My liver skills in the military camp

The squad leader followed Ye Fei's line of sight and looked at the big iron pole in his hand. It took him a while to react and nodded desperately.

"That's right! Platoon leader! This is a training tool for tank driving."

"I borrowed this from the tank company next door. Our company is a mechanized infantry company and we don't have anything like this!"

Hearing this, Ye Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and signaled to the squad leader that it was time to start.

The squad leader ordered the pile of poles to be inserted into a training chair specially designed for simulating tank driving, and the teaching began.

"Platoon commander, look at me."

"These two poles represent the left and right tracks. Pushing forward means moving forward, and pushing backward means reversing."

"The simulated pedals under your feet, from left to right, are the clutch, brake, and accelerator, which are similar to those of an ordinary car."

"This is the hand throttle. It is used to control the minimum speed of the tank. Move the fuel forward and refuel backward."

As he said that, the squad leader looked up at Ye Fei and asked Ye Fei if he understood.

Seeing this, Ye Fei nodded and signaled the squad leader to continue.

The squad leader pulled the lever and continued teaching.

"Platoon leader, there are two main difficulties in driving a tank."

"One is turning, and the other is changing gears."

"The two poles that control the track must cooperate with each other when turning."

"You want to turn that way, you have to pull the joystick in the opposite direction."

With that said, the squad leader clicked the lever and gave Ye Fei a demonstration.

"The greater the pull! The slower the track here is, the greater the speed difference between the tracks on both sides, and the smaller the circle the tank draws when turning. This is called separation steering. When the speed reaches more than 40 miles, it will Gotta use this.”

"If one side of the track stops completely, the turning radius is the distance between the tracks on both sides. This thing is called brake steering, and it is used under 40 miles."

"If one side of the track moves at a constant speed in the opposite direction, the tank can turn around on the spot. You see those tanks drifting and so on, this is how they operate."

"The difficulty is this. The two poles cooperate with each other to determine how to turn and how much to turn according to the road conditions. This thing is also the most tested in the tank driving assessment. They are all S turns, so just turn!"

"Come on, platoon leader, let me tell you more about changing gears."

As he said that, the squad leader gritted his teeth and pushed the lever of the simulated gearbox, looking at the posture with great force.

Ye Fei saw this and asked quickly.

"Squad leader, let me see how you are doing this. Is it difficult to shift gears?"

Upon hearing this, the squad leader loosened the lever of the gearbox and signaled Ye Fei to push it for himself.

Ye Fei stepped forward and pushed hard with his hand!

No push.

Damn it?

Ye Fei was mentally prepared this time, increased his strength with one hand, and then completed a gear change.

After the test, Ye Fei turned his head and asked the squad leader in surprise.

"Squad leader, is this a complete simulation of the power of a real tank?"

Ye Fei made a rough estimate and found that if he wanted to pull this thing, it would require a strength of fifty or sixty kilograms.

Then why don’t all tank drivers have to have unicorn arms?

Upon hearing this, the squad leader nodded, shook his head, and explained to Ye Fei.

"Platoon leader, this thing is a one-to-one replica of our previous tank."

"There was no hydraulic boost at that time, and the new recruits in the tank company never practiced push-ups. A few driving simulations here are more effective than any upper body strength training."

"It's different now. We have hydraulic boost on the 96g, so we don't need so much strength."

“But the equipment has been changed, but the training equipment has not.

"You can keep this thing for physical training and so on, so I haven't replaced it with a new one."

Upon hearing this, Ye Fei rolled his eyes and thought to himself, if everyone else said that the Army was poor, look what they would do to their children!

They have all replaced third-generation tanks! I also use the second-generation simulated driving chair for training!

Amid the awkward smile of the monitor, the teaching continued.

In one morning, Ye Fei had learned the technical actions of starting the tank, shifting gears, refueling, braking and steering.

And he performed quite skillfully, pushing and pulling various poles. Looking from a distance, those who didn't know better thought that Ye Fei was driving an excavator here.

Ye Fei also took advantage of the opportunity to unlock a large skill type and a small skill in its branch.

[Crawler vehicle driving: pull-bar tank driving]

See the system prompts, which proves that training through a simulated driving chair can indeed improve the proficiency of tank driving skills.

Seeing this, Ye Fei was immediately motivated. After lunch, he came to the training ground again and continued training.

Originally, the squad leader wanted to accompany him, but Ye Fei pushed him back.

No matter how enthusiastic the squad leader was, Ye Fei knew in his heart that he was just being polite.

Not long after we met, it was already very valuable to be able to explain some armored vehicle driving skills to Ye Fei.

If we let people take rest time again, it will not be a problem that a big su can solve.

At least two!

Along with the chirping of cicadas in summer, Ye Fei conducted simulation training without saying a word.

On the huge training ground, the only sound was the "click, click, click" sound made by Ye Fei when he pushed the bar.

