Chapter 213 I was tricked by the brigade commander
In fact, since the adaptation, Li Zheng has been living a very uneventful life.
It's not just him either.
The entire remaining soldiers of the Fourth Company, including those from the reconnaissance battalion, were living in a state of confusion.
That's how people are. After being reorganized, the future is uncertain. Although the company's chief officers are all there, the word "agent" is in front of their job titles, so no one will feel uneasy if they replace him.
When it was first adapted, Hou Jun had lost most of his soldiers, so he vented all his emotions on training. He led a group of soldiers to train like crazy every day, using up energy to repel Lichou.
When the final adaptation was completely settled, people from the reconnaissance battalion came, and then the backbone of the brigade commander Zhuang Yan who had been recruited from other special forces was enriched. Facing the unfamiliar new platoon leader Tong Zhi, Li Zheng felt uneasy.
end.
Fortunately, the squad leader is Hou Jun.
Everything seemed to be gradually on track.
The former Fourth Company became the current First Company, and the former Second Battalion became the Special Reconnaissance Battalion.
The company has been designated as the only commando team in the entire brigade. That is an honor, but it is also a responsibility.
Heaven is about to entrust this person with a great responsibility, and he must first strain his muscles and bones and his mind.
The truth in the old saying has been accumulated over the years, and it is absolutely correct.
The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.
If the special operations brigade is a sharp blade of Army Group D, then the special reconnaissance battalion is the edge on the sharp edge, and the commando team is the tip of the sharp edge.
The two forms posted on the back of the terraced room door, as well as the news announced by Tong Zhi in public, heralded the beginning of a life-threatening day.
In the past, Li Zheng didn't know the difference between himself and the special forces.
Even if I am with the soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion, I feel that except for some specific subjects, there is not much difference.
But the new company commander and platoon commander soon let them know what the gap was.
Physical training is generally done in the morning and evening, and most of the day is professional training, interspersed with physical fitness.
On the first day of the ten-kilometer cross-country trip, Li Zhengren could hardly stand when he came back and passed the finish line.
After running five kilometers cross-country, I feel uncomfortable and want to vomit, and my head feels a little swollen.
But what it feels like to run ten kilometers cross-country...
Everything feels unreal when I look at it, as if the human soul is about to leave the body and fly out.
Fatty Wei, who used to be the fastest runner among all the new recruits in the company, was very good at running five kilometers for a while. Since then, he didn't know whether he ate the steamed buns or steamed buns from the army, or the big pot dishes cooked by the cooking team, or was eaten by others.
The squad leader punished and practiced, and suddenly he opened up the Ren and Du channels and became a cross-country master. He boasted that he could easily finish first even if he had a cigarette in his mouth.
But this time he didn't dare to waste any time and ran honestly. Although he was still first at the end of the run, the time was 45 minutes and 21 seconds.
Tong Zhi looked at his results and said without mercy at all, "Fat Wei, didn't you say that you are the fastest among the recruits of your fourth company? That's it? You're qualified but you're not qualified? That's it?!"
The two "that's it" made Fatty Wei so embarrassed that he almost committed suicide by jumping off a mountain.
According to Fatty Wei's temper in the past, anyone who said this would be more capable than him if they didn't have any ability. Usually, if you can do it, you can do it. If you can do it, come with me!
But this time he really didn't dare to say it.
Li Zhengke has finally seen what it means to be a special forces instructor.
In the past, the squad leader led the troops to run for five kilometers, all with empty hands, holding their belts in their hands, like herding sheep. Although they ran fast, it seemed that they were running on empty ground.
But Tong Zhi, the acting platoon leader, is different. If you carry a gun, he will carry a gun. If you carry a rucksack, he will also carry a rucksack. When your water bottle is full, he will not miss a drop.
Anyway, he will come wherever the soldiers come. His full name is to accompany him on the run.
Even if I just run with you, people are still rushing back and forth, and for a while they are yelling at the fast runners at the front of the team, saying that you run faster, why are you running at such a speed? You can't even pass the test!
After a while, I reached the end of the team and started to curse at the soldier who was at the end. The curse was really unpleasant...
"With your level, why are you still in Yilian?!"
"Aren't you going to save some energy and plan to go to the bridal chamber?"
"With your level, you still want to stay in the commando team!? Hurry up and run for me! Otherwise, I will tell you to get out in a few days and go to the logistics support battalions!"
Look!
These words are scolding...
Li Zheng sometimes felt that Platoon Commander Tong Zhi's mouth really stinked, as if he hadn't brushed his teeth in a week.
Can't you just say it properly if you have something to say?
But he didn't dare to say.
Because he himself felt the chill.
He could usually compete with Zhang Jian for second place in the fourth consecutive season, but now he is only in the middle of the team.
Several of the scouts were faster than him.
He finally understood what it means to rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail.
Although a phoenix is a phoenix, it also poops, right?
Phoenix's poop may not be more fragrant than chicken's.
In the Old Fourth Company, Youzai Youzai finished in the top three. His confidence and sense of accomplishment were very pleasing.
But here, running in the middle is still a result of hard work. I dare not carry anything with me in the middle, otherwise I will fall behind the team.
They are all selected soldiers. Everyone has a good foundation. They don't feel like they have been eliminated or driven away. They all want to stay and become commandos.
