Li Haiou took off his hat and wiped some sweat on his face.
Han Xiaobei saw that he was carrying it hard. In fact, he didn't want Li Haiou to really carry it. After all, he was much older than the two of them. Although there was an unwritten rule in the special operations brigade, the training of officers and soldiers was
Consistently, it is not required to reach the peak level of a soldier, but at least it must be able to complete various training contents.
After Zhuang Yan became the brigade commander, he continued his consistent style. All cadres at the battalion level and below in the brigade must participate in daily training. For training as intense as Devil Week, cadres at the brigade level and above not only need to participate in some events, but also at the battalion level and above.
Physical fitness, shooting, and tactics must be participated in. Cadres below the company level must basically work together with the soldiers, and there is no special distinction.
For Han Xiaobei and Zhuang Yan, participating in such a long-distance march is not too difficult, but for those cadres left behind by the old E Division, it can be considered fatal.
Originally, as deputy brigade commander, considering that Li Haiou had no previous experience in this field, he was originally going to let him, political commissar Luo Ruo and deputy brigade commander Sun Anming ride to the meeting point by car, but unexpectedly Li Haiou refused.
He even felt that Luo Ruo and Sun Anming were actually humiliating Master E. Wouldn't this make Zhuang Yan and Han Xiaobei look down on Master E even more?
Li Haiou still has some confidence in his physical fitness. After all, he is a cadre who has been promoted to the top military positions. Over the years, when he became interested in the company, he also worked hard with the company's soldiers, running five kilometers and so on, and he could always run in the first echelon.
This time it was just a forced march, and it was not too difficult in his opinion.
Unexpectedly, the forced march was actually a forced march, but the intensity was no longer at the same level as the previous squats of the company and the small training organized by the regiment.
Just walking through that swamp made Li Haiou suffer.
The ten-kilometer run that followed had drained Li Haiou of all his physical energy.
In fact, deep down in his heart, he very much hoped that either Zhuang Yan or Han Xiaobei would feel too tired and want to take a ride, so that he could logically follow suit and Shi Shiran could finish this 120-kilometer trek comfortably.
military.
Unexpectedly, Madman Zhuang and Han Xiaobei ended up here chatting and laughing, all the while taking care of themselves.
Now, there are still ten kilometers to go before the meeting point for the night’s camping. He has survived the whole day. Even if he climbs these last ten kilometers, Li Haiou still has to climb to the finish line.
He ignored Han Xiaobei's dissuasion and gritted his teeth and began his final run.
Looking at Li Haiou's back, Han Xiaobei said to Zhuang Yan: "Old Li, I thought he was annoying at first, but now that I look at him, he is actually a man."
He solemnly smiled and said, "Did you just realize that? Lao Li is a regimental commander with a very personal personality. You should give him the respect he deserves. In time, he will be a very good deputy brigade commander."
After that, he waved his hand.
"Let's go and accompany Lao Li to the finish line."
…
The campsite for the night was in a valley next to a remote mountain village.
Within a radius of fifty kilometers, except for this village, there is almost no trace of human beings.
The village is very small, with only about a hundred households in total. Due to its remote location, young people have already gone to the city to work, or stayed in the first, second, and third tier cities after studying. Only some old people are unable to leave their hometown and still stay here. Here, guarding the land of our ancestors and guarding that loneliness.
Although the location is remote, thanks to the most beautiful rural projects carried out in recent years, there is actually a narrow cement road leading directly to the village.
Most of the last ten kilometers were run on concrete roads.
Some people may feel that running on concrete roads is more comfortable than running on mountain roads.
This is wrong too.
If the mountain road is not a stone road with rugged rocks, but a loess road and a red soil road, it will actually be more comfortable to run on than a cement road.
Because the mud has a cushioning effect, as long as it is not mud, the comfort is quite good.
This is not the case on cement roads.
The cement roads in the mountains are all ups and downs, and going uphill is equally strenuous. The worst thing you can do is go downhill. Your heels have to bear a lot of weight, especially when your physical strength is exhausted. If you are not careful, you may even turn into a rolling gourd. As a result, the back of the head often hurts from the shock, and the heels are most likely to swell.
Therefore, veterans actually like to run on slightly harder dirt roads rather than pure cement roads.
During the 10-kilometer run in the afternoon, except for the crotch grinding, the rest of the soldiers in one platoon went smoothly.
They actually caught up with the first echelon and reached the finish line as one of them.
Except for the first company, which has the largest number of soldiers, most of the first echelon are scouts from the old reconnaissance battalion.
After all, one was a model company in training and the other was the elite of the division, so the training was naturally better.
Everyone saw the long table set up in the camp from a distance, which was the same as the one at noon.
It was the familiar tall cooking squad leader named Zhang Fei.
It was the second lieutenant who had people carry out food that looked like water and told them to go away if they didn't eat it.
The second lieutenant recognized Hou Jun and Li Zheng at a glance, clapped his hands gently and said: "Not bad! Not bad! The first batch has arrived. You have caught up and can eat good food. Now you know whether I said what I said at noon." Is it wrong?"
The soldiers nodded one after another.
After all, the second lieutenant was right about noon.
If you are stubborn and don't eat, you will probably not be able to show your performance in running on an empty stomach in the afternoon, and you will not be able to eat hot food for this meal in the evening.
Everyone rushed to the table and had to hurry up to get the food.
People came one after another from behind.
If you move slowly, they may be sold out later.
What was lined up on the table this time was not lunch boxes, but silver battle basins.
Li Zheng was ecstatic.
The war preparation basins are all used to hold vegetables. It seems that we will be cooking tonight.
So cool!
His stomach couldn't wait for the comfort of food and began to growl in protest.
"ah!?"
"what is this!?"
When they squeezed to the table, Li Zheng and his comrades were dumbfounded.
Everyone thought there was something wrong with their eyes and they were seeing things wrong.
Hou Jun couldn't help but ask Zhang Fei, the cooking squad leader in charge of food security: "Old Zhang, are you sure this is dinner and not a meal you were too lazy to prepare?"
No.
Precisely.
There is no food here.
Only vegetables.
but……
Strictly speaking, the dish is not a dish.
Each war preparation basin is not filled with fragrant "vegetables" in the traditional sense fried from a big pot, but...
A naked chicken with all its feathers removed. If you look closely, your eyes are still half-open, staring at these soldiers standing at the table with confused and horrified expressions.
One by one, the fish are still alive, twisting and snapping in the basin.
Apart from that, the most chilling thing is the last battle basin.
It's a snake...
That's right.
snake.
However, Hou Jun was well-informed and saw that the snake was a non-venomous snake.
only……
The snake is alive...
That's right.
Live.
Neither skinned nor killed, there was a whole basin of snakes squirming in the war basin, raising its head and hissing...
"Fuck me!"
Fatty Wei’s two-character curse expressed the thoughts of all the soldiers present.