Chapter 136 After four days and two hundred kilometers of training, Yang Qian disappeared?
"Yang Qian, please give us something."
After gathering in the middle of the night, and after the leader's training, each class began to distribute supplies and firearms. In the gloomy and silent night, the four-day, 200-kilometer armed cross-country training of the Steel Gun Company officially kicked off.
Yes, Yang Qian was "lucky" to join this long-distance attack. The Gun Company did not cancel the monthly outdoor training program just because he came here to "see the world."
And the armed training mentioned here is not just as simple as being fully armed.
The Steel Gun Company is a special operations force. The standard weight of each soldier is more than 30 kilograms. In addition to carrying guns, magazines, satchels, water bottles, etc., the backpacks also contain a change of clothes, protective clothing, gas masks, and individual soldiers for outdoor use.
Tents, sleeping bags, mosquito nets, towels and quilts, individual cooking utensils, toiletries, raincoats, sewing kits, waterproof bags, folding washbasins, four days of self-heating food, etc.
If it's not enough for thirty kilograms, then stuff it with bricks...
Yang Qian had tried running with a weight of 20 kilograms before, let alone 5,000 meters. He couldn't even run for 1,000 meters.
Now he actually has to carry a weight of more than 30 kilograms. Although he is just walking in the wild and running for a long distance, Yang Qian's entire waist is bent just by carrying this backpack of more than 30 kilograms.
How could he last two hundred kilometers like this?
After all, Yang Qian is just a weak scholar, he can't really fight ten special forces soldiers!
Fortunately, he has a group of good brothers!
As soon as he received his backpack, before Yang Qian could show any embarrassment, deputy squad leader Peng Jihong walked up to Yang Qian carrying his backpack.
Others were the same, lining up silently. Each person took a few kilograms of supplies from Yang Qian's backpack one by one and stuffed them into his own backpack.
Squad leader Wu Shudong was the last one to come over. He had just gone to the meeting and walked up to Yang Qian. He looked up and down at Yang Qian who was much more relaxed.
Finally, he reached out and took off the magazine clipped on Yang Qian's training uniform. The engineer's shovel hanging under his backpack was hung on his body and backpack.
"You have to carry the gun and kettle on your own. Make final preparations and get ready to go!"
Wu Shudong walked to the front, emphasized the discipline of training, and then the team prepared to set off.
With the brothers silently sharing their burdens, Yang Qian felt a lot more relaxed, but not completely relaxed.
Ordinary people may not be able to endure a two-hundred-kilometer hike without any weight.
But now, the rifle hanging around Yang Qian's neck weighs four kilograms, not including the magazine, not to mention the heavy helmet, training uniform, training boots, water bottle, and empty backpack. He is now wearing
The weight of the load is at least about ten kilograms!
Yang Qian didn't know if he could do it while carrying ten kilograms of stuff for two hundred kilometers...
But these days of military training in the Gun Company had made him forget what it meant to retreat.
Don’t ask if it’s okay, you have to do it even if it’s not okay!
"Set off!"
In the cold night, teams of more than ten people set off one after another and plunged into the vast mountains.
…
From the dark night, the sky turned white.
Yang Qian didn't know how far he had walked, but he estimated that he had walked for three or four hours.
At the pace of seven or eight kilometers per hour that Tong Huashun said, they have already covered the distance of a half marathon.
When Yang Qian started walking, it was quite easy because he was not carrying much weight.
In addition, Tong Huashun was young and quite curious, so he would often ask him questions, and the two of them could talk and laugh for a while.
But there was no need for Wu Shudong to come back to him to emphasize marching discipline. Yang Qian soon did not dare to chat anymore.
Because it’s hard to talk!
He was not as physically fit as Tong Huashun, who could fight back and forth with Peng Jihong, who had a family tradition of kung fu. During a fast long-distance march, chatting could easily disrupt his breathing rhythm and consume even more physical energy.
In order to keep up with this group of special forces who were more like animals than animals, Yang Qian could only close his mouth obediently, grit his teeth, and follow closely.
After walking for so long, Yang Qian felt that his feet were as heavy as lead, and the rifle belt hanging around his neck seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms. It was so heavy that it made his neck very uncomfortable.
