Chapter 5: Run another twenty miles for little sweetie
This training camp named "The 22nd Training Base of the General Participation and Religious Affairs Bureau" is located deep in the Gaoligong Mountains in the southern part of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, in the western fault block zone of the Hengduan Mountains, where the Indian Plate and the Eurasian Plate collide and subduct.
In the suture zone.
Compared with the rolling hills and endless mountains in my hometown of Aoyama, the mountains here appear more majestic and towering. The mountains have steep slopes and deep cuts, with a vertical height difference of more than 4,000 meters, forming an extremely spectacular landscape.
Vertical natural landscape and three-dimensional climate. Above us are the snow-capped peaks shrouded in clouds and mist, and the chill is overwhelming. We are surrounded by gentle forests and grasslands. Looking across the mountains into the valley, the sun is scorching all year round.
This is the origin of the famous slang "one mountain has four seasons, and ten miles have different weather". The variability of climatic conditions was also the consideration of the superiors at that time when they chose to establish a training base here.
The 22nd base is located in a sloping valley filled with birds and flowers. It is deserted for thirty miles. Only the huge roots of arbor trees, large woody vines, wild plantains, sheath flowers and other green plants come into view. When we
When I slowly walked from the foot of the mountain into the open space outside the training base, I discovered that there were many soldiers wearing camouflage nets and colorfully painted faces lurking in the jungle on the edge of the base.
This tense atmosphere made my back muscles tense, and I immediately felt uneasy like a Hongmen Banquet.
I asked Section Chief Zhu, who was leading the team, in as calm a tone as possible, and the answer I got made me smile: In order to save money, this base was built by our bureau and the General Staff to share resources; however, it is only a backup for our bureau.
training base, but a small-scale special forces unit under the General Staff trains here all year round and uses it more frequently.
This is why there is such a nondescript base name, but soldiers usually like to call it "Baihualing Base" affectionately.
The large group of people approached, and less than 200 meters apart, a group of three armed soldiers approached, checked the procedures, and then continued to move forward. Passing through the barbed wire fence erected next to the open area, I followed the large group and began to walk into the vast building.
, in a complex of buildings with quite ancient architectural style.
The old and rough red brick walls, wooden fences, a large playground as wide as a football field, black slanted tiles with moss, and military camp green everywhere... Everything I saw made me look forward to the base in front of me.
, dropped below the horizontal line. It can be seen that most of the buildings here were built in the 1960s and 1970s. The green barracks like blocks next to them were gradually expanded later, showing the styles of the two eras -
—Everyone who walks into the camp will probably not be able to help complaining about "the conditions are really not that good."
What about the excellent "soldier assault" conditions promised?
But we didn't talk, because in the middle of the playground, we saw a group of people wearing blue short-sleeved shirts, standing with their hands tied.
They are waiting for our instructors here. Their leader is Huiming, the chief instructor of this training camp.
Without any instructions, we quickly ran to stand in front of the instructors, and then started to form a team according to the order of the previous days. Almost two minutes later, we were already assembled.
Looking at us wearing white training uniforms, Huiming's face was dark, and the age spots on the left side of his face were shaking.
After we stood in line, a middle-aged instructor with a zombie face suddenly pointed at the green military camp not far behind him and shouted: "See that green, this is the military camp, and you are the reserve combatants, look at it
Are you so lax? It's such a small mountain road, and you are half an hour later than we expected? If war comes, you will only have one fate, that is death! Damn you guys! Everyone, turn left.
Circle the playground twenty times and don’t stop!”
My eyebrows jumped, and I suddenly felt a strange sense of time travel in my heart - as "Soldier Assault" became popular in 2007, the training of special military forces gradually entered the field of vision of ordinary people. In the film, the ace special forces veteran A
The instructor has this simple, rough, unreasonable style, establishing absolute authority, constantly eliminating the subordinate soldiers, and selecting the truly strong ones to join.
Could it be said that this barbaric style is very popular in the entire army or training system?
However, in order not to be eliminated by the training camp, we had to carry heavy luggage after walking dozens of miles of mountain roads and start running around the training field, which is wider than a football field. This lap is just
It’s almost a mile or twenty miles, which is a piece of cake for me who usually has sufficient physical reserves. However, after climbing one mountain after another, it is a difficult distance for me.
Not only me, but the thirty-three classmates around me also showed uncomfortable expressions.
Breakthrough always lingers at the end of the limit - this sentence is the most commonly used sentence in physical training. If Huiming scolded me and Bai Lutan, Wang Xiaojia was the one who scolded me at the Honghe training base in the suburbs of Chuncheng.
