Chapter 225: Give the First Squadron a Little "Living Dad Shock!" [Please subscribe! Please vote for the monthly ticket! ]
After a brief moment of confusion, Zhao Weihong seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly continued to ask.
"What about other subjects?"
"You don't even practice physical fitness, do you?"
"How is that possible!"
"You still need to train your physical fitness. The three-army patrol also needs to be assessed every year!"
"If you don't pass the assessment, you can't even be promoted to a non-commissioned officer!"
After hearing this, Zhao Weihong's tense expression relaxed a little.
I just heard Hu Zhongping say that this is the morning exercise for the first squadron.
Zhao Weihong almost thought that the three-army patrol did not need any training at all!
If this is the case, Zhao Weihong will have to consider whether it is necessary to continue her three months of training.
No matter how different the duties of picketing are from those of grassroots combat companies.
But a picketer must first be a soldier in uniform, and then a picketer!
Can a soldier still be called a soldier if he doesn’t train?
so far so good
The three-army patrol was not as outrageous as Zhao Weihong imagined
The reason for this form of morning exercises may be that the First Squadron’s daily life arrangement is somewhat different from other units?
Zhao Weihong was desperately trying to "make up for the loss" for the First Squadron in her heart.
Because he really couldn't accept this!
If one or two people don't exercise, that would be fine, after all, not everyone in the 347th Regiment exercises.
For example, the cooks who are responsible for cooking, the cadres who work overtime until late at night, and so on.
But this kind of institutionalized behavior is not possible with morning exercises.
This is the first time Zhao Weihong has seen it!
In an instant, Zhao Weihong had a subtle illusion!
Is this still a military unit?
Am I really not in the wrong place?
And Hu Zhongping's next words further deepened Zhao Weihong's feeling!
"Wei Hong, don't underestimate our squadron's assessment!"
“Very strict!”
When Zhao Weihong mentioned this matter, Hu Zhongping suddenly showed a very "unbearable" expression and said sadly.
"You didn't see it!"
"Last year, my squad leader in the recruit company failed the push-up test, so he didn't make it to the fourth term and was discharged and went home!"
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"Squad leader, wait a moment."
"Push-ups? Failed?"
"Yeah! What's wrong?"
"What's that expression?"
"You combat troops, why don't you do push-ups?"
Hearing this, Zhao Weihong shook her head somewhat dully and spoke very subtly.
“Practice is practice.”
"But when did this become an exam subject?"
Hu Zhongping's lament about the cruelty of the squadron's assessment seemed to be turned into an indescribable whisper in Zhao Weihong's ears, which made it very difficult for him to understand, and his face was full of confusion.
"Squad leader, can you tell me what other subjects our squadron will be tested on?"
Upon hearing this, Hu Zhongping immediately counted on his fingers and introduced them to Zhao Weihong.
I practice push-ups and sit-ups on the parallel bars for three kilometers. And I do it with my bare hands.
In the 347th Regiment, these could barely be considered as warm-up activities, but in Hu Zhongping's words, they were extremely difficult assessment subjects!
What’s even more fucked up is that the criteria for passing the assessment for the First Squadron are quite different from those for the 347th Regiment!
After joining the company, Zhao Weihong never heard anyone mention "pass" or "good" during the assessment.
The only criterion for passing the assessment is "excellence!"
In the 347th Regiment, every single one of them, if their results are not “excellent”, it is no different from “failing” and they still have to practice more!
But when it came to the first squadron, the main theme was "Long live 60 points!"
What is excellent? What is good?
nonexistent!
As long as you can meet the minimum requirement of "passing", it means you have passed the assessment!
Zhao Weihong is very curious now.
If he remembered correctly, the passing standard for push-ups seemed to be doing forty or fifty push-ups within two minutes?
Zhao Weihong really can't remember this thing.
In Zhao Weihong's impression, he seemed to have never taken any test on push-ups, so it was normal that he couldn't remember it clearly.
But no matter whether it is forty or fifty, Zhao Weihong thought, isn't it all done in one breath?
Just fifty push-ups take two minutes?
If Zhao Weihong takes more than twenty seconds, he will find a piece of tofu and hit himself head-on to death!
Who on earth can’t even do 50 push-ups in two minutes?
After a moment, a very strange expression suddenly appeared on Zhao Weihong's face.
"Squad leader, I have a question."
"How are your grades in these subjects?"
Hearing this, Hu Zhongping pursed his lips, then smiled faintly and said very complacently.
