Chapter 127 A rookie who has been disciplined must not be looked down upon! (3/3 ask for a monthly ticket)
"Whirring whirring……"
Yang Qian was very happy when he heard Platoon Leader Zou say that they were a reconnaissance company awarded the title of Heroic Company.
Because he felt that during his military training, he could actually encounter a troop with great achievements and full of heroes, which really fulfilled his super fantasy of "I want to become a special forces soldier."
Which boy who wants to be a hero has not imagined himself as a special soldier, killing enemies with a knife in a majestic manner?
In fact, the Gun Company is indeed a special operations force!
Although it is somewhat different from the most mysterious and elite special forces brigade of the Guangdong Military Region, the Steel Gun Company also engages in reconnaissance missions. The daily training intensity of special missions is also much higher than that of ordinary troops.
But for Yang Qian, who just came to experience it, it didn't seem like a good thing to encounter such a high-intensity training force.
For example, now, what Yang Qian imagined, or the formation, stepping, and goose steps that he practiced during military training, have not appeared.
As soon as squad leader Wu came up, he asked him to run five laps on the playground.
Is five laps too much?
The problem is that their playground is not an ordinary 400-meter standard plastic playground.
This is like a dusty playground at a construction site. Visually, one lap should be about one thousand meters. After running five laps, it will be five kilometers!
Do you have to run five kilometers as soon as you start?
But squad leader Wu told Yang Qian that this was not an insult to him. Most of their morning homework started with a five-kilometer run.
Therefore, Yang Qian has no reason to say he won’t do it, or that he won’t be able to finish it.
Without thinking, Yang Qian turned around and started running on the gravel and dusty playground.
Fortunately, during this period, in order to practice weak mixing well, he has started running every day, and the breathing and exhalation skills he learned from the system seem to be useful not only for singing, but also for running.
It is beneficial.
But the good times didn't last long. When Yang Qian slowly ran around in a circle, squad leader Wu glared at him and yelled angrily:
"Running so slowly, did you not eat in the morning?"
"Run faster, run faster! Bang, bang, bang! (Following the sound of rapid clapping)"
"Twenty minutes, four laps left, if we don't finish in 20 minutes, you'll have to watch us eat lunch!"
There are four kilometers left in the 20-minute run. If Yang Qian runs slowly, he might not be able to finish the run!
After all, he is not a professional long-distance runner, not even an amateur runner.
Yang Qian can only be regarded as an ordinary boy with a fairly good physical fitness. After all, he does not stay in the office every day and pamper himself.
But his running training had only started not long ago. Without persistence in long-distance running training for a year and a half, it would be difficult to say that there was any improvement in physical fitness - before this, it was at best the adjustment of the original body functions, not an improvement.
So, for an ordinary Xiao Cai Nian, how difficult would it be to get him to change his most comfortable rhythm to run?
Yang Qian was forced to speed up his pace, and his breathing rhythm also changed accordingly.
It can't even be called a rhythm. His breathing has become messy and irregular.
"no!"
After running more than 400 meters, Yang Qian felt tired and his breathing became hot.
This can't go on like this!
I want to find my own rhythm again.
Yang Qian slowed down slightly, adjusted his breathing, adjusted the frequency according to the rhythm of his previous breathing method, and then slowly increased his pace.
You can breathe a little shorter, but the frequency must be correct!
"Why is it slowing down again?"
"Can't run anymore?"
"You can't sustain this amount of training and still want to join the Steel Gun Company?"
"You can quit at any time if you can't stand it anymore. No one will force you to run away with a gun..."
Squad leader Wu walked to the middle of the playground, speaking Mandarin with a thick Henan accent, and shouted loudly.
But when it reached Yang Qian's ears from afar, the feeling was like the sound of buzzing mosquitoes, which he couldn't drive away.
So annoying!
Yang Qian decided to ignore him and ran around for two laps.
Three kilometers away, two kilometers left...
It looked like victory was in sight, but when Yang Qian thought about the two long laps left, he began to feel a little desperate.
Now he is not running as vigorously as he was at the beginning.
Even if the breathing rhythm is adjusted, there is no improvement in the rapid loss of physical energy caused by the increase in speed.
He now feels very tired, very tired, and his steps are as erratic as stepping on clouds.
Normally, he would have to stop to rest and torment himself to death.
But the squad leader Wu next to him who looked down on him was still staring at him, and Yang Qian didn't want to give up!
"Are you slow again? There are only eight minutes left. At your speed, do you still want to eat?"
"Hurry up!"
