The weather was very good on the morning of the big exam.
Autumn has entered, and the temperature in the mountainous areas in the morning is humid, cool, and quite chilly.
Li Zheng put on his camouflage uniform, put on his training shoes, checked his shoelaces and belt, put a quilt on his backpack, and hurried out to gather.
Standing on the lawn in front of the barracks, looking around, I saw that all the platoons were gathering, and new recruits were constantly entering the ranks in a hurry.
There is a kind of youthful hormone permeating the tense air.
Second platoon leader Wen Lei, who was standing in front of the queue, had already begun to cheer for his soldiers.
"This morning is the five-kilometer cross-country assessment. The whole group is working together to rank the units. The group leader said that whichever platoon can run first will be given a third-class merit indicator. Do you want to make meritorious deeds?!"
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"You have to have strength even if you think about it! Do you have the strength?"
"have!"
The recruits in the second row were shouting at the top of their lungs, with veins on their necks exposed, as if they were about to roar a hole in the sky.
The most unpleasant thing was that when Wen Lei was taking blood, he glanced in the direction of a row.
Just at this glance, there was a little more electricity and sparks in the air.
How could a veteran like Hou Jun swallow such a sigh of relief, so he started to pour chicken blood at the top of his lungs.
"Brothers in a row! Are we the best!?"
"yes!"
Everyone had been feeling angry for a long time, and now they were not to be outdone, shouting louder than the second row.
Li Zheng felt that he had roared at the loudest decibel level in his life, and his vocal cords felt a little painful.
"We are a row! What does one stand for?!"
"First!"
"represents what!?"
"First!"
"Louder, I can't hear you!"
"First!"
"Louder!"
"First!"
After the recruits in the first row replied three times, Hou Jun showed a satisfied smile and glanced in the direction of the second row, seemingly unintentionally but very intentionally.
He just glanced at it and smiled at Wen Lei.
The flavor in that smile can only be felt but cannot be expressed in words.
The starting point of the five-kilometer cross-country is at the old location, on the cement road above the rostrum of the large playground. The route is the same as usual, passing through the 1st Recruit Battalion station, running on the cement road next to the No. 1 Highland, and finally crossing the national highway outside and heading towards the division headquarters.
Re-enter the garrison camp area from the gate, run westward, and return to the starting point of the Second Recruitment Battalion.
According to the order of the first, second and third battalions, the departure time of the second battalion is in the middle, and one platoon is released every minute.
"Everything is active, press your legs, do a few squats and stand ups, and jump a bit!"
Hou Jun urged each platoon of soldiers to do preparatory exercises.
Li Zheng rolled up his trousers to his knees as usual to reduce friction when running.
Don't underestimate this small detail. When you are halfway through the five-kilometer run, almost everyone is wet with sweat, and the trouser legs are no exception. The wet trouser legs will stick to the skin and increase friction.
Resulting in greater physical exertion.
"Later, Li Zheng, you will be in charge of Wei Guoxing, Zhang Jian, you drag the pretty boy away, and you..."
Wu Yi was busy and assigned tasks for later.
"I will lead the team and run together. Those in front should not panic or be nervous. I will control the pace. Don't run too fast at the beginning, and then let go in the last kilometer!"
Before starting, Li Zheng was already sweating nervously.
I was really not panicking at first, but when Wu Yi said this, I became a little nervous.
Fatty Wei pressed his legs next to Li Zheng and said, "If I really die later, you will die!"
Li Zheng said: "You said last night that a warrior would die for his confidant, and now you are telling me no?"
Fatty Wei said: "I'm not covering up, no one can guarantee the worst case scenario, right?"
Li Zheng asked with some worry: "How do you feel now? Are you OK?"
Fatty Wei jumped on the spot twice, stood there and felt it again, took a deep breath and said, "It seems okay!"
Li Zheng was amused by him: "It's okay? It seems?"
"Second Battalion, Four Companies, One Platoon! Come to the starting line!"
The officer on duty wearing a red armband blew the whistle in his mouth, then waved his hand and pointed towards the starting line.
"Everyone in the row goes over! Move quickly!"
Hou Jun drove the new recruits to the starting line like a duck.
Several officers holding stopwatches stood aside to check the time, and then signaled to the officer on duty that they were ready.
"preparation--"
The officer on duty raised the small red flag in his hand and put the whistle in his mouth again.
"Beep——"
As the whistle sounded, a row of soldiers shouted and ran out.