Ye Fei, who was immersed in training, didn't notice that at some point, a group of officers from the Publicity Department appeared next to him, taking pictures of him with cameras.

And further away, standing by the window, looking here.

The leader of the Tiger Regiment, Zhang Tianping.

Unlike Ye Fei, Zhang Tianping has never left the ranks of the 112th Division since he joined the army, was promoted, and became the commander of the regiment today.

But there is one thing that Zhang Tianping thinks he has some similarities with Ye Fei.

That is the energy to train without risking your life.

In fact, Zhang Tianping was a very dull soldier at the beginning.

His physical coordination was also not very good. When he was assigned to the tank battalion, he was often punished for training.

Zhang Tianping even slept on the simulated training chair that Ye Fei was sitting on at night.

When he woke up early the next morning, Zhang Tianping, who was covered in mosquito bites, had no red eyes and continued to train with his sore arms.

Such high-intensity training caused Zhang Tianping's palms to be worn out, but he still continued to train as if he refused to admit defeat. At the training ground, he was the first to come, the last to leave, and the hardest to practice every day.

Three months later, Zhang Tianping became the only tank driver among the entire regiment's private soldiers.

Others thought Zhang Tianping was working so hard to stay in the army and develop well.

Only Zhang Tianping himself knew that he just didn't want the retired squad leader to call him a coward anymore.

The thought of not wanting to become a coward has supported Zhang Tianping until now.

Looking at Ye Fei training hard in the distance, no one knew what Zhang Tianping was thinking.

"I should also have a first-class meritorious one."

After muttering something inexplicably, Zhang Tianping picked up the phone and said in a flattering tone.

"Teacher! What are you doing!"

"It's nothing! I just miss you and have a chat with you!"

"Oh, sir, don't worry, don't worry, can't you do what I say?"

"Something's really going on!"

"Commander, in the next few days, our division will compete in martial arts. If someone in our regiment can break the army record or something, do you think this first-class merit can be considered?"

On the other end of the phone, the commander of the 112th Division heard this and cursed angrily.

"Do you need me to give you a special merit?"

"Return it to him? It breaks the entire army's record. Is there anyone in your Tigers who is like this?"

"How come I don't know?"

Zhang Tianping didn't get angry even after being scolded by the teacher. As the saying goes, beating means kissing and scolding, but not scolding means harm. If the teacher scolds me, Lao Zhang, doesn't it prove that we, Lao Zhang, are a figure in the teacher's heart?

With this idea in mind, Zhang Tianping continued to stalk the division commander. Finally, he got really tired of it and asked the military department for instructions. Zhang Tianping then hung up the phone with satisfaction.

In the division headquarters, the commander of the 112th Division hung up the phone and said angrily to the chief of staff next to him.

"This Zhang Tianping is here to ask me for credit!"

"During the martial arts competition, if someone from our group breaks the entire army's record, can I consider giving him first-class merit?"

"Something's wrong, there's something wrong with this kid!"

Before the chief of staff could reply, the commander of the 112th Division reacted immediately.

Zhang Tianping is a kid who shows courtesy for nothing and is either a traitor or a thief!

"Go and check their regiment for me. Someone has appeared recently who dares to talk to me about the records of the entire army!"

"yes!"

Upon hearing this, the correspondent immediately went out to inquire about the news.

Half an hour later, the correspondent took a personnel file and placed it in front of the division commander.

In the photo, the young man with two rows of white teeth and a very clear smile could be anyone but Ye Fei.

When the teacher saw this, he immediately realized that he had fallen into a trap!

Isn't this the boy the old company commander greeted!

Damn it, Zhang Tianping, the plot is on me, right?

Wait for me! Don't think that I can't cure you if you are transferred away!

As soon as the scene changed, Ye Fei finally ended the simulation training, picked up the steering column, and walked hard towards the dormitory.

Despite the system's assistance, Ye Fei was extremely fast regardless of his skills.

But during the training process, the physical fatigue and soreness are real.

Moreover, Ye Fei himself strives for excellence and is willing to sacrifice his life in training, so training in various skills can be said to be a rapid improvement.

But sometimes, Ye Fei himself was a little doubtful. If it weren't for the existence of the system, even if his whole body was full of liver, he probably wouldn't be able to persist in such high-intensity training for long.

At this time, Ye Fei still had the leisure and physical strength to do another ten kilometers of reloading in a comfortable and relaxing way.

And he did intend to do so.

Ten minutes later, Ye Fei put on all kinds of equipment neatly, said "train well" to everyone in the row who was about to organize physical training, and then strode onto the track to start restorative training.

Now that the competition is about to begin, Ye Fei has just returned to the grassroots army.

In the one-year trainee career that Hitachi pointed out, Ye Fei had not really trained very deliberately in terms of physical fitness, and he urgently needed to find his condition.

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