Thousands of people lined up to participate in the competition, the evaluation line was too long, Chen Ming's position was at least a kilometer away from the leader, and when it was their turn to run, it was more than a minute.

"it." Wei Chongchong tiptoed, looking at the countless heads in front of him, the corners of his mouth straightened.

"It's so unfair, open up such a long distance, the lead position is easy to run, you can quickly enter the state at your own pace, what are we doing, run two steps and slow down, the rhythm is disrupted."

"The strong will not complain about the environment."

Wang Shuaibing put on a stinky fart and shook his head deeply: "Old Wei, if you complain, it still means that you can't train at home, and you should ask the squad leader to arrange more five kilometers of training for you."

"Look at Brother Chen, how stable."

"I'll give you a sip of overnight tea." Wei Chongchong's eyes turned upside down, and he looked at Wang Shuaibing with extreme contempt.

"I can't train at home? You're the penultimate person in the class in the physical fitness test, and you're embarrassed to say me? ”

"Cut, what do you say?" Wang Shuaibing stiffened his neck and shouted: "It's not glorious for me to be the first to last, but you are glorious for the second to last?"

"Then I'm one notch better than you."

Hearing the two bickering, Chen Ming felt a little inexplicable, the two of them should be guilty of eight characters, and they can quarrel a few words on any occasion.

However, at this time, he didn't want to participate in the "fight" between the two.

Wang Shuaibing is indeed the penultimate in the physical fitness test of a class, but this does not mean that he is not good.

After all, the first class is the most demanding class in the whole company, even if the results are counted down, it is quite okay to put them in other classes.

This is related to the various strange regulations of the squad leader.

For example, Ma Dazhu, who is second only to Chen Ming in the physical fitness test, is estimated to be very likely to be in the top 300 in this extreme weight-bearing running subject.

If a class can occupy two of the top 300 places, it is estimated that the squad leader will have to lose his big teeth this time.

The team gradually distanced itself.

When there was enough space in the rear, Chen Ming stopped paying attention to the others, took a deep breath, and began to run at his own pace.

The terrain on the periphery of the martial arts arena is overgrown with weeds and uneven, far less comfortable than running on the training ground track.

At first, the artillery brigade could barely maintain the queue, and when the time was ten minutes and only a quarter of the way was completed, the line began to be chaotic from the rear.

Distance.

On the parade stand.

Tang Zhen, the commander of the artillery brigade, saw the recruits of his brigade scattered, his eyes shrunk, and he sighed lightly.

The recruits of their brigade came here to participate in the competition, and they really suffered a loss of terrain.

The training center's daily morning drills are completed on the periphery of the exercise ground, and even if they only run half a lap every day, their ability to adapt to the terrain is much stronger than that of the recruits of the artillery brigade.

The queue, for the soldiers in the competition, is equivalent to the sound of war drums on the rear wall of the ancient battle.

The drums of war rumbled.

The soldiers fighting in front will not be distracted, and the battle will be much better.

But once the drums are beaten, the battle under the walls will immediately be chaotic, revealing flaws, and being driven straight by the enemy.

The role of the queue is in no way weaker than that of the drums of war.

As long as the queue is there, the running recruits will grit their teeth and keep up, and there will be no thought of quitting the game at all.

But if there is chaos, more and more recruits will lose the motivation to compete and leave the competition continuously.

Really.

Tang Zhen guessed right.

As the queue spread out more and more, the recruits at the training center had not yet declined, and some recruits in the artillery brigade left one after another, giving up their qualifications for the competition and pursuit.

Before the total distance of the exercise ground was halfway through, nearly a quarter of the artillery brigade had withdrawn.

"Hehe, Old Tang, your toughness as a soldier this year is not high, and the little comrades don't seem to be suitable for participating in the competition on the grass."

On the parade platform, a colonel sitting on Tang Zhen's left side said with a smile, he and Tang Zhen are also old comrades-in-arms.

