"Made, these harps."

Zhao Lifei stood at the assembly point, raised his left hand to look at the time, and shouted with his right hand crossed his waist: "Three kilometers and seven laps, can you run for thirty minutes?"

"Do you use a basin when you eat, and climb when you run?"

"I've been a soldier for so many years, and I've never seen a soldier worse than you."

"Go, stand and rest for ten minutes to relax, come three kilometers again, can't run for twenty minutes, don't eat tonight, waste food."

I rub... Still coming?

Chen Ming grinned and got up from the grass.

He had already finished the three-kilometer run, so he sat on the grass and rested for a while.

He wanted to end the training early, but his teammates didn't help.

The squad leader didn't care whether his first place had met the training standards or not, and he only stared at how long it took for the last place.

Even if he is a Scud, the Hulk is useless, and his comrades-in-arms are not up to standard training, and he will be punished as well.

Just now, the squad leader asked him to be the vanguard, relying on the stimulation of the points arrival prompt that kept ringing in his mind, he ran three kilometers like a doping, and just threw the second place lap, and the squad leader's face turned green.

It took a little more than thirteen minutes to finish the whole race, and Ma Dazhu, who finished second, was tall and big, with long legs, and also completed three kilometers of freehand ahead of schedule, and was resting with him at this time.

The two of them finally rested, and the other recruits in the first class who had just finished running didn't even have time to rest.

Immediately followed by another military posture.

Chen Ming didn't care, came to the grass and continued to stand.

Ten minutes went by in a flash.

Zhao Lifei pinched over, first glanced at everyone's expressions, and said in a low voice: "Are you all rested?"

"Come, continue, divide into two columns, Chen Ming, you are the vanguard of the left column, Ma Dazhu, you are the vanguard of the right column."

"I tell you, you don't have to pull your face in front of me, I can pull it better than you when it comes to this."

"Look at you one by one, ah, do you still look like a soldier? Standing or not standing, sitting or not, and still expecting you to go to the battlefield, what's the matter, fighting magic damage, are you going to laugh the enemy to death? ”

"Go, practice three kilometers, it's still the same sentence just now, you can't run for twenty minutes, continue to practice, don't think about dinner."

"The time I've given you is enough to find a squad leader like me who is so talkative."

"As an artilleryman, it's a shame to be as weak as you."

"What else to see? Let's go. ”

.......

In the next round of three kilometers, a group of recruits ran even more unbearable than just now, and many recruits didn't want to say anything about being tortured, so they ran with their heads down.

While running, Chen Ming turned his head to look at the state of the others, and said loudly: "Brothers, running pays attention to breathing, you try to adjust it as much as possible."

"Don't use your chest cavity to breathe out vigorously, so that breathing will make your shoulders unconsciously raise and fall, and consume your physical strength all the time."

"Breathe with your abdomen, breathe in three steps, breathe in three steps, find a good rhythm, let's work hard to complete the task, and it is estimated that we can rest."

"No... No more... Brother Chen, can you run or run ahead... I'm going to get dizzy... Weakness in the limbs... I feel like I'm too much of a milky person, and it's useless. ”

Wang Shuaibing followed behind panting, feeling that he was almost useless.

"What are you doing, just don't let me take a lunch break, I can't rest after running, I really can't stand it, I want to go home, I don't want to be a soldier."

In the team, the mood of the recruits is getting worse and worse, and they all have a posture that they can't stand up.

The other classes are still practicing in the queue, only their side is the most difficult, their inner imbalance and their legs are painful and weak, they are all complaining, and they don't have any fighting spirit at all.

Chen Ming turned his head to look at Zhao Lifei in distress, this thing was still sitting at the door of the training ground, as the squad leader, he neither ran with the team, nor did he pay much attention to the running situation on their side.

Judging from the state of the recruits at this time, if they continue to practice, sooner or later they will have to be abolished.

It is impossible for the squad leader not to be clear.

The company commander, instructors, and Jiang platoon, who usually walk around the training ground, were also nowhere to be seen at this time.

It's a bit of an anomaly.

Chen Ming was pondering, Wang Shuaibing at the back of the team was running, and suddenly his left leg was weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a "plop".

