-meter-long logs were carried out one by one.

After arriving here, they were erected directly into the pits on the lawn, and then filled with sediment, and finally all the squad leaders wrapped hemp rope around a piece of wood, and then after hanging the kettle and carrying a gun for an afternoon in the afternoon, by five o'clock physical fitness time, the entire recruit company was taken to the wooden stake that everyone had made themselves in the afternoon.

Beat.

Just one word.

Boxing training starts with the flesh and skin.

In Wu Jianfeng's words, it is.

Everyone's fists must be calloused after half a month, and they will not bleed until they come back to hit the stakes.

It was a painful beginning.

On the hard wooden stake, even if you wrap a circle of hemp rope and punch it hard, your fist will hurt.

Especially after a few minutes of fighting, the skin on the fist is worn out, and then hit it with the fist, it is sour

Wang Ye was wearing a physical suit, and fine sweat was oozing quickly from his forehead and even his entire face.

In fact, it is not hot now, in winter, even in the south of the motherland, but the temperature is more than ten degrees after five o'clock in the evening.

However, the exercise and pain made Wang Ye's sweat continue to bubble up.

Hurt.

Just after breaking the skin, I hit it with a punch, and every punch seemed to hurt like a heart.

Fortunately, Wang Ye is also used to this kind of pain.

From the day the gun was fired to the present, another ten days have passed.

In the past ten days, I have looked closely at Wang Ye's slaps, elbows and knees, and the scars on his elbows and knees to know how hard the training was.

Tactical training, even if Wang Ye is full on the first day, but the full level of experience and skill does not mean that he will not be injured during training.

The end of the fine skin and tender meat is the same as Wang Ye's shoulder when he dragged the tire tire before, and the skin broke and bleed after practice.

Of course, the others are not much better.

In recent years, the general quality of life has improved, and even if someone has a little rougher skin than Wang Ye, it is not much rougher, and they are all covered with scars in this training.

A few more minutes passed, and the hemp rope wrapped around the wooden stake in front of Wang Ye was already covered with small dark red dots.

At the same time, Wang Ye's gritted teeth' facial expression began to gradually soothe.

It's numb.

It doesn't hurt much anymore.

The flesh on the fists of both hands had already begun to tear open, but there was no blood.

Not even red meat.

Because now the joints of the fists are black.

A little blood oozing out was also directly stained on the hemp rope of the wooden stake.

"Very good, Wang Ye's side has entered the state, come on.

Qin Li, why are you tickling me?

Forcefully, give you another minute, and if there is no blood on the stake for a minute, I will let you knock it with your head, let you practice iron head skills, and then let you practice a cocoon on your forehead! ”

Ye Sanshi came over and was very satisfied with the situation on the wooden stake in front of Wang Ye, but when he turned his head to look at Qin Li's wooden stake next door, he suddenly erupted.

Hit the stake, you can't be lazy with this thing, because you've got to see blood!

With little force, you can see at a glance the situation on the stake.

It's not something that the squad leader can solve if you work hard, and if the squad leader leaves, you will be lazy.

The words made Qin Li very embarrassed, but his fist also increased with gritted teeth.

At this time, on the edge of the training ground, Wu Jianfeng also shouted again: "Tell you, you have all passed this level."

We are an army of flower growers, and the world's number one army is not made by blowing.

It's by skill.

I've told you countless times what this ability is.

The honor accumulated by training scars is skill.

When you are covered in calluses, you really meet a foreign soldier, even if you are not as tall as them, but if you glare at him, he will have to shrink back, because you are a qualified flower planter.

Your eyes will be filled with the self-confidence you have accumulated in your usual training.

Of course, this self-confidence is not something that can be stolen by being lazy.

So give Lao Tzu a hard time, give me a fatal beating, hit harder, and imagine the stake in front of you as the person you hate the most.

For example, your class leader, me, and even the instructor, you can do it! ”

Wu Jianfeng did not shy away from the image of the squad leader and even him as a villain.

After yelling, he looked at everyone for a while, then turned around and slowly walked towards the shade of the tree on the side.

There, two figures were sitting under a tree.

A long table, three chairs.

There was also a chair that was empty now, and it was a seat that belonged to the hygienist of the recruit company, but he hadn't come yet

"Doctor Ye, you may have to wait for a while, if you are bored, you can go back and rest first."

Wu Jianfeng walked over with a smile.

The attitude is completely different from the previous training of new recruits.

Ye Su laughed: "It's not boring, it's quite interesting to watch the training of recruits!" ”

On the side, Ouyang Mingyue also made up a sentence at this time: "Oops, I just feel a little miserable, I'm really glad that our military doctors don't have to train like this now!" ”

"Haha!" Wu Jianfeng laughed heartily: "Your military doctors have different responsibilities from us, how can you train like this."

Besides, your hands need stitches and cocoons, and you won't be able to do this kind of delicate work! ”

"What a bastard! We were drenched in blood, and he was picking up girls over there, and I really wanted to go over and reward him! ”

Wu Jianfeng's move, how could the boxing recruits not see it.

Although this has actually become the norm.

In the past ten days, Wu Jianfeng has obviously been more active than before.

In the past, it was all scattered in shifts and platoons, and there were many times of training.

But now, a lot of the time, it's all connected.

Then he, the company commander, personally took charge of the training, and when he was free during the training, he would go to the two female military doctors who often came to see everyone's training.

However, even if it is not the first time you have seen it, every time you see this scene, everyone will still grit their teeth.

Of course, now everyone is gritting their teeth in pain because of boxing.

"Go ahead, I've got your back!" On Yan Zhiming's side, Liang Fan turned his head and replied softly.

Yes, what I said just now was said by Yan Zhiming.

In the past ten days, he has been completely integrated into Class 5.

No one excluded him, and no one isolated him.

Compared to him in Class 8, Class 5 made him feel like he had come to heaven.

"Hehe, Brother Fan, I'll just say hi, you see the squad leader, they don't dare me!"

"Yan Zhiming, if you dare to cheat and play tricks again, be careful that I pull you out and we will practice alone!" Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, but he didn't know when, there was a squad leader standing not far behind him.

The squad leader of the eighth class of EN, the leader of the third platoon.

Although he was no longer Yan Zhiming's squad leader, at this time, as soon as he roared, Yan Zhiming immediately shuddered, and then gritted his teeth and hit the wooden stake in front of him like rain.

Wang Ye grinned when he saw this scene.

Of course, Wang Yeshou didn't stop and kept fighting.

Now he has a lot of experience.

You can't stop it, and it hurts when you stop.

Keep playing, keep numb, wait for when you don't practice, it's not too late to stop.

Today is already 10,000 words, make up for yesterday's 2,000, today is 8,000, and I'll look at it in the evening and write another chapter

(End of chapter)