There was no rest time at noon and we continued on the road.
In fact, it is not that the supervising instructor has to urge everyone to continue the forced march - you can choose to sleep here, but others can leave.
No one is stopping you from playing badly, but you will be kicked out after you play badly.
The Special Operations Brigade has established a concept in every soldier's mind from the very beginning - the weak will not be accommodated here.
Upon closer inspection, this is actually an interesting thing.
Platoon leader Tong Zhi told everyone that you will gradually get used to this pattern in the future.
Special forces model.
The training here is inhuman and beyond the reach of ordinary humans.
So those who can stay here are people of faith.
What do you believe in?
The spirit of not accepting failure.
Military sense of honor.
There is also the pride of being a soldier of the Republic's special forces.
Without these, you won't be able to survive to the end and become a true special forces soldier.
After getting on the road again, Li Zheng found that everyone had undergone obvious changes.
Last night, the comrades in the platoon were inexplicably excited.
Although everyone was a little afraid of the devil's week that started the next day, in general no one thought they were incapable. Everyone believed that they would definitely survive the devil's week. Everyone felt that they were undergoing the training of more than half a year of military life. Finally, the endurance is absolutely excellent.
So when I heard the emergency assembly whistle in the morning and got up to assemble, I was very excited and tried my best.
Until the morning when we set off, the team still felt a bit high-spirited. Many people were humming and whistling, looking relaxed and unconcerned.
But in the afternoon, Li Zheng found that no one was whistling or humming.
Everyone was walking silently.
Walk silently.
Occasionally, a jeep drove by, kicked up dust, and then drove forward and disappeared at the end of the road.
Looking up, one will feel a sense of despair.
Although you know in your heart that there are still thirty kilometers to go in the afternoon, you feel weak in your heart. You feel like you don’t know where the end point is, as if there is no end point. Even after the setback at noon, you are no longer sure whether you can make it to the end.
No one hums or whistles anymore.
At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Li Zheng saw that Fatty Wei, who was walking in front, began to walk in an unnatural way.
So I pulled him and asked, "What's wrong? Did you put sanitary napkins in your shoes again?"
Fatty Wei shook his head and said, "Of course not!"
Li Zheng looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Then why is it so weird that you left?"
Fatty Wei pointed to his thigh and said with a painful look on his face: "It seems like I've rubbed my crotch."
"Cret grinding?"
This is nothing new.
I remember that on the night I came back from my first ten-kilometer run, there were many people rubbing their crotches.
But it was mild at that time, not serious.
But Fatty Wei's painful expression had clearly told Li Zheng that he was grinding his crotch very seriously.
What Li Zheng didn't know was that crotch grinding during marching was most likely to occur on rainy days, or after being soaked in water before marching.
Moreover, crotch grinding is generally more likely to occur in fat people than in thin people, and it is more serious.
Everything came together for the morning's march route.
Why is crotch grinding the most serious on rainy days?
Because of water.
There is water in the clothes and water on the pants.
When marching on a sunny day, there won't actually be much sweat on your clothes, because it will be dried by the sun, leaving only salt stains.
The worst thing to worry about is the weather that is half cloudy and half sunny, or sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy, or if you have to wade through water, mud, etc. If you walk ashore, your crotch will soon be worn out.
Grinding a knife on a dry whetstone is not as effective as pouring a little water on it.
Li Zheng couldn't help but bared his teeth when he thought of the whetstone.
He could even feel how the skin on the thighs of a fat and wet guy like Fatty Wei had worn out.
Li Zheng couldn't think of any way to help Fatty Wei.
The only thing that can be done is to go to the gathering point in the evening and ask the hygienist who is accompanying the team to get some iodophor and other liquids for disinfection to avoid inflammation.
Or you can choose a pair of looser camouflage pants to wear when you leave tomorrow, and then put them in neutral without wearing underwear. This is also a no-brainer.
"Can you persist?" Li Zheng asked Fatty Wei.
I have already lost a battle at noon and missed the opportunity to eat hot food.