The two columns were too close to each other, he fell, and Wen Junchao, who was next to him, was also knocked to the ground, and the two simply collapsed to the ground and couldn't get up.

"No, I really can't do it, I can't get up, I really don't have the strength, Brother Chen, you should be okay, keep running, don't be affected by us."

"I won't run anymore, it's too bullying, how can I train like this."

The entire queue stopped moving forward because of the fall of the two, Chen Ming turned his head to look at the direction where the squad leader was, and Zhao Lifei was still resting, as if he didn't see the situation here.

Abnormal indeed.

Chen Ming's heart moved, he probably knew what was going on, reached out and pulled off his belt and handed it to Wang Shuaibing.

"Come, pull, the soldier's obedience to the order is the first priority, since the squad leader gave the order, we must complete the three kilometers, tired, but also persevere."

"Brother Chen..."

"Hold on, get up."

Chen Ming's voice was not loud, but it was quite firm.

Wang Shuaibing shouted "Brother Chen, Brother Chen" all day long, it was impossible for him to leave him.

Including other recruits, Chen Ming also did not intend to give up.

Because he just thought of one thing, it is called teamwork in sports schools, and it should be called in the army: don't abandon, don't give up.

In the training in the sports school, if the students do not understand the "teamwork", the coach will keep repeating the same request until they learn to work as a team.

The same should be true for the troops, if they fail to learn the lesson of "unity," they will probably not be able to pass the test today.

"Brothers, run with me with the strength, if you don't have the strength, you say, I'll pull you, come, Lao Wen, grab the belt."

"Isn't it just eight laps, we can't let other classes look flat, come on."

Chen Ming's decision directly affected Ma Dazhu.

This good man is a big man, with a strong physique, he is a man who lives at the foot of Mount Tai, he still has spare strength, and when he saw Chen Ming helping others, he also pulled off his belt, took Wen Junchao's hand away from Chen Ming's belt, and grabbed his belt.

"Come on, brother, Chen Ming is right, isn't it just eight laps, I'm afraid of an egg, we can finish the last round in more than 20 minutes, and we can't get anywhere in this round."

"Come on." Chen Ming and Ma Dazhu jointly invited.

Driven by the two of them, a few recruits are actually a little reluctant, but in this situation, they are really embarrassed to mess up again.

A group of people who work together and are physically fit in front of them pull the soldiers who can't run.

Alternating turns, the first few laps were fine, barely able to maintain the formation.

When he got to the back, his physical strength was completely exhausted, and Chen Ming couldn't pull it anymore, so he could only push the other recruits forward in the back.

The atmosphere is transferable.

Many recruits had red eyes at this time, and began to understand the responsibility of the military uniform in the true sense.

Because they are soldiers, suffering needs to be confirmed by actions, not just slogans.

Soldiers shoulder the responsibility of defending their homes and the country, and undertake the heavy responsibility of building national defense and resisting foreign enemies.

If they don't accept this suffering, more people will suffer more.

The queue led by Chen Ming was like a magnet on the training ground, attracting the attention of all classes.

Although these people were walking with difficulty and staggering, no one laughed at them, and even some of the classes couldn't help but shout while practicing the queue.

"Come on, come on."

"We're almost at the end, come on."

Five hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters ....

The finish line is just a stone's throw away!

Chen Ming also doesn't remember how many people he pulled, nor does he remember how many people he pushed.

It is even less clear how many times he lifted people up from the ground.

Anyway, it's almost the end.

And the squad leader Zhao Lifei has been quietly watching this scene of helping each other.

Chen Ming actually guessed correctly, if he ran three kilometers for the first time, no one would finish it first, so he chose to rest.

Maybe there won't be a second three-kilometre, but at most everyone will be able to relax with fifty push-ups after they've finished.

But if someone does it ahead of schedule, then they must understand a truth.

That's the first lesson of being a soldier: don't give up, don't give up.

In the end, all the recruits reached the finish line.

Zhao Lifei got up and took off his watch and stuffed it into his pocket.

When I came to the front of the team, I looked at the recruits who were supporting each other to get up and prepare to stand upright.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, yes, you did it in twenty minutes."

"Go and rest, don't make any training arrangements before dinner."