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Chapter 219 The first day of Devils Week

Although the name "Devil Week" is a bit scary, when it came to that morning, besides being nervous, Li Zheng was actually very excited.

This kind of excitement is similar to when I went on a spring outing when I was a kid. I would definitely not be able to sleep that night.

To be precise, "Devil's Week" started with an emergency gathering announcement at 5 o'clock in the morning.

Li Zheng actually had an advantage. He was stationed at the last guard post that morning, and he was at the duty post. At around four o'clock, platoon leader Tong Zhi had already woken up and came out with a whistle to check the post.

"Platoon commander, you can't sleep?"

Li Zheng was a little curious.

Is the platoon leader also nervous?

"Nonsense!" Tong Zhi said: "If you lead me to go to Devil's Week, it's as easy as going home to visit relatives. Will I be nervous?"

Li Zheng answered honestly: "A little bit, but also very excited."

"Ah..." Tong Zhi nodded with a half-smile: "It's normal to be excited. Do you feel like you're going on an outing?"

Li Zheng nodded sheepishly. He didn't dare to say that. If Demon Tong felt that they were too comfortable, they would be uncomfortable.

Tong Zhi looked at his watch and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, that day I informed everyone to go to a small store to buy some good socks, preferably wool socks or sports socks. I went there and saw that they are in stock. You guys

Have you bought it?"

Li Zheng said: "I bought it, our squad leader also bought it, and others..."

Tong Zhi looked at Li Zheng curiously: "What's wrong with the others?"

Li Zheng felt that this was not easy to answer.

In fact, as preparation for the upcoming "Devil Week" training, Tong Zhi asked the monitors of each class to inform everyone to go to the small supermarket in the camp to buy socks, preferably soft sports socks, but not many people went to buy them.

the reason is simple.

It was Yang Hui's judgment that affected everyone.

As a former military influencer with "extreme military knowledge", Yang Hui currently has a high prestige in the platoon. Everyone thinks that after buying a lot of sanitary napkins, there is no need to buy new socks.

What's more, Yang Hui said that Demon Tong went to buy sanitary napkins himself, but asked us to buy expensive wool sports socks? Why didn't he notify us to buy sanitary napkins?

Finally, he came to the conclusion that the platoon leader Tong Zhi was unwilling to reveal his secret. He used sanitary napkins himself without telling everyone. During the long march, he showed his talents as a special forces instructor and made it difficult for everyone to follow.

Fuck him, otherwise he will be embarrassed and so on.

Anyway, everyone saw Tong Zhi buying sanitary napkins with their own eyes. Thinking about it, what Yang Hui said makes so much sense.

What’s more, woolen sports socks are expensive, and you can buy a pack of sanitary napkins for just one pair.

ah!

This platoon leader is so bad!

As a result, no one took Tong Zhi's words to heart. Only a few people bought it, and Li was one of them.

"Let me ask you! What happened to the others?" Tong Zhi asked again when he saw that he was silent.

Li Zheng could only tell the truth: "They said, platoon leader, you buy sanitary napkins yourself, and let us buy socks...that..."

"Sanitary napkin?" Tong Zhi frowned, his face full of surprise.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter and almost laughed, but fortunately, he was quick and covered his mouth.

"Kukukuku..."

He held it in for a long time and finally regained his composure.

"They think I'm fooling them, right?"

Li Zhengshan smiled and nodded.

Tong Zhi sneered twice, said nothing more, and asked again: "Did you really buy socks?"

Li Zheng nodded: "Yes, I put them all in my backpack."

Tong Zhi reached out and twitched his trouser leg, then took a look at the exposed socks. Sure enough, they were woolen sports socks.

He said: "Well, it's a bit expensive, but it's worth the money. You can wear it several times during the Devil's Week. Remember to wash it and dry it well when you come back. Don't wear it at ordinary times. You can wear it during the Devil's Week."

Before Li Zheng could figure out what was happening, Tong Zhi had already turned around and walked to the lawn in front of the barracks, constantly looking at his watch.

Soon, even Chang Ji Zhizhao came down.

The two of them checked their watches, and Ji Zhizhao said: "Blow!"

Tong Zhi picked up the trumpet, put it in his mouth and started blowing.

Emergency muster!

Soldiers from each platoon poured out of the platoon room.

Li Zheng didn't need to panic, because he was on guard duty, and people from the battalion's duty class would come over later to take over. They would be responsible for staying behind, while the rest of the battalion, including the cooking class, were going to participate in Devil's Week.

The people from the cooking class also came over. They carried a scale and placed it on the basketball court in front of everyone.

According to the requirements, everyone’s backpack is required to carry 30 kilograms. If the weight is not enough, you have to find bricks yourself.

All this was ready yesterday.

"Second platoon leader! Organize them to weigh in!"

Company Commander Ji Zhizhao shouted to Second Platoon Commander Linghu Qiang, turned his head and scanned the crowd, and then felt slightly disappointed.

Tong Zhi noticed it and guessed it, and asked: "The instructor won't participate?"

Ji Zhizhao shook his head slightly: "It's not that he won't participate, it's that he won't go with us. He said that he would organize logistical support and follow the car."

An expression of contempt immediately appeared on Tong Zhi's face. He glanced at the well-lit company headquarters on the second floor, and then said: "In my previous unit, not to mention the instructors, the brigade commanders all marched with Devil Monday. , the same goes for parachuting, by the way, just like our current brigade commander. I heard that our brigade commander used to be from the 'Sharp Sword' brigade?"

Ji Zhizhao said: "Well, he stood out in the selection of the whole army. He went to study at the Underwater Special Warfare Academy abroad for two years. When he came back, he joined the Amphibious Division. Later he joined the Blue Army. He formed the Blue Army Special Forces."

"No wonder..."

Tong Zhi nodded thoughtfully.

Soon, everyone was weighed. Since they had prepared in advance, no one dared to cheat, and everyone passed the test.

Ji Zhizhao stood in front of the team to mobilize before departure, but he did not mobilize. Instead, he looked at the stopwatch in his hand and said: "I stipulated that the entire company must assemble within 3 minutes, but some of you exceeded the time limit."

He held up the stopwatch.

"A comrade in the third platoon exceeded the scheduled time and only ran to the basketball court at 3 minutes and 2 seconds."

The company commander said it was timed out, and everyone's heart skipped a beat.

At this time, Li Zheng was running over with a backpack and a gun. He stood at attention and shouted: "Report, Li Zheng, the sentry on duty, has been laid off. He is now asking to join the queue!"

Ji Zhizhao waved his hand: "Enter the queue!"

After Li Zheng entered the queue, Ji Zhizhao continued: "The special forces have extremely strict requirements on time. A second or two may not matter to you, but I tell you, a deviation of one or two seconds may lead to death. Okay, without further ado,

If you exceed the time limit, you will be punished. Now I order you to carry your gun on your back, raise your gun from here and jump to the shooting range, then crawl from the shooting range for 1,000 meters, and roll 500 meters while dizzy to return here."

The distance from the shooting range to the barracks is exactly 1.5 kilometers.

Even the long Ji Zhizhao was not wasted at all.

1,500-meter leapfrog...

1,000 meters of low-profile crawling...

Plus a 500-meter dizzy roll...

Every soldier dared to feel that his scalp was numb.

Is this something people do?

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