Fatty Wei is determined to get the hot food tonight.
In fact, the soldiers in a platoon are not inferior to any platoon in a company in terms of physical fitness.
The reason why I ended up drinking water at noon today is because I was delayed by a sanitary napkin on the way.
Dinner is very important, you must get food, otherwise tomorrow will be absolutely difficult.
Facts have proved that it is a wise choice to overcome the psychological obstacles and choose to eat from the bucket at noon at the meeting point.
Otherwise, they might not have the physical strength to walk so fast now.
Along the way, Li Zheng, Fatty Wei and the others saw a soldier sitting on the roadside unable to resist and unable to move forward.
Then the platoon leader or instructor will come up and ask if you can still persist. If you can persist, you can continue walking. If you can't persist, you can quit.
Most of these are people who did not get food at noon.
Just three pitiful compressed biscuits and a little water can't stand it.
After all, most of them are new recruits who have only been in the army for more than half a year.
This "Devil Week" was the most unfriendly to the recruits in the entire brigade. Li Zheng saw that most of the people sitting on the roadside unable to walk were recruits. The veterans were all smart and in good physical condition, and most of them were unable to walk.
There will be problems.
So he understood why Fatty Wei gritted his teeth and persisted in not giving up even though he was grinding his crotch.
He couldn't even stop to treat the wound, because then he wouldn't even be able to eat the dirt at night, let alone drink water.
Fatty Wei's persistence finally paid off with reasonable rewards.
During the march in the afternoon, under the leadership of Hou Jun, a veteran, everyone finally entered the last 10 kilometers of the march with the leading position of the entire battalion.
At the starting point of the final 10-kilometer run, Li Zheng discovered an astonishing scene.
Brigadier Zhuang Yan, deputy brigade commander Li Haiou and chief of staff Han Xiaobei are already here!
Among the three, Li Haiou had the most terrifying look on his face. His head was dripping with sweat, and his face looked as if someone had smeared it with cucumber juice. He looked very scary.
Moreover, everyone was covered in sweat and mud, so it was obvious that they had walked here.
Fatty Wei pointed to the starting point from a distance and exclaimed: "Look, the brigade commander is there."
Zhuang Yan also saw Li Zheng and the others, and waved to them: "Li Zheng, hurry up, hurry up! A group of people have already passed by, see if you can catch up with them? The food at the finish line tonight is good, but it is still limited, so early
Eat early and rest early!”
Li Zheng couldn't believe his eyes. His "master" was already a brigade commander, and he was still going with him!?
"Brigadier, why are you here?" He couldn't help but ask a very stupid question.
He solemnly smiled and said: "You are such an interesting soldier. My troops are here. Where could I go if I were not here?"
Li Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then he realized his stupidity.
Before he could say the next sentence, Zhuang Yan had already lightly kicked him on the butt.
"Run quickly! Do you want to stay here to raise the baby!?"
Breeding?
Li Zheng and Hou Jun ran out along the mountain road. After running for a while, everyone finally realized that the brigade commander's words were really funny and couldn't help but laugh.
After Li Zheng and the others ran away, Zhuang Yan looked at the time and said to Li Haiou: "Deputy Brigadier, have you recovered your physical strength? We are about to start running too."
Li Haiou looked very reluctant. He didn't want to admit defeat, but he couldn't. He wanted to rise up, but he couldn't.
He suddenly regretted that during yesterday's meeting, he actually volunteered to follow the troops like these two lunatics.
I thought that at least we could have an even tie and win back some face from Master E.
I didn’t expect this damn...
These two guys act like they are playing, and they always get to the finish line first.
Not wanting to be looked down upon, he bit the bullet and tried his best to keep up, but in the end he almost became a cripple from exhaustion.
Han Xiaobei smiled meaningfully on the side and said: "I'm talking to Deputy Brigadier Li, yesterday we told you to go with the logistics vehicle, but you don't want to? I agree that all members of our team should go with the soldiers.
Training, but step by step, your current physical fitness..."
He shook his head and did not say the last sentence, "worse than a soldier."