In Taiyuan, Shanxi Province, the Qinghetan training ground, which is usually filled with the sound of gunfire and slogans, was actually silent. Only the scorching sun in August shone brightly on the land as usual.
It was still pouring rain in the morning, but now there is not even a trace of clouds. The few willow trees by the river beach seem to be shy under the hot sun, hanging down the willow branches that usually flutter in the wind, and even the cicadas' cries have become dull.
Becoming listless.
At this time, in the center of the playground, eight fully armed soldiers were lined up in a row, standing upright, letting what felt like the harsh sunlight shine on their upright bodies.
Drops of sweat continued to flow down from everyone's forehead and neck, soaking their clothes. Occasionally, a drop of sweat fell on the already hot ground, and in just an instant it turned into a mass of water that was not easy to detect.
There is no trace of the steam.
Most of these soldiers were around 20 years old, but there was a short, fat man in his 30s who stood out a little bit among the team.
There are white sweat stains on the shoulders and collars of these soldiers. It seems that they have been standing under the scorching sun for a long time, but no one swayed at all, and no one complained. They all looked straight ahead, like 8
A wooden pile with roots deep into the ground.
At this time, two people carrying buckets came over from a distance. The first one was Old Uncle Wu, the logistics manager of the mercenary regiment. Old Uncle Wu walked up to these soldiers, put down the carrying pole, wiped the sweat with the towel on his neck and said:
"It's time, everyone, come over and drink some salt water."
At this time, the short and fat man in the team gave the command.
"Everyone is here, stand at attention... take a break and rest where you are."
"Oh my God! I finally got over it." A tall and thin young man shouted and sat down on the ground, took off his helmet and gasped for air.
There was also a stocky young man sitting next to him and asked softly: "Brother Zuo, can we practice shooting after the recruit training is over?"
At this time, a thin soldier lay down directly on the ground, not afraid of the heat on the ground, but said in his mouth: "Yes, we practice aiming and gun cleaning every day, and now my gun is all wiped
The flowers are here, so it’s time to take a few shots to enjoy them.”
Old Uncle Wu looked at the group of soldiers with fondness and said, "Get up and drink water quickly. The scholar has said that the first thing to do after extreme training is to replenish water and salt."
The thin soldier smiled and said: "Old Uncle Wu, please let me rest for a while. My feet are already numb from standing."
At this time, the short and fat man strode up and shouted: "Get up and drink water quickly. Uncle Wu usually loves you, but he has made you more capable."
When several people heard this, they quickly got up and walked to the bucket to drink water.
Old Uncle Wu smiled and said to the man: "Master Zhao, it's really difficult for them to stand for four hours on this hot day. Besides, I've seen a lot of training for new recruits. They were those little bastards in the first team back then.
Zhuang was only at this level when he was training. You Wudang disciples are all good boys."
It turned out that it was already two months after Zhou Wen returned to Shanxi. This man was Zhao Xiaojin, the contemporary leader of the Wudang Dragon Sect. After talking with Zhou Wen and Zhang Xiaoping on the train, Zhao Xiaojin decided to lead the Wudang Dragon Sect to join Zhou Wen's group.
Mercenary group.
He was also a decisive person. After discussing with Zhou Wen, he was planning to get off the bus and return to Wudang Mountain to recruit people to Shanxi.
Zhou Wen of course applauded with both hands, and specially sent Zhang Xiaoping to accompany Zhao Xiaojin back with a few blank approval documents from the Central Party Committee to facilitate transportation and customs clearance. By the way, Zhang Xiaoping, the direct descendant of the Longmen Sect, was also asked to go to the mountain gate to pay tribute to the ancestors of all generations.
Put up incense sticks to recognize your ancestors and return to your clan.
Less than a month after Zhou Wen returned to Shanxi, Zhang Xiaoping rushed to Taiyuan with more than a dozen Longmen disciples starting from Zhao Xiaojin. Zhao Xiaojin even brought his wife and newborn son with him. Zhou Wen was of course overjoyed. This senior brother was a
Shuangliren simply means that the whole family comes to vote, so of course we can’t treat him badly.
Zhao Xiaojin's wife, children, and the family members of several other disciples were all sent to Lishi by car to settle down. Father Zhou Wen would arrange everything properly, but there were several disciples over thirty-five who had not entered the Qi Jinjing.
It would be perfect for them to join the army, but these people have learned the true medical skills of the Longmen School, so they are naturally arranged to work as doctors in Meili Hospital. At the same time, they can also learn some knowledge of Western medicine and surgery from several American doctors, and they will all be military doctors in field hospitals in the future.
There were a total of eight people left including Zhao Xiaojin, and Zhou Wen spent a month training them as new recruits.
Some people may ask, the general training for recruits lasts from three months to half a year, why do these Wudang disciples only spend one month?
This has to be said for two reasons. One is that except for Zhao Xiaojin's other seven disciples, their martial arts realm has reached the middle stage of Qi Sheng Jin or above, and their physical foundation and comprehension ability are quite strong.
Disciples from such a famous sect have all been trained systematically by the sect for more than ten years. They are good at martial arts and literary skills. Their overall quality is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Even their physical fitness is better than that of the brothers from Dawangzhuang.
They are all much taller.
General military tactical movements can be learned once taught and practiced once practiced. The so-called drumming does not require heavy hammers, so naturally there is no need to waste time. The main purpose of training is to let them form conditioned reflexes in terms of discipline and obedience to commands.
Another reason is that these disciples have lived in the sect since they were young. They have a strong sense of attachment to the sect and will consciously abide by the rules of the sect, which leads to their discipline and obedience far exceeding that of others.
Therefore, these fellow disciples are simply treasures to Zhou Wen.
As soon as these disciples arrived, Zhou Wen immediately took them to train them personally the next day.
Everyone in the mercenary group was surprised by this. How could the scholar personally serve as an instructor to train new recruits in the past few years? Even the old brothers in the first team were disgusted by this behavior. Did the scholar forget about the old ones when he got new ones?
, and even pushed Xu Dacheng, a tough guy, out to test, but was kicked back by Zhou Wen.
The brothers of the first team have been invincible in recent years. They have never had any opponents, so they naturally have a bit of arrogance. In addition, the first team has never had suitable fresh blood to join, which leads to the lack of internal competition mechanism, and there are few
I have some crisis awareness, especially I am not very attentive to cultural classes and newly added training subjects such as demolition and battlefield first aid.
Now Zhou Wen wants to use the joining of Wudang disciples to show those old brothers. If they don't use their brains to learn more skills, they will be surpassed by the new Wudang disciples sooner or later. Then let's see where you put your old faces?