"Oh my God! Yes, yes, rub here and there...a little bit, a little bit more..."
Li Zheng was holding the bone-setting lotion, and Fatty Wei sat in front. He stripped off his shirt and exposed his back and asked Li Zheng to apply the lotion on himself.
"If this continues, I feel like I'm going to die in the military camp."
He wailed and said with a sad face: "I really can't stand it anymore..."
At noon today, Fatty Wei was dragged by the bombing squad to drop bombs for a full hour. Now he can't straighten his arms.
The worst thing was that when he was aiming the gun in the afternoon, his hands were shaking. When Wu Yi checked, he found that the gun was not stable, and he was fined three kilometers.
Li Zheng said: "Stop shouting. If you could shoot well or better, you wouldn't go to the commando team to drop bombs every day."
As he spoke, he poured bone-setting water into the palm of his hand, applied it on Fatty Wei's shoulder blades and elbows, and then rubbed it vigorously.
"Ah, ah, ah—gently, gentle! It hurts!"
While rubbing it, Li Zheng said, "You have a thick waist and thick arms. You are supposed to have plenty of strength, but why can't you throw far?"
After two months of training, Fatty Wei has become more and more fat. He used to have white fat when he took off his shirt, but now he is tanned and his muscles are somewhat contoured.
Although Fatty Wei is not tall, he is not small in stature. He used to be fat, but now he has lost a lot of weight, has more muscles, and looks stronger.
"I don't know either..." Fatty Wei said with a grimace: "I just followed the squad leader's teachings, running up, detonating the bomb, twisting the waist, swinging the arm, buckling the wrist... I did everything well, but the grenade just flew.
It’s not far, what can I do?”
Li Zheng can throw bombs 41 meters. His performance is pretty good among recruits, so he doesn't need to join the commando team.
He had seen Fatty Wei drop bombs before. His approach was as fierce as the wind and his arms were swinging as fast as lightning. But for some reason, the grenade was like a drunken man who hadn't eaten enough. It was staggering and spinning in the air, and it hit 35
Below rice noodles.
Normally, Fatty Wei's movements were not bad. Some of the recruits' postures for throwing bombs were all kinds of wrong. It was reasonable to think that the bombs would not go far, but Fatty Wei's movements were absolutely standard.
Especially after the commandos have been "trained" for so long, and after various corrections, their movements are already very impressive, but the grenades just can't be thrown far.
Wu Yi personally gave him some advice on this matter. In the end, even Wu Yi was in despair. Even the squad leader couldn't see anything wrong. Then Fatty Wei was sentenced to death - there was no hope.
"The commandos, the five-kilometer commandos, have assembled!"
At the door, Wu Yi's figure flashed in, standing there and shouting at the row of rooms.
"Hurry up! Don't waste time, let's go do some activities while it's still dark!"
"Isn't this going to cost me my life?" Fatty Wei almost cried: "Report to the squad leader, I dropped bombs at noon and couldn't even lift my chopsticks for dinner at night. Can I ask for leave?"
Wu Yi walked up to Fatty Wei, looked at the bone-setting water in Li Zheng's hand, and then looked at Fatty Wei's half-finished "muscles", and then said: "You use your legs to run five kilometers. What does your hand pain have to do with your legs?"
Relationship? Do you want you to use your hands to run away?"
"..."
Fatty Wei's face suddenly turned into rotten pig liver.
What the monitor said seems to make sense and cannot be refuted...
The other recruits in the platoon who failed the five-kilometer test all went out to gather in despair. Fatty Wei sat on the bench and did not move.
Wu Yi said: "Wei Guoxing, am I asking you to go out? If you hold us back for five kilometers, you will hold back the entire platoon. If it is a big test, you will hold back the entire company. Do you think you still have the face to do this?"
Besides, there will be a big assessment before the company next week, do you think I will let you hold back our platoon like this?"
Fatty Wei said with a grimace: "Squad leader, I think I'm hopeless, otherwise..."
There was a light of hope in his little eyes: "I heard that raising pigs in the army does not require much physical fitness. Your subordinate company told the company commander behind you to throw me to raise pigs. I will not be able to raise pigs."
It’s holding everyone back…”
When Wu heard this, he was startled for a moment, and then suddenly started laughing wildly. He laughed for a while before he stopped.
He bent down and said to Fatty Wei: "Wei Guoxing, Wei Guoxing, you are really good at raising pigs, hahahaha! Do you think it was more than ten years ago? Nowadays, frontline combat troops don't have side jobs. Our platoon leader was a soldier at that time
There was a swineherd in the company, but he is gone now. Who did you listen to telling you such nonsense? Raising pigs? What the hell are you thinking about?"