If it was the first move against me, then today’s 20 consecutive laps of running with heavy loads was the first intimidation of the instructors against our students.
Its meaning is: No matter where you come from, what achievements and abilities you have, here, you have to listen to the boss in blue!
After ten laps, I gritted my teeth and moved my tired and aching legs. I felt that every step was so heavy. The sky and the earth were shaking. Sometimes it was black, sometimes it was yellow. The air began to become thinner, making my chest have to move.
It was shaking like a bellows, and my eyes were getting black one after another. I was wet with sweat and then wet with sweat. However, even so, I did not let the Golden Silkworm Gu transmit a trace of warmth to me to alleviate the embarrassing situation at this moment.
This time I came to the training camp, from the beginning to the end, my purpose was to make myself stronger. The existence of Fat Bug is like opening a plug-in for me. However, even if I am a Gu Master, Fat Bug is mine.
The golden silkworm Gu is my destiny, but in fierce battles, there are always times when we are separated. The body slowly strengthened by it is enough, so during training, I decided to try not to let it delay my body's limit.
This is a war, me, and the weak consciousness in my body, dueling.
It's a tough sentence to say, but this is cultivation. Just like a Zen practitioner facing a wall, or a Taoist retreating in seclusion, they spend their whole life doing one thing - fighting against the demons in their hearts, and slaying the three demons.
The corpse can be seen in the light.
I was exhausted, but I found that the people around me were not much better than me. Although they had more or less mastered some cultivation techniques, human bodies were all made of flesh, except for a few monsters who were leading the way.
, the bodies of most students cannot withstand this kind of continuous and non-stop exercise, and are on the verge of collapse.
People kept falling down and struggling to stand up again. Zhu Chenchen fell down three times. When I helped him up, his face was as pale as snow and his muscles were shaking involuntarily.
Qin Zhen, Teng Xiao, Bai Lutan, Wang Xiaojia and I, Zhu Chenchen consciously ran together, supported each other, and stumbled forward.
This kind of support, which was similar to cheating, was not warned by the instructors, which allowed Zhu Chenchen, Bai Lutan, and Teng Xiao, who were weak in physical strength, to persevere. By the time we reached the fifteenth lap, we almost collapsed.
Bai Lutan was crying sadly as she ran, almost having the urge to give up. But I pointed at the mighty old man on the sidelines without scruples, scolded her, and said, "Did you see that? They are watching a good show, look at you."
If you give up on this great transfer student show and lie down, you will only be greeted with a contemptuous smile of "Haha", followed by an understatement of "Sure enough". He is indeed a backdoor one. What a coward! Are you going to give up?
?I won’t. In this world, except for the morality in my heart and the parents who gave birth to me and raised me, there is nothing worth compromising on! Nothing!
My last words gave others the strength to persevere and gave me the courage to go on. When the limit passed, I felt numb and began to feel a little more relaxed, so that I ran for the last two seconds.
When I was circling, my steps actually became brisk.
I saw some young soldiers wearing short-sleeved camouflage uniforms sitting or standing in groups in the distance, looking curiously towards us.
However, the eleven girls among the thirty-four students are obviously the ones they focus on.
I was in a good mood and waved to the people's soldiers.
My friends around me also waved to them.
The soldiers responded enthusiastically, with their voices rising and falling, cheering and encouraging, which made us feel a bit of coolness in the hot weather, refreshing our hearts and lungs. When the last lap was completed, almost everyone fell to the ground.
I had the urge to fall asleep for a long time, and immediately a doctor in a white coat came over to give us an injection. I don't know if it was glucose or some other medicine. After a while, we felt better.
However, there were still three people who did not finish the last few laps and fell to the ground.
They were carried off on stretchers by doctors, and the two girls and the boy were never seen again in the subsequent training camp - the training camp showed ruthless cruelty from the very beginning.
After finishing the run, we got enough rest. A medical team of ten or so people appeared out of nowhere to massage our shoulders and backs to relax our bodies. While standing among the staggering practitioners, Huiming spoke in simple, direct, and cold words.
The opening remarks gave us a lesson with pale faces.
That night we were thrown into wooden barrels filled with medicinal herbs one after another and soaked in hot water. We felt that our bodies were gradually recovering.
This kind of plot in legendary novels turns out to actually exist in reality.
It's just that this black and smelly potion smells really bad, and the stream of urine makes me want to spit out my dinner. But the effect is good, and I feel refreshed at night in the 8-person dormitory in the old building.
In bed, I began to look forward to the next day's training.
Okay, I admit I have some "masochistic" expectations.
Because I want to become stronger. This picture is provided by "Ask Brother Buddha to give me a little help", I am very grateful