"It's just so-so~"
"Just barely good, more than enough to pass the assessment!"
Zhao Weihong: “.”
I thought carefully about everything I had experienced in the 347th Regiment.
Look at Hu Zhongping’s smug look now.
Zhao Weihong is a little confused for a moment. Between him and Hu Zhongping, who is the "fake soldier"?
In fact, this is just because Zhao Weihong is not experienced enough.
As "special forces" under the leadership of the provincial military region, the training intensity of the patrol troops is actually quite high.
After all, they still have to maintain their body shape. They can't go out on duty with a big belly, as that would affect the image of the soldiers!
For example, for the warehouse storage team, or the support team responsible for organizing and training militia and reserve forces, the training intensity is usually much lower, and there is no difference from no training.
As for the service personnel of the retirement home, they simply don't receive any training, and it is very easy to be transferred to non-commissioned officers. As long as they are willing to stay, they can be transferred to the fourth term with their eyes closed!
If it weren't for the very strict professional and technical requirements for non-commissioned officers of the fifth term and above, it would not be impossible for a fifth or even sixth term non-commissioned officer to emerge in the retirement home!
Although the members of these units also wear military uniforms, they are also active-duty soldiers.
But the intensity of their training is completely different from that of combat troops.
Because the two have different functions, the requirements for training, or assessment, are naturally different. There is nothing to be surprised about.
But Zhao Weihong obviously didn't know these things.
Again.
Zhao Weihong now feels like she has come to the wrong place!
This could be anywhere, but it definitely wasn't the army!
"Monitor."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Hearing Zhao Weihong's call, Hu Zhongping, who had already lay back on the bed, yawned and said lazily.
"Wei Hong, why don't you just take a nap like me?"
"You went to bed so late last night, you must be very sleepy, right?"
"Go to sleep, I'll call you when dinner comes."
Hu Zhongping's words seemed very "considerate."
But when Zhao Weihong heard it, it felt like something stuck in his throat, and he felt uncomfortable all over!
"Oh, forget it."
"Squad leader, you should assign me a duty area."
"We can't even neglect sanitation, can we?"
"Wei Hong, what's wrong with you? Are you confused?"
"Why are you talking nonsense this morning?"
"How can you not clean up?"
Hearing this, Zhao Weihong immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Hu Zhongping continue speaking with a smile.
"But cleaning up is none of your business."
"The sanitary areas have already been divided, and someone will clean them up."
"Besides, you're a guest, how can I ask you to clean up?"
Seeing that Zhao Weihong seemed to want to say something, Hu Zhongping quickly made the final decision!
"Okay! Wei Hong!"
"Hurry up and take a nap! Regain your energy so that you can train better!"
Even at this critical moment, Hu Zhongping still wanted to divert Zhao Weihong's attention to training.
"Squad leader, go to sleep."
"I'll go out and run two laps by myself."
"Row!"
After quickly tidying up the bed, Zhao Weihong strode out of the dormitory.
Hu Zhongping saw it all but said nothing.
In his opinion, as long as Zhao Weihong doesn't worry about memorizing the regulations, she can do anything!
Like training?
Good training!
The more he practices, the less time he will have to memorize the rules, and the more relaxed Hu Zhongping will be, right?
I turned over comfortably in bed.
Hu Zhongping had a faint smile on his face and slowly closed his eyes.
Until I walked out of the building and looked at the cramped camp in front of me.
Zhao Weihong realized belatedly that the camp in front of her looked very "high-end."
But when the camp was originally designed, it seems that training was not taken into consideration.
The playground, which is about the size of three basketball courts, can only barely meet the needs of team training.
But if you want to go for a run, it's a bit difficult.
The place was too small and I couldn't move freely. I had to turn a right angle after running a few steps, so I couldn't run faster.
Walking silently to the center of the playground, Zhao Weihong turned around and glanced at the building standing behind him.
The autumnal equinox has passed, and the sun is appearing later and later.
Zhao Weihong looked around and saw that the night had not yet completely faded, covering the buildings in front of her with a layer of light black gauze.
There were only a few scattered lights flickering through the windows, and they looked particularly thin because of the black gauze outside the building.
Seeing this, Zhao Weihong pursed her lips, then moved her lips silently, as if she said something.
But only Zhao Weihong himself knows what he silently recited.
"call"
Exhaling deeply, Zhao Weihong took one last look at the sparse lights, then turned around and began his morning exercises alone in the small training ground.
