In the corridor of the 7th Steel Company, the sound of footsteps kept ringing, and soldiers ran out of the dormitory one by one. Like a stream flowing into a river, the flow of people became bigger and bigger, and finally it spilled onto the basketball court like a river.
superior.
Slogans such as "take a break, stand at attention, hurry up, hurry up," were rang out, and someone's urging voice was mixed in.
Because this was the first morning exercise for the new recruits after joining the company, it seemed a little chaotic. Of course, the chaos came from the new recruits. The veterans were already like robots, orderly and not bad at all.
"Tell me about it!"
Gao Cheng came to the front of the team and looked around, his eyes bright.
Snap!
The soldiers leaned on their feet and their voices were uniform and loud, which was exciting to hear.
"Everyone has seen the gathering situation just now. There are two distinct camps, one is the veterans and the other is the recruits. The veterans are fast and orderly, while the recruits are not slow but chaotic!"
"I know some recruits will definitely be unconvinced!" Gao Cheng raised his finger and pointed to a location where there were more recruits.
"It's a good thing to be dissatisfied! Our Seventh Company of Steel likes soldiers who are dissatisfied! If you are not convinced, then let's have a good competition! New recruits are welcome to compete with veterans anytime, anywhere, in any subject! If you win the competition,
, come and tell me, I will commend you in front of the whole company! But-"
Gao Cheng's face darkened, and his voice suddenly became stern: "But if you lose, then just keep training with your tail between your legs until your results are better than those of the veterans!"
"In one word in the Seventh Steel Company, performance is everything!"
After speaking impassionedly, Gao Cheng waved his hand and shouted: "Start training!"
"Squad leaders, bring out training 1." The watchman blew the whistle and gave the order.
First, one class was brought out.
"Veterans in the first class, let the new recruit Danzi see the level of our veterans. Prepare for three kilometers - run!"
The squad leader gave the order, and the veterans of the first squad rushed out like tigers out of the cage. Several recruits were startled when they saw it, but after they recovered, they were not to be outdone and followed them as fast as they could.
Go up.
Then the second class was brought out, then the third class, the fourth class, and the fifth class.
Class 8 was brought out second to last.
"Everyone, run - walk!" Chen Fei shouted the command, then stood on one side and directed.
The leader's growth rate is not too fast, and of course, it is not as slow as a snail. It is just right, so that the recruits will not be unable to keep up, but just enough to allow them to run warm and warm up.
Not long after Class 8 ran out, soldiers from Class 9 swished and ran away from Class 8 one after another.
"Hunter team, maintain the same speed!" Chen Fei ordered: "Hunters must have a hunter's rhythm. Hunters must not be affected by the prey!"
Nangong Yuan was a little worried at first. He was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with the veterans. Although he believed that he was in good physical fitness, he had also seen the running of those veterans just now. They were very fast and scary. He definitely couldn't run. So
He felt very uneasy, but after running for a while, he found that Class 8 was not competing with other classes and was running its own course, so his worried heart gradually dropped to the ground.
"It seems that the monitor did not lie."
He remembered what the squad leader said last night, and his heart suddenly felt warm. He suddenly felt an indescribable and wonderful feeling about this class. He felt that Class 8 was indeed good and felt very good.
After the morning exercise, everyone went back to the dormitory to wash up. During this process, several veterans from Class 8 were very nice to Nangong Yuan and other recruits. They asked about their well-being. Sometimes they asked if they slept well last night, and sometimes they asked if they felt cold.
Do you want to drink some hot water or something, and sometimes make a few jokes,
But looking at other classes, as long as they walk out of the dormitory and come to the corridor, they often hear the voices of veterans scolding the new recruits for not being able to serve in the army. "Put your things in order!"
Hurry up!" Comparing them two by one, everyone has a better impression of Class 8.
That night, after eating and resting for a while, Nangong Yuan left the dormitory and started running around alone in the camp of Steel 7th Company.
He is a person who can't rest. It is the end of December and New Year's Day has not yet arrived, so even for a company like Steel Seventh Company, the training volume has been greatly reduced, so after dinner, he has a lot of time at his disposal, so he
He wanted to look around, firstly to get familiar with this unit, and secondly, he had heard that the Seventh Company had a training ground for martial arts, and he wanted to see it. He was a martial arts practitioner, and he wanted to practice those things as soon as possible to become a success.
I'm used to it, and if I don't practice for a day, my hands will feel itchy.
His luck was pretty good and he found it soon.
The place is very simple, just a piece of sand with a few sandbags hanging on the side.
When he arrived, several veterans were practicing with their shirtless bodies humming and haha. Some were practicing boxing, and two were sparring.
Nangong Yuan was born in martial arts training. He told Chen Fei before that he had only practiced martial arts for five or six years, but in fact it was more than that. It was just a small fight in the past, and it was intermittent. Until five or six years ago, he felt that there was no hope of further education.
Only then did he start practicing professionally, hoping to make this his own way out. His habits since he was a child made him excited when he saw similar people, and he couldn't help but want to compete with each other.
He is a talented and bold person, and he is outgoing and loves challenges. So when he saw those veterans, he immediately ran over with great interest: "Squad leader, where are you practicing martial arts?"
Several veterans turned around strangely and looked Nangong Yuan up and down. Then someone nodded: "What, do you want to practice together?"
"Is that okay, squad leader?" Nangong Yuan's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"Of course you can. Fighting just requires more practice. If you practice alone behind closed doors for ten years, it will be useless. Come on, recruit, let the veterans have a taste of your fists!"
"Okay -" Nangong Yuan was overjoyed and immediately took off his heavy winter training clothes.
He is a bit addicted to martial arts. He likes martial arts and fighting.
Of course, most people are not very interested, but these veterans...he is very interested!
"Introduce yourself." A veteran said while putting on his gloves.
"Squad leaders, hello everyone, my name is Nangong Yuan. I am currently a soldier of the 3rd platoon and the 8th squad. I have been fond of martial arts since I was a child..."
As soon as he was introduced here, a veteran interrupted: "Wait a minute, new recruit Danzi, which class did you just say you were from?"
The new recruits had just joined the company, and dozens of people had arrived at once. No matter how powerful the veteran was, he couldn't figure out the identities of so many people at once.
So Nangong Yuan was not angry at all for being interrupted. He smiled and said it again: "I am a recruit from Class 8, and my name is Nangong Yuan..."
Class 8?
Several veterans, you look at me, I look at you. After a moment, some people grabbed their training uniforms and ran away, while others smiled at Nangong Yuan and said, "Sorry, little brother, we have something to do. Let's leave first and then ran away."
, one soldier was even more exaggerated. After rushing out, he realized that he didn't have his hat, so he ran back suddenly, grabbed his hat and ran away. He looked like Nangong Yuan was a murderous maniac.
What's the meaning?
What did I do wrong?
Nangong Yuan stood alone in the cold wind, feeling a little messy.