After the college entrance examination, bring a system to serve as a soldier

The 400-meter hurdle is something that many veterans talk about, and for recruits, once there is really a compulsion to emphasize the fastest speed and compress the time, it will undoubtedly be a nightmare and a Shura field!

It's only been half an hour of training, and one trip back and forth can still give everyone a five-minute rest, but until now, two comrades-in-arms have still been sent to the infirmary.

This project is too easy to get injured, especially after the recruit's physical fitness begins to be unable to keep up with the excessive training time.

Falling from a high platform ladder, jumping across a deep pit and other situations are frequent.

Small injuries, the squad leader will help you bandage and take a break to continue, if it is serious, you have to go to the infirmary to deal with it.

Fortunately, this project did not last forever, and after about forty minutes of training, the company commander shouted to stop.

Each squad rests for 10 minutes, and then the squad leader summarizes the training and explains the tactical movements of various obstacles, and takes each recruit to the training ground to correct the tactical movements.

It was not until four o'clock in the afternoon that the recruits were taken away from the training ground of the 400-meter obstacle by the squad leaders.

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"Here again! My palms were broken when I crossed the obstacle just now!"

Seeing the three rows of wooden stakes in the distance, Liu Tie immediately came out crying with a sad face.

He may like to throw bombs for the training of recruit companies now, because only bomb throwing is the easiest for him, and he can be praised, let alone have to worry about being scolded.

"My hands are now braised chicken feet, the palms of my hands have just been worn out, and the blood eggplant on the back of my hand that was formed yesterday has also been broken just now, and now it hurts hotly!"

When Xu Hua heard these voices, he turned his head to look at everyone: "What's the point of breaking the skin, who didn't come over like this, the pain will just start, and if you practice the cocoon in the future, there will be no more!"

"But can't we take a day off? at least let our hands recover! Now that I'm practicing like this, I'll have to eat with my hands again in the evening!" Ren Yuan muttered quietly!

The second squad, and even the entire recruit company, are now afraid that only Lin Fan will not resist this wooden stake.

Before, Lin Fan was still thinking that if he didn't have to train piling today, then he would have to come out and find a tree to practice next night.

After all, now after the points have been consumed in the morning, there are only ten points left.

Poor again!

So this task of practicing cocoons, he must complete it!

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"You tickle the stake, voice, voice, I want to hear it!"

On one side, a squad leader yelled at a recruit from their squad.

Within a few seconds, in his class, Xu Hua's scolding also sounded.

"You haven't eaten or you're kidney-deficient!

Today's piling is more painful than yesterday, because everyone's hand injuries are not healed, and the training activities of the day are to endure the pain, but now they have to use this injured hand to drive wooden stakes.

What is the difference between this and sprinkling salt on a wound.

"What are you crying about, you can still cry yourself when you hit a stake, if you are beaten by someone else on the battlefield, can you still cry to the enemy?"

A squad leader scolded, Lin Fan looked over, and just saw a recruit standing there with tears in his eyes covering the bloody scab and ruptured, and his bleeding hand was re-bleeding.

However, Lin Fan only glanced at it, and then ignored it, and began to hit the wooden stake in front of him seriously.

Every ten minutes, change the bandage, rest for a few minutes, and then continue.

At dinnertime, all the recruits ate a meal with their hands again.

During the meal this time, Lin Fan saw many people crying while eating.

High-intensity training, repeated torture after injury, soreness all over my body and tingling in my hands, I can't even use chopsticks to eat.

Under all kinds of pressure, some recruits began to lose their hearts and minds.

If the company commander can now bring a discharge contract that can be signed and left, Lin Fan feels that in this canteen, at least one-third of the people will go, or even more.

Most of us are eighteen or nineteen-year-old young people, even if they come from the countryside, they have never suffered such hardships!

It's a pity that this is a barracks, discipline is above all else, and if you come, you have to bear it.

At half past seven, after watching the news broadcast, I returned to the dormitory, and the instructor and company commander came to express my condolences to everyone.

I talked to you about the parents, and by the way, I also brought you a mobile phone, so that everyone can call and contact the outside world for two minutes.

This gave a group of recruits who felt almost unbearable their strength again.

Of course, Lin Fan, who had nothing to worry about in the outside world, did not call, and this special situation also made Lin Fan receive special treatment again.

The instructor called Lin Fan out of the dormitory and came to the corridor.

"Little Jordan, can you still eat?" After arriving at the corridor, the instructor smiled and spoke to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan touched his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, although I'm a little tired, but I can still eat!"

"Well, you can see that you are a good seedling, and among the recruits of this group of three companies, you are definitely the best among them, how about it? Have you considered which unit you want to go to after graduation?"

"Huh, can you still choose for yourself?"

Lin Fan was a little surprised, he really didn't know that there was such a thing, and he always thought that it was all allocated.

The instructor smiled and said: "Ordinary people don't have it, but an excellent soldier like you can have his own opinions!"

"Is that so? Then I want to go to the cooking class, is it?" Lin Fan said with a smile.

He laughed, though, but the instructor was dumbfounded.

"What?"

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