Zhao Weihong ran very slowly, which was incomparable to his speed during training in the 347th Regiment.
The main reason was that the space was limited. If Zhao Weihong ran a little faster, he would feel dizzy due to the frequent turns and he really couldn't run any faster.
Although the speed was slow, Zhao Weihong was still running firmly.
Every time I pass by the building.
Zhao Weihong always looks up to take a look at the national emblem hanging high on the roof, and the bright national flag fluttering in the wind.
When he first joined the company, Zhao Weihong learned that the patrol force was actually a semi-trained unit.
In fact, Zhao Weihong had already anticipated what he would see and hear after arriving at the First Squadron.
After all, compared with the patrols of grassroots units, the intensity of the three-army patrols will undoubtedly be much higher.
It is normal to have less training time.
But Zhao Weihong never thought of this in her dreams!
Is this due to lack of training time?
This is no training at all!
Although the First Squadron still maintained the respect that soldiers should have for the daily life system, they still knew to get up and assemble when the whistle sounded, and reluctantly went through the morning exercises.
But Zhao Weihong felt that it would be better not to do such morning exercises.
It's just fooling yourself.
"Tap Tap"
The sound of Zhao Weihong's hurried running kept echoing in front of the building.
However, the lights in the building still did not light up completely, and instead a few of them went out.
Seeing this, Zhao Weihong unconsciously quickened his pace. While taking a deep breath, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.
soldier
It shouldn't be like this!
"one two three four!"
Hearing this "earth-shaking" slogan, the sentry standing guard at the door suddenly revealed an expression mixed with three parts of confusion, three parts of bewilderment, and three parts of bewilderment on his face!
Obviously.
He hasn't heard such slogans for a long time!
Along with the resounding slogans, the lights that had been lit up due to the whistle and then turned off after a moment finally lit up!
Countless violent figures flashed in front of the window, and Zhao Weihong even heard the sound of cursing!
"Who?"
"Are you crazy?"
"Can't you let me sleep so early in the morning?"
But soon, all these chaotic sounds disappeared.
Because they recognized that the running figure was not actually one of them.
In other words, he is a soldier who is different from them!
Zhao Weihong!
"One, two, three, four!"
"one two three four!"
The slogans were getting louder and louder, and more and more severe!
This command added an unprecedented excitement to the squadron's camp, and it was also like Zhao Weihong's fierce questioning of these patrols!
As a soldier!
How could you do this?
Even a squadron does not need to prepare for a war that may come at any time.
But as long as you wear this military uniform, you are a soldier, a glorious soldier!
Military training is a natural thing!
If you forget even about training, what kind of soldier are you!
If this group of people are the soldiers under Zhao Weihong.
Then Zhao Weihong will definitely beat them to death, no doubt about it!
But now, Zhao Weihong is just an "ordinary" recruit transferred here for training and has no right to comment on the actions of the First Squadron.
Zhao Weihong did not expect that he could change this group of almost numb military patrols who were incompatible with his impression of soldiers!
But, Zhao Weihong could at least let them take a look.
What a soldier, no, a real soldier should be like!
"one two three four!"
As the first rays of sunshine fell on the earth in the morning, Zhao Weihong's command whistled out again, bringing a little
The living dad is shocked!
"What's going on?"
"Who is shouting slogans outside?"
"What? Are the students undergoing military training passing by the entrance to the camp?"
Accompanied by a complaining murmur.
The instructor of the first squadron opened his eyes with a slightly irritated look.
What came into view was Yang Xiao's figure standing by the window.
Yang Xiao was holding a cigarette in his hand, which was burning rapidly in his mouth.
"What are you doing standing here?"
"What's going on outside?"
Hearing this, Yang Xiao did not answer his question, but continued to stand quietly by the window.
Until the cigarette in your hand is about to burn out.
Yang Xiao then spoke without any context.
“I finally understand.”
The instructor of the first squadron noticed that there was an inexplicable sadness and anger in Yang Xiao's tone.
And his hands were trembling slightly, just like his shocked heart at the moment!
"This kid is not here for training."
"This is really going to increase the strength of our squadron!"
Ask for leave from my brothers.
From today until around the 15th, Dongliu will have a lot of real-life things to deal with.
I will try my best to give you two updates every day, but if I don’t get back until after seven o’clock like today, I can only update once.
After the 15th, I will start to update three times a day and write 10,000 posts a day, and update more frequently to make up for the overdue updates. Please supervise me, brothers!
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