So everyone works hard.
Not to mention myself, even Hou Jun, the former acting platoon leader, was a sergeant after all, but now he is just running like a soldier without any special care.
While running, I also met soldiers from other platoons, and everyone was running along the same route.
In fact, Li Zhengding hates meeting other platoons.
Once encountered, it will be an indescribable disaster.
Those veterans or officers of the special forces from the Air Force, Navy and Army will say hello whenever they meet. What a coincidence, you also run ten kilometers?
That's right, take them out for some activities, and then go back and organize ten hundred.
What is the quality of the soldiers in your platoon?
Cough! No! Hey, how are the soldiers in your platoon?
Forget it! It’s hard to describe in just one word!
or……
Um?
Bibi?
Compare!
Then the two real special forces began to show off their power and yelled at their own soldiers: "Hey, hey, hey! Let's run! They started slower than us, and they have already caught up with us!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! And another shouted: "Look at you, we are all chasing you here, work harder to surpass them! Whoever surpasses them, I will give him ten free of charge today."
A hundred!"
Li Zheng sometimes wondered whether these second lieutenants and non-commissioned officers had all attended the same training class, called the Chicken Blood Class.
Specially able to inject chicken blood.
Special ability to fan.
Very capable of stirring up trouble.
Sure enough, they were from the special forces.
After shouting like this, the platoon that was running slowly felt embarrassed and had to push forward even if it was dead or crippled.
Those soldiers who ran fast enough to catch up with others heard from the platoon leader that they could save ten or one hundred points, so they rushed forward as if they were on a roll and risked their lives.
One wants to overtake, the other refuses to overtake.
The result is often that when they return to the finish line, both of them faint, just like when Li Zheng and Zhang Jian competed.
This kind of thing happens every day.
Every morning when the whistle blows, people become numb, not because they win, but because they are numb.
Run!
But no matter how hard it is, no one dares to say no, no one dares to complain in person.
Why?
The reason is simple.
Damn, the acting company commander Ji Zhizhao is a lunatic. He gets up earlier than the soldiers every morning. He stands in front of everyone in camouflage every day, with his gun and backpack ready.
When the soldiers ran away, he also ran away.
Who is the one who is not running away?
The first is the person on guard duty, who cooks and helps in the cooking squad, and the third is the platoon leader on duty, who is responsible for the card clock.
On the seventh day, Fatty Wei was washing and scrubbing in the bathroom when he suddenly burst into tears and sobbed while holding on to the faucet.
Li Zheng asked him: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
Fatty Wei twitched his nose twice, pitifully like a helpless child, and said: "It's so damn hard. I've never experienced such pain in my life..."
Li Zheng smiled bitterly and looked next to him. Next to him was Zhang Jian. Zhang Jian had already turned into a dog from exhaustion. The usual arrogance, vigor and birdiness were all gone on his face. What was left was only dejection.
No wonder.
Even Fatty Wei, who was once praised as a humanoid perpetual motion machine among the recruits of the Fourth Company, was dealt a fatal blow, let alone this arrogant general.
In the past, when he was in the Fourth Company, Zhang Jian could brag a lot when he called home. His father asked him how his training was going. Although he didn't dare to say that he was the first, he was still the second best after a thousand years. If he could say something pretentious, he was okay.
But now?
When I was running ten kilometers, I was eating my butts in the middle and later stages. When I was doing ten hundred, I was grinning and crying for my father and my mother. I was also doing pull-ups like hanging a pig on the bar for milking.
Even if I try, I can't do it.
bomb?
60 meters is neither far nor short.
In the past, Zhang Jian was able to throw a 50-meter throw, which was also outstanding for new recruits.
Now?
Didn't even reach the passing mark...
Zhang Jian lowered his head and washed his face furiously, probably trying to hide something.
Fatty Wei twitched a few times and suddenly heard someone crying loudly. Everyone in the bathroom turned around to find who it was.
When I took a look, I found it was Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng is a weirdo in a row.
He came here with the officers and non-commissioned officers of the special forces, and got out of the car with Tong Zhi.
The moment Li Zheng saw him, he was so shocked that he felt hopeless. He was a private, but he was so awesome and he was actually an instructor.
Later I discovered that this guy was not an instructor...
It's not even from the special forces.
Jiang Cheng is a soldier at the air force station, chasing birds...
The idea of chasing birds away seemed quite new to everyone. After asking, we found out that because planes taking off and landing at the airport are easily hit by birds, there is a special group of soldiers - bird chasers.
They are responsible for observing and driving away birds over the airport, sometimes using loudspeakers, and sometimes using double-barreled shotguns to fire titanium bombs.
Because his eyesight was very unique, he was spotted by the brigade commander and was brought back to the Special Forces Brigade as a prodigy and sent to the 1st Special Reconnaissance Company.
Jiang Cheng's training foundation is not even as good as those of the fourth company recruits. In any one of them - any physical subject, his results are ranked last.
Therefore, he is the god-level figure who has been punished the most.
"Jiang Cheng, what's wrong with you?"
Li Zheng leaned over and wanted to comfort the bird chaser.
When Jiang Cheng saw someone comforting him, he suddenly felt even more sad. He raised his head, opened his mouth, and cried even harder.