When he arrived at the cafeteria, Ye Fei picked out a pot of well-looking buns and put them on the table.

The buns made by the recruits are strange and full of poisons.

For Nie Haifeng, he definitely can't eat such buns, but if he really picks the kind of buns with thick skin and little or no filling, Ye Fei will not be able to do it.

If Nie Haifeng gets angry, he will definitely not be able to affect Ye Fei, and the recruits who pack this batch of buns will be miserable.

The Saturday tolerances for a month in a row are all light.

It can only be said that this batch of tolerances is lucky, and when eating, Nie Haifeng did not show anything unusual.

It's also possible that I'm in a good mood today and held back.

After eating, the night training of the third squadron was carried out normally.

Originally, some recruits thought that they had just finished the assessment today, and it was a rest day, so there should be no such thing as night training.

As soon as the watchman blew the whistle, the recruits suddenly had their dreams shattered, and they reluctantly walked out of the squad and lined up to assemble.

This emotion was even brought to the training ground, and all of them looked listless, standing in the queue, and the hands of the military posture were not tightly buckled.

To say that the recruits who have finished the assessment are not tired, they are indeed tired.

But after an afternoon of rest, it's time to recover, at least in the army, after an afternoon of rest, no matter what you did before, you must be a dragon and a tiger!

Seeing this, Wu Shiqi angrily ran to the front of the queue and scolded.

"What do you say? Look at your rambling look! ”

"The assessment is good, and you even forgot your last name, right? Forgot what style is, didn't you? ”

"Second Platoon Leader!"

"Here!"

The second platoon leader who was in charge of this week's duty ran out of the queue and stood in front of Wu Shiqi.

"Tonight's night training, there is no end time, let me keep practicing!"

"The squadron will be held at ten o'clock, when will the effect be satisfactory to me, and when will I bring it back by name!"

After giving the order, Wu Shiqi said to the queue.

"I'll teach you recruits another lesson today!"

"Soldiers! The more tired you are, the more you have to keep your style! This is the time when the style is embodied! ”

"Can you be tired and scattered? Can you ignore queue discipline? ”

"No matter how good the usual style is, it's useless, that's called pretending!"

After speaking, Wu Shiqi ran to the side, looked at the queue coldly, and showed that he was serious.

If the recruits of the third squadron are unrepentant and want to be perfunctory, Wu Shiqi will dare to let them come out for training tomorrow!

Still want to rest? Take a fart!

In fact, since Ye Fei and Wu Shiqi finished talking about the things to be checked, Wu Shiqi had the idea of adding more weight to the night training in his heart.

Let him seize the opportunity now, and don't you try to play on the topic?

"Captain, have you heard everything you said!"

"Classes, start training!"

After the second platoon commander gave the order, he beckoned Ye Fei to the side and discussed what he would do for a while.

"Instructor, when you can at ten o'clock, how about you lead the team?"

In the course of the night training, all the cadres and non-commissioned officers called Ye Fei instructors.

Ye Fei nodded, and said without humility or arrogance.

"Yes, I'm fine."

Under normal circumstances, the squadron-level drill is either the duty officer of the week, or the duty officer of the week serves as the commander and is responsible for giving orders.

Now that Wu Shiqi has become the leader of the review, the second platoon commander is a little confused about how to give the password at that time, so he simply asked Ye Fei, the instructor, to be the commander of the exercise.

For this, Ye Fei had already prepared.

Strictly speaking, this form of performance is not even a drill, but a display of the cultural life of officers and men after school.

What is after-school? The time outside of class is called after-school!

Since it is not in the training syllabus, each has its own version of what the specific process is, and as long as the results are good and the officers and men can show that they are positive and uplifting, and that they love their posts and are proficient in military work.

In fact, Ye Fei can copy ready-made, and there are often squadrons on the side of the first corps who do this, and when they meet the inspection, they will show it to the inspection team together with mental health exercises.

But when Ye Fei reported this idea to Nie Haifeng, he directly rejected it.

Not! Absolutely not! Isn't that our second team copying their first team?

I don't care who you kid discusses with or how to get it, the process will definitely not be the same as the first team, and the effect will be better than theirs!

Seeing that Nie Haifeng's attitude was resolute, Ye Fei had no choice but to run back to the squadron and discuss with Zhang Yu and Wu Shiqi for a long time before he could be regarded as determining a set of procedures.

The commander doesn't need to give a password, rehearse a few times, remember the rhythm of the music, and follow the nodes to make movements.

Since he wanted to make a difference, Ye Fei simply gave up the accompaniment, and instead stood upright, and the commander ignored the name of the move, only shouted the number, and did it wherever he shouted.

It also combines "huhuhahe" and "dai! The tone words that help to exert force are also crisp and murderous, and they are not much more reckless than the scene of capturing the enemy and exercising.

When Bai Ci came to inspect, the third squadron showed him this process, and Bai Ci praised Nie Haifeng several times in private, saying that the effect was good.

Some cadres have also raised concerns, fearing that if the assessment results are not as good as those of the first team, will it be a bad job to engage in this kind of thing?

Although Bai Ci did not show a clear attitude towards this kind of remarks, he still instructed Nie Haifeng to only let the third squadron conduct collective exercises, and then prepare to pull it up.

As for the other recruits of the new training brigade, they should practice a few times and be able to beat down the movements.

Nie Haifeng said yes again and again, because he originally planned to do so.

After all, according to the usual practice, similar activities of the recruit company also include the "military song chorus competition" between squadrons, and each squadron has a program for the New Year's Day party, and if time permits, there may be a speech contest and the like.

These things should also be rehearsed in their spare time.

As for letting Ye Fei be the kung fu instructor of the brigade, this is not Nie Haifeng's fooling, but serious.

It's just that the teaching object at that time will become the squad leader of each squadron, and after learning, according to the squadron's arrangement, he will find time to practice by himself.

Of course Ye Fei didn't know these things, and it was impossible for Nie Haifeng to tell him.

In fact, Nie Haifeng was under much more pressure for Ye Fei than he imagined.

Ye Fei had some faint feelings about this, so he was particularly attentive to the teaching work, and any opinions he had were straightforward.

In order not only to complete the task, but also to live up to Nie Haifeng's trust in himself.

After chatting with the second platoon leader, Ye Fei returned to the front of the queue and stared at the training effect of each squad.

Since Wu Shiqi spoke angrily, all squad leaders have taken out their attitudes and trained this group of recruits with the standard of training to capture the enemy.

After fighting again, stopping is to do it again, and even the original recess has been canceled, so be sure to give this group of recruits a long memory.

As the saying goes, if you can't slap your body, you don't know that it hurts, and the recruits of the third squadron now know that it hurts, but it's too late.

I can only train honestly, and at the same time frantically hope that ten o'clock will come early.