The weather is very cold. It's winter, especially in the early morning. There are no high-rise buildings in the suburbs. The mountain wind is biting and cold, as cold as a razor blade. When scraped on a person's face, it hurts like a raw flesh!
But Yang Qian and his comrades did not feel cold at all. Their faces were flushed and their backs were sweating profusely as they marched in a hurry. If they had not been wearing helmets, white heat would have evaporated from their short hair.
The sweat soaked the rifle's belt and kept rubbing his neck. Yang Qian felt that his neck was burning. He could only let go of the backpack bag with both hands and hold the rifle to weaken its friction.
Some.
Of course, Yang Qian is just an ordinary social animal after all, not a special soldier with a body as good as an animal. He has almost reached the limit of his physical fitness after walking for so long with a weight of about ten kilograms on his back.
Tong Huashun, who was responsible for taking care of Yang Qian, saw that he was walking slower and slower and fell behind several times. He still urged himself, so he gritted his teeth and followed him. Judging from the situation, he seemed to be at the end of his efforts, so he quickly walked forward and discussed with the squad leader Wu Shudong.
one time.
"Rest in place for half an hour and have breakfast. Niu Lingjun, Lao Peng, and the three of us take turns to be on guard..."
Wu Shudong asked them to line up and count the number of people, arranged it, and then asked them to sit down and rest.
This saved Yang Qian.
Although he didn't collapse to the ground like he did when he first came after running 5,000 meters, he found a tree root, sat down reluctantly, stretched his legs, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Is it okay?"
Peng Jihong came over. He was also sweating, but his expression was still very resolute, unlike Yang Qian's grinning, painful look.
"It's okay, it's okay, I can leave after taking a rest."
Yang Qian quickly answered in a low voice, even though he felt that the leg was no longer his.
Even when resting in the forest, everyone remained silent or communicated in very low voices.
This is discipline.
Peng Jihong had no intention of comforting him. After nodding, he took out a breakfast bag from his backpack and handed it to Yang Qian.
This originally belonged to Yang Qian, and Peng Jihong just took it over to help carry it.
"Thank you Lao Peng!"
Yang Qian took it gratefully.
In fact, even when marching in the wild, their food is much better than before, especially with self-heating food.
These are similar to the self-heating foods on the market. They are all foods heated and packed in self-heating bags, so that soldiers can eat hot food without lighting a fire in the wild.
Of course, the quality and nutrition of these military foods are better.
Not long after, Yang Qian and his comrades had a delicious and hot beef noodle breakfast.
The flour is sweet potato flour, the meat is real beef, the portion is very generous, and a braised egg is added.
If you really want to compare, these self-heating foods are definitely not as good as the breakfast prepared by the chefs in the canteen, and the taste is also slightly different from the beef noodles sold at the Yangcheng breakfast shop.
But the current conditions are limited, and Yang Qian has been hungry since he walked in the middle of the night. He has something to eat, and he has such a rich and hot breakfast. How can he not be satisfied with this?
"Chiliu, Chiliu."
Yang Qian was sweating profusely after eating, but he felt that compared with the profuse sweating just now, his energy and energy were back, and his tired body was replenished with strength.
So delicious!
Yang Qian feels that this simple food is the best food in the world!
So happy!
Ordinary hiking and simple happiness are things you can’t experience outside!
I can go again!
Yang Qian's eyes shone brightly, feeling that he could fight again!
…
Dai Yuni was very panicked. She had not contacted Yang Qian for several days.
This guy didn't know what he was doing. Suddenly his phone was turned off and he didn't reply to his WeChat messages. Didn't he say that he was in military training in the army and could still use his phone to chat with himself at night?
Not being able to go to Yangcheng to play with him before, Dai Yuni was already tossing and turning in discomfort.
Now that even this pitiful exchange at night has disappeared, Dai Yuni feels as if there is a big stone stuck in her heart, feeling all sorts of uncomfortable.
She wanted to vent, but couldn't find a reason to do so. She was not someone who liked to lose her temper casually.
Moreover, Dai Yuni also knows that Yang Qian is not the kind of boy who likes to disappear. He didn't reply to WeChat messages, so it's definitely not a case of playing hard to get, but there may be something going on and it's not convenient to take out his mobile phone in the army.