In the 71st Army, he served as the commander of the Industrial and Chemical Brigade, and also served as the commander of the New Training Brigade --- Song Baoguo.

Hearing the squeeze in the other party's words, Tang Zhen smiled slightly, not that his character was bad, but that everyone wanted to squeeze him.

The main reason is that the artillery brigade, as a perennial combat readiness unit, has to far exceed other units in all kinds of resources and places allocated from above every year.

Even the synthetic brigade, which is known as burning money, does not necessarily have as many resources as the artillery brigade, and the air defense brigade and the army aviation brigade are slightly behind.

"Lao Song, don't be complacent so early, how about your training, didn't you see that Lao Cui, Lao Dong, and Lao Zheng have all come to cut off Hu this year?"

"You can't keep the good seedlings, besides, if you don't get to the end, what are you anxious about, who will have the last laugh is not necessarily."

"You just have a hard mouth." Song Baoguo smiled, and didn't care, his industrial brigade really didn't have the waist of the artillery brigade.

There's no way around it.

In the past two years, the transformation of divisions into brigades has been carried out too thoroughly, many internal arrangements are uneven, and there is a great shortage of technical personnel.

In addition, in modern warfare, artillery is the main combat force, and the air force has a large proportion of artillery brigade units in order to assist in operations.

The current combat mode of the composite battalion has not yet been able to form a real fist force, the troops are scattered, and the combat concept is outdated.

It could not withstand the confrontation of an artillery battalion.

People's artillery brigades are hard-hearted, just lose two sentences and get addicted, if Tang Zhen is really more serious, no number of good seedlings on his side are not enough for others to rake and hold.

Special operations brigades and air defense brigades should also pull over and honestly punish them.

How much confidence can he have?

Song Baoguo chatted a few words, and his eyes turned to the competition field again, at this time, more than half of the recruits from the artillery brigade had basically withdrawn.

The queue of recruits in the training center is also chaotic.

Personnel are withdrawing one after another.

After all, they are all recruits, so even if the terrain is dominant, how powerful can they be.

The half-circle outside the martial arts arena is more than six kilometers, and the vast majority of recruits insist on finishing less than half a circle.

The remaining recruits who are still on the field look at a lot, and as long as the average pace is less than five minutes, they will be reminded and persuaded to quit by the surrounding police officers.

Don't look at a few thousand people, just another three minutes.

I'm afraid it would be nice to have at most 500 people left on the field.

Song Baoguo looked at the arena calmly, his eyes kept turning, observing the positions of the three athlete recruits.

There is no need to line up according to the original establishment of the individual soldier evaluation subject, and all three of them have been arranged by him to the front of the queue.

But when Song Baoguo's eyes swept to the recruits in the first echelon, he was slightly stunned, only to see a recruit on the field racing with the three of them.

Because of the distance, he couldn't see it very clearly.

But the four figures, far away from the other recruits, are nearly 500 meters ahead of the second echelon, which can always be seen.

Who's this?

Song Baoguo looked at the past suspiciously, and it was obvious that the strength of the fourth recruit to participate in the first echelon competition was no worse than those three.

Taking advantage of what they had just spoken, the four of them had obviously fought for the fire, and they were quickly scrambling for the innermost runway.

One before and three after is running wildly.

Song Baoguo's contemplation quickly attracted Tang Zhen's attention, and he also cast his gaze over, and after seeing the somewhat familiar figure, he was also stunned.

On the parade platform, others don't know Chen Ming, can he still know him?

As a brigade commander, he hadn't given such high praise to recruits for a long time, but he didn't expect that the little comrade he saw more than a month ago was still a little guy who was so serious that he stood meticulously in a military posture.

Now, can they all compete with the three new athletes who are in the limelight this year in the evaluation field?

Tang Zhen and Song Baoguo paid attention to the movement on the field, which soon caused the other leaders to look at it.