Special Years

After crossing the river, everyone's energy collapsed.

No one can run three kilometers in three minutes and return to the teaching team at the time requested by Luo Xiaoming.

This means that it is a foregone conclusion that everyone will continue to be punished.

"Don't run! Going back is late anyway! If you die early and die late, you will die. Take a break!"

One of the privates took off his hat and said in a crying tone, "It's over, it's time to go back to death."

Wang Datong looked sad and strong, and said, "If you die, you will die. What are you afraid of!"

Having said that, he raised his hand and pointed to a small shop on the side of the road, saying, "I am thirsty, let's drink some soda before running. Anyway, it's too much time, so let's get comfortable first!"

Then he shamelessly turned around and asked everyone, "Have everyone brought any money? Gather it together, and each person has a bottle of soda."

God-like brain circuits and god-like emotional transitions make Zhuang Yan laugh, neither is scolding.

Wang Datong's clear thinking mode will never let you guess what he is thinking next.

But there is one thing, Wang Datong is right.

Now, no matter how hard these 12 people work, they will be overtime when they return to the coaching team. This is a fact that cannot be changed.

"I have two dollars here..." A private student took out two one-dollar bills that had been soaked in sweat from his pocket.

"One dollar for a bottle of Coke, we can get it all together." Wang Dazui is a good hand when it comes to dealing with money. "You, do you have it, and you..."

He's the only veteran on the team, and of course, the hapless veteran today.

But the recruits still like to listen to the veterans.

So everyone took out their pockets.

Wang Datong finally collected enough 12 yuan bills, trotted all the way into the small shop with everyone, and dropped twelve "big bills" of one yuan that exuded a strong smell of sweat, when the boss held his nose and counted the money , took a group of recruits out of the shop while drinking.

The cold drink brought a brief enjoyment to these tired soldiers. Everyone put their guns on the side of the road and sat beside the grass to drink cool soda.

"It's really comfortable! This is the best Coke I've ever had in my life." Wang Datong closed his eyes and said intoxicated: "Grandma, if only I could drink a bottle or two of iced Coke like this every day."

All the privates were still intoxicated together at first, and at the end, solemnly said suddenly: "It's comfortable now, but it will be uncomfortable to go back. Lao Qi is not a vegetarian. If we don't die when we go back, we will be honored by God."

Hearing what he said, everyone fell from the intoxicated cloud back to the ground of reality, and they were all dumbfounded.

"Car! There is a car!"

Suddenly, someone screamed.

Everyone looked in the direction of the screaming student's fingers.

Sure enough, a blue domestic four-wheeled simple agricultural pickup truck suddenly appeared in the field of vision.

This is the cement road to Bailongguan. There are many local fruit farmers around the camp of the 1st Division. They transport fertilizers or carry fruit. They use this kind of cheap but durable and extremely comfortable agricultural vehicles.

Zhuang Yan quickly asked Yan Zheng, "How much time is left!?"

Yan Zheng glanced at the electronic watch: "Two minutes!"

Zhuang Yan stood up with a sudden rush, holding the gun and chasing towards the agricultural vehicle.

"Fellow! Fellow! Stop for a while! Take a section, take a section!"

Although everyone did not clarify their solemn intentions at once, the herd effect played a role, and they all followed.

Wang Dazui caught up with Zhuang Yan and said, "Do you want to go back by car, kid?"

Zhuang Yan ignored him and continued to shout, "Fellow! Fellow! Stop!"

There was a man in his 40s sitting in the body of the agricultural vehicle. When he saw a group of soldiers with Type 81-1 active rifles, carrying bullet belts and wearing camouflage uniforms chasing him, he was really startled.

Hearing the solemn words, the fellow really tapped the cab with his hand and said something to the driver inside.

The car screeched to a stop.

Zhuang Yan ran to the back of the carriage deck, raised his head and looked at the middle-aged fruit farmer: "Fellow, can you take us a little while? Where are you going? Did you pass by the artillery camp?"

Due to the urgency, the solemn asked questions like a barrage of cannons.

Time is running out, only two minutes.

"I'm going to Huaguangtai," said the fruit farmer.

Huaguangtai?

This is another attraction in the direction of Bailongguan.

Zhuang Yan was instantly overjoyed, which meant that he passed the artillery camp.

Now, as long as you take the car back to the artillery camp, get off the car and run back to the teaching team from the intersection outside the artillery camp area, which is only three or four hundred meters away.

Maybe two minutes isn't enough, but at least not too much.

Majestic and even a little whimsical vision, maybe his mother's serious electronic watch is not allowed!

As long as half a minute away, maybe everyone can be rescued.

"Boss, can you drive the fastest? Let's hurry!" He got into the car and solemnly urged fellow fruit farmers, "Just help."

The middle-aged fruit farmer knocked on the cab with a smile and said loudly, "These soldiers are in a hurry, drive them faster!"

The agricultural vehicle is certainly not a traffic jam, but once it runs, it is very fast.

The driver kicked the accelerator to the bottom, and a large cloud of black smoke gushed out from the rear of the exhaust pipe. The car seemed to fall apart and rushed forward.

"Are you from the teaching team?" The middle-aged fruit farmer looked at Zhuang Yan and the others, and asked in a little secret.

Zhuang Yan was very surprised, how did this middle-aged fruit farmer see at a glance that these people were teaching the brigade?

"Fellow fellow, you are truly amazing!" said Zhuang Yan, "how did you know?"

The middle-aged fruit farmer let out a "cough" and said with a look of disapproval: "I have lived here for decades, and started to contract orchards at Huaguang Terrace more than ten years ago. I have seen none of the students from the teaching team over the years. There are thousands of thousands, you guys, it's so easy to recognize. There is a saying around here that the soldiers of the 1st Division's teaching team have the most ragged clothes and the darkest people; the soldiers of the reconnaissance company have the most facial injuries, so it's easy to recognize you. !"

The conversation changed, and he said again: "You were fined by the squad leader to run away, right?"

Zhuang Yan was suddenly shocked and said in surprise: "Fellow, you are so amazing, how did you know that we were punished by the monitor?!"

The middle-aged fruit farmer laughed: "The soldiers of the teaching team~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I have a five-kilometer cross-country in the morning and evening. I don't know how many times I have encountered it, but there is a rule. If you run in the same organization, at least Dozens of people together, if it is a dozen, or a few scattered stars, then you will definitely be punished. Is this not easy to see? Speaking of which, it is not easy for you to be a soldier. I am quite I admire you, it's more difficult than we plant fruit trees, but I'm too old, or if I'm more than 20 years younger, I'll learn from you and become a soldier!"

The 12 preemptive squad leaders were stunned by the meticulous analysis of the middle-aged fruit farmer.

Unexpectedly, the people around here have become refined.

The simple agricultural vehicle really lived up to the public's expectations, and soon reached the intersection of the artillery camp.

After getting out of the car, he solemnly asked Yan Zheng, "How much time is left?"

"late……"

Yan Zheng looked at his watch, and his heart was half cold.

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