Special Years

The arrangement was like this, and the room immediately filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Most of the recruits were shocked, and they also had the mentality of watching the excitement.

Zhuang Yan is the kind of recruit who wants to watch the fun.

He was the kind of person who couldn't be idle, so he was completely depressed during this time.

The strict hierarchical system of the army made him feel enormous pressure. Various rules and regulations oppressed his restless nerves all the time, just like the reason why he should stand at attention and call "the chief is good" when he sees a person wearing a military rank. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I got up too quickly and hit the upper bunk beam.

He himself did not dare to disobey the order, but at first he was very happy to see someone contradicting Deadham.

This kind of careful thinking is like a guy who lives very badly suddenly sees someone challenging a certain authority. He is calm on the surface, but secretly happy in his heart.

Dedeham moved out of the troop's rule - a soldier's leave must be certified by the health center above the battalion.

Of course, for Cheng Hao, the old soldier who broke the pot, he doesn't care about the rules anymore.

"I'm not going! I'm sick, I'm uncomfortable, I can't have a fuck."

He started playing rascals.

"You have to be a soldier for a day, and you have to train for a day. This is the rule!"

"I'm a top military man. I don't need training to be better than anyone in Lian. If you don't believe me, ask them, who would dare to compete with me in the military?"

Military quality has become the last trump card in Cheng Hao's hand.

With a finger, he drew a circle in the air, and his fingertips swept over each squad leader.

This is a bit offended.

But Cheng Hao didn't care anymore. Anyway, there was only one year left. He was driven back from the teaching brigade.

Every veteran in the audience turned ugly.

There is an old saying in this kind of field army - whoever is a hero is a good-looking one, look at it on the training ground!

Military quality is indeed an absolutely arrogant right to speak.

No one stood up to challenge Cheng Hao.

Cheng Hao raised the corners of his mouth proudly.

Although he left the company for more than a year, the squad leaders who were present at the time were all well-informed, and many of them were soldiers he had brought back then.

Among all the six squad leaders in the second row, no matter the officer or deputy, only one Yin Xiancong graduated from the teaching team at the same time as himself, and only Yin Xiancong might be able to fight against him.

Everyone who has been in the army knows what the teaching team is. It is where the elites of the entire army gather, and there is no way to stay there without a little pee.

Cheng Hao can be taught to stay in the team as the coach and monitor, naturally he has a few brushes in his hand, and even Yin Xiancong can't beat him.

Everyone's eyes turned back to Deadham.

As the leader of the platoon, his authority was thoroughly challenged.

The soldiers of the field army are very wild, and there is an unspoken tradition. If you want to control your soldiers, the most direct way is to shock them on the training ground.

In such an elite field army, no one admires the rhetorical embroidered pillows, all they see are the real abilities.

Dai Dehan can completely hand over the problem to the company branch tonight, but in that case, even if Cheng Hao is dealt with or dismissed, it will not benefit him at all.

It was rumored that Dedeham had become a sloppy officer who had no ability and could only rely on his position to suppress the soldiers.

Just when everyone thought that Dadeham would be furious and immediately let the company commander be informed, the little officer suddenly grinned.

This smile made everyone puzzled.

Dai Dehan asked: "Cheng Hao, do you think your military is very good?"

Cheng Hao smiled proudly and said, "Of course it is, is there any need to ask?"

"Okay!" Dedhan waved his hand, then used an index finger to poke Cheng Hao in the air, and clicked twice: "See you at the training ground tomorrow morning, you can choose your subjects, except for shooting I can't get the bullets, you can do the rest. Love is better than anything."

Having said this, he paused and said, "If you win any of my items, I will never see you pressing the bed in the future; if you lose..."

Having said that, he grinned slyly again.

"If you lose, from now on, you will train me honestly, don't think you're awesome in front of me!"

Immediately, there were dense whispers in the row room.

Because shooting requires the use of guns and ammunition, of course, professional subjects cannot compete.

any item.

That is to say, any subject other than shooting, such as five-kilometer cross-country, four-hundred-meter obstacle, bombing, tactics, assassination, equipment gymnastics...

Cheng Hao can choose his strongest player to compete in any of them.

Dai Dehan joined the company after graduating from the Luyuan Academy last year. After coming here, it coincided with the training of backbone officers in the division, so he went to the division headquarters for three months of training. After returning to the company, the veterans had already entered the retirement stage, so there was no one at all. Have seen the military qualities of Deadham.

But Cheng Hao's military level is clear to every veteran in the company.

Generally speaking, the coach and squad leader of the teaching brigade already represents the highest level of training among soldiers, especially in common subjects, which are extremely demanding.

Some newly graduated officers may not have the military qualities of these elite veterans.

But Cheng Hao was frightened by Dadehan.

He couldn't see where Deadham's confidence came from.

At least from the outside, Dedeham is only 1.68 meters tall. This kind of height is called "third-class disabled" in local terms, and it is not a few centimeters higher than the army's minimum recruiting height standard.

Just such a short man, dare to challenge yourself?

Cheng Hao has always regarded himself very highly.

This time, his fighting spirit was even more ignited.

After returning to the company for more than two months, he was already depressed enough.

Maybe it's a psychological effect. No matter what Cheng Hao does, he feels that everyone is looking at him with tinted glasses. Even if he is polite on the surface, he must be talking quietly behind his back when he turns around.

He needs to vent.

This is a good opportunity.

"Okay! I promise you! Let's see you at the training ground tomorrow morning!"

Yin Xiancong wanted to dissuade Dedeham, but before he could speak, Dedeham had already waved his hand, as if he had settled on a stable and profitable business.

"Okay, please go to bed earlier tonight, so as not to make excuses for losing tomorrow!"

At this point, the smell of gunpowder in the row house finally dissipated.

However, all the soldiers had no intention of meeting, and wished that the sky would light up immediately after a swipe.

Daedhan continued to organize the platoon meeting like a normal person. It was nothing more than talking about the organization of recruit competitions in the battalion of the regiment, and asked everyone to work harder to grab the excellent recruit platoons and the company's pennants back to the company for their own company. Fight for glory.

The rectal Niu Dali was quickly stirred up, and people began to get excited again.

When he was speaking, the cow who couldn't hold a fart for a long time vigorously searched and scraped his stomach and suddenly popped up a classic slogan: "The platoon leader is right! As long as you can't practice to death, practice to death!"

When he said this, the solemn expression on the opposite side changed.

Nima, are you still practicing to death?

With this training intensity now, I feel that the world is the end of the world, so why don't you just practice until you die!

"Isn't this a murder..."

He couldn't help muttering to himself.

Unexpectedly, in addition to being physically strong, Niu Dali also has good hearing.

"Majestic, what did you say!?"

"No..." Zhuang Yan's scalp immediately felt numb. He knew that his uncontrollable stinky mouth had caused him trouble again.