"Ah? No more pigs?"
Fatty Wei's last hope was gone.
"Can I go to the cooking class?"
When Wu Yi heard this, he was so angry that he couldn't even curse, but instead laughed: "Cooking class? Who did you hear that the cooking class doesn't need to be assessed? I'm telling you, during the big exam, the cooking class still has to carry guns and pots and pans.
Let’s all run together? You have poor military qualities and even the cooking class doesn’t want you. Do you think you can join the cooking class if you want to?”
After saying that, he pulled Fatty Wei up from the stool.
"Get up, don't waste everyone's time. After running, we have to take a rest before we have night training."
"We still have to train when we come back..." Fatty Wei was about to collapse as he took the physical fitness suit and was escorted out of the door by Wu Yi like a prisoner.
"Squad leader!" Li Zheng caught up and asked Wu Yi: "Can I run with the commando team too?"
Wu Yi was surprised and said: "You Li Zheng have no problem with five kilometers, why are you joining in the fun? Do you think you are too comfortable?"
Li Zheng said: "I can run with Wei Guoxing. Having someone to run with will help him improve his performance."
When Wu Yi thought about it, he couldn't bear to lead this group of "commandos" by himself. With someone like Li Zheng, who had a good training record, to accompany him and encourage him, he would get twice the result with half the effort.
"Okay, let's run together."
"Report!"
The two of them turned around and were about to go to the five-kilometer starting line when Zhang Jian's voice came from behind.
Wu Yi turned around: "What's wrong? You want to run too?"
"Yes!" Zhang Jian said, "I also want to increase the amount of training and improve my performance."
Wu Yi nodded approvingly and said to Fatty Wei: "Did you see that Zhang Jian is as good as a veteran in five kilometers? He also volunteered to eat extra and learn from it. This is called a role model!"
Zhang Jian was overjoyed when he heard Wu Yi praising him, and glanced in the direction of Li Zheng intentionally or unintentionally.
Li Zheng thought to himself, what happened to this guy?
After another thought, I figured it out again.
In fact, Zhang Jian must be keeping an eye on himself. For the past two months, he has been competing with himself all the time.
Now that he has applied to voluntarily run with his comrades from the Five-Kilometer Commando, Zhang Jian is probably a little restless after seeing it, fearing that if he increases the amount of training, it will really fall into his hands during the big exam in the future.
He cannot afford to lose.
This man is really...
Li Zheng couldn't laugh or cry.
In fact, he really had no intention of competing with Zhang Jian for a day.
It's just that Zhang Jian is confused.
The team started to set off along the five-kilometer route. After running two kilometers, Fatty Wei reached his limit.
Generally speaking, people will reach their limit state when they have run for more than three kilometers. The so-called limit state is when they feel that they cannot breathe and breathe oxygen, their brains are deprived of oxygen and their eyesight turns black, and their limbs are in a state of extreme fatigue.
In this state, it is easiest for people to choose to slow down or even give up and continue running. Once they give up, all their previous efforts will be wasted.
Anyone who has run a five-kilometer cross-country in the army understands that when the extreme state occurs, it is a crisis, but there is also an opportunity. As long as you can survive without slowing down, the extreme state will usually pass within one kilometer. Once it passes,
It's like having the Ren and Du meridians opened, and people suddenly feel energetic and can run more comfortably than before.
Fatty Wei usually can't endure it when he reaches his limit. He usually gives up at that time. To put it bluntly, it means his willpower has collapsed. If it collapses, he is finished.
"Backpack straps! Tie him up! Drag him!"
Wu Yi saw it.
Under this situation, Fatty Wei probably wouldn't be able to survive with his own willpower. The only way is to let the fast runner drag him with a backpack strap, and he has to run even if he doesn't want to.
As you drag more and get used to it in the future, your five-kilometer cross-country performance will improve.
This is all the experience of being a squad leader and leading troops.
Li Zheng took out the backpack strap he had prepared long ago and tied it directly around Fatty Wei's waist.
Wu Yi greeted Zhang Jian: "You drag Ma Teng! He can't do it either!"
"Is it you?"
Suddenly, a black shadow appeared beside everyone.
At first glance, it turned out to be the grand colonel.
"Chief..."
Li Zhenggang was about to call the chief, but Zhuang Yan stopped him.
"You don't need to shout these things during training, stop shouting!"
Then he looked at Fatty Wei and Ma Teng, who was already turning pale.