All squad leaders are allowed to run with them, but they are only allowed to run with them and are not allowed to participate in any assistance.
Wu Yi ran at the front, leading the team and controlling the speed.
The remaining squad leaders were on both sides of the team, surrounding the recruits like sheepdogs herding sheep.
At first, Fatty Wei didn't run very fast.
This is a strategy that was discussed before.
Fatty Wei's usual five-kilometer results were too poor, so Wu Yi told him not to rush into the first echelon, as long as he could follow.
As a veteran, Wu Yi knows what kind of speed can run within 25 minutes and 30 seconds.
According to the provisions of the new syllabus, the standards for excellence, good, and passing for those under 24 years old in the five-kilometer armed cross-country are: 20'30'', 23'00'', and 25'30''.
It is definitely impossible to achieve excellent performance in all recruit camp requirements, so it is only required to reach the standard within 25 minutes and 30 seconds.
However, even these 25 minutes and 30 seconds would usually cost Fatty Wei his life.
Li Zheng and the others in the platoon can run within 22 points, and the other comrades can run within 25 points no matter how bad they are. He is the only soldier in the platoon who can run above 26 points. He is the only one who can be said to be Scorpion Baba.
Li Zheng was running with Fatty Wei. He had a roll of backpack straps in his satchel. As long as Fatty Wei couldn't run, he would immediately tie the backpack strap around his waist and drag him away.
In the army, this method of towing has an unpleasant and embarrassing common name - dog pulling!
Fatty Wei is often the one who gets pulled.
One kilometer goes by quickly.
Li Zheng was very relaxed, after all, Fatty Wei's pace was not high.
"How do you feel? How do you breathe?"
He looked at Fatty Wei next to him.
Dense beads of sweat appeared on Fatty Wei's forehead, sliding down his chubby cheeks.
"It seems okay."
Fatty Wei can speak, which proves that his breathing is smooth now.
Li Zheng was a little surprised.
Today's platoon running speed was obviously faster than in previous training sessions.
Fatty Wei could actually follow the team for more than ten meters without being pulled away, and he could still speak. This shows that he really has no problem at the moment and can maintain stability at this speed.
Li Zheng asked tentatively: "Do you want to speed up a little bit?"
Fatty Wei nodded fiercely: "Yes!"
Li Zheng has his own plan. Fatty Wei is currently in good condition. He wants to see if this guy is a false fire.
If it is a weak fire, accelerating will inevitably cause shortness of breath or even difficulty breathing. If this happens, slow down the speed a little to a level that Fatty Wei can accept.
If you can speed up, of course you must speed up. Don't waste your good condition and abundant energy.
"Then follow me and run faster!"
Li Zheng said while speeding up.
He was fast, and so was Fatty Wei.
Li Zheng was amazed in his heart and thought, did Fatty Wei really not brag?
Was it because he couldn't run fast before because he was in poor condition and his feet hurt, rather than because of lack of physical strength?
Thinking in his mind, he quickened his pace again.
After running for more than a hundred meters, Fatty Wei just followed him and did not fall behind.
He continues to speed up...
A hundred meters later, Fatty Wei still just followed without seeing anything.
At this time, the two of them had already reached the first echelon of the row.
The comrades around him were surprised when they saw Fatty Wei running up and running side by side with him. They all thought they were running slower, so they started to speed up.
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Soon, Wu Yi, who was leading the pace, realized something was wrong.
"What's going on? You don't want to allocate your energy anymore!? There's still more than three kilometers left! You guys have to work hard now, are you going to have to be pulled by someone later?!"
Wu Yi was full of energy. For him, the current speed was a piece of cake. He could run down with a cigarette in his mouth.
As soon as he said this, everyone stopped and slowed down.
But soon, Wu Yi found that the team had unknowingly moved faster and had already run ahead of him. Even he had been caught up in the rhythm without knowing it, and he also started running faster.
His character itself is to control speed, but now he is affected by the new recruits.
So I looked around and quickly discovered the crux of the problem.
It's Fatty Wei. Fatty Wei is in the first echelon.
He ran faster, and the other soldiers followed suit.
"Fat Wei!"
He's a little angry.
"When you faint later, no one can carry you!"
Suddenly, Fatty Wei, who had been scolded, turned his head in the crowd and shouted to Wu Yi angrily: "Squad leader, I am full of strength today! Can you help me run faster?!"