Wu Shudong is obviously a real man with a Chinese character face and masculine facial features. Why does his words make people feel so cheap and annoying?
How is it possible that there are only eight minutes left?
Yang Qian remembered that he was obviously running very fast, and it probably took him less than ten minutes to get down two kilometers!
Believe it or not, you are a ghost!
Yang Qian ignored him, gritted his teeth and continued to run at his own pace.
It was because of his stimulation that Yang Qian felt like he was running a little more vigorously.
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When Yang Qian was running in the middle of the fourth lap, four soldiers also wearing camouflage training uniforms were sitting there on the steps of the playground. They were talking about Yang Qian who was struggling to move forward.
"It shouldn't work, right?"
"Looking at it like this, Wenwen is so weak that he can run more than three laps, which is already beyond my expectation."
"Old Wu, it's true that when a singer comes here to experience life, you ask him to run five thousand meters as soon as he comes."
"What's wrong with the five thousand meters? Isn't this the minimum training standard? And Lao Wu didn't put any weight on him. We ran five thousand meters with twenty kilograms of weight twice a day and didn't say anything. He was empty. Five thousand
If you can't even run down, why do you still have the nerve to come to our steel gun company for training?"
"When you first came to the army, you were able to run 5,000 meters with a heavy load? Didn't this come from training? And I'm not afraid that since he has never run such a fast 5,000 meters, something will happen if he starts practicing like this?"
"Don't make any noise, just watch. Why are you making such a fuss? How about someone go down and train Lao Wu for him?"
As soon as this hoarse voice spoke, no one wanted to say anything.
It’s not that I can’t train Yang Qian, it’s mainly because I find it troublesome.
It's finally a day off today. Some people went to the library to read, and some were lying in the dormitory playing with their mobile phones and chatting with their girlfriends. However, they didn't have girlfriends and couldn't go out. That's why they were so bored and came to watch the monitor train this outsider who was said to be a singer.
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But if they were asked to sacrifice their vacation time to train Yang Qian, they would definitely not be happy.
Just watch it from a distance!
…
Yang Qian was walking hard and breathing disorderly after running four laps and started running the fifth lap.
Wu Shudong said nothing more.
The four soldiers on the outside didn't murmur anymore.
Wu Shudong is very surprised that Yang Qian can persist until now. His impression of him cannot be said to have completely changed, but it is not like it was at the beginning - looking down on him and despising him.
This unknown singer is indeed an ordinary person with good physical fitness level.
But he doesn't have much of the feminine temperament of a young man that everyone dislikes.
Of course, whether he is a man or not depends on whether he can persist in finishing the race!
Wu Shudong no longer cares about how much time is left on the stopwatch in his hand. Although he can't run for 20 minutes and still has no food to eat, why should a real man care about whether he has food to eat? The key is whether he has seeds or not!
Yang Qian didn't know what Squad Leader Wu was thinking or that he was being watched.
Now, he has no extra energy to think about anything else. He can only focus on moving his legs as if they were filled with lead, gritting his teeth and running forward bit by bit on this hopelessly long track.
The rhythm of breathing was disrupted hundreds of meters ago and cannot be adjusted.
He felt as if every breath he took was oxygenating the fire in his chest, and the cold air could not cover up the burning feeling coming from his respiratory tract.
By the last lap, it was basically a battle of willpower. More and more thoughts of giving up appeared in his mind more and more strongly.
But fortunately, his willpower is still slightly better for the time being.
Yang Qian didn't want others to look down on him.
Even if you are a soldier, you should be a very good soldier and cannot be a deserter!
I can still run!
He didn't know how long he had been running. Yang Qian was still running mechanically when the annoying sound finally appeared in his ears again.
"Okay, okay, after running five thousand meters, do you want to continue running?"
Finished the run?
Yang Qian raised his head in confusion and realized that he had already run a long distance from the starting line.
But when I finished the run, I didn’t feel relieved. Instead, I felt my throat was dry, my whole body felt limp, and I felt an overwhelming feeling coming from my stomach.
"Well……"
Yang Qian bent over, holding his rickety knees with both hands, vomiting until his eyes were black, spitting so much saliva that it dragged on his lips for a long time, and he was retching even after he vomited.
But even if he vomited, no one came to comfort him, and no one came to help him, as if no one was worried that he would lose his balance and fall.
Isn't this unreasonable? Although the soldiers in the army are not that weak, they still have comradeship, right?
Why is this squad leader Wu so heartless?
After Yang Qian slowly regained his composure, he slowly straightened up and took a breath of fresh air.
Something that seemed to be cylindrical stretched out and touched his arm.