Chapter 233 Political Commissar, lets go together?
Order.
Another order.
That's what the army is like.
From the moment you join the army, from your squad leader to your platoon leader to your company commander, you have been told that military orders are like a mountain.
Or I might tell you that it is the duty of soldiers to obey orders.
All subsequent training and life will revolve around this principle.
Until it blends into your blood and penetrates into your bones, you just do it without thinking.
This is the order.
Li Zheng did as he was told.
That whole night, there was no rest.
It wasn't until 6 a.m. that the people in the ditch were called out.
That night, six people quit in a row.
Seeing someone shouting a report and asking to withdraw, the soldiers who stayed in the ditch had complicated expressions.
Fatty Wei wanted to raise his hands and announce his withdrawal several times.
That night in the ditch, Fatty Wei thought a lot. He had ten thousand reasons to give up.
The family conditions are so good, but you are just a soldier, do you have to work so hard?
The platoon leader said that this kind of training is dangerous, and if you don't pay attention, you will lose your life in a minute.
The subsidy of several hundred yuan a month is not enough to eat at a food stall at home, and I can't convince myself because of money.
When it came, he still didn't raise his hand.
Because later on, Tong Zhi allowed everyone to stand up and hug each other for warmth.
Every time someone couldn't bear to apply for withdrawal from Fatty Wei and wanted to raise his hand, Li Zheng would tightly hook his neck with his hands, suppress his arms, grit his teeth and read every word from between his teeth.
I squeezed out and told him: "Hold it! Don't admit defeat!"
Yes, he had 10,000 reasons to raise his hands and announce his resignation, but there was one reason he couldn't refuse to stay.
Can't lose!
Why do you want to be a soldier?
For Li Zheng, it is a kind of sentiment and repayment of gratitude.
For Fatty Wei, it was about proving himself.
If you quit, everything you have insisted on before will become meaningless.
Leave the special operations brigade and go to the infantry brigade?
Or go to the logistics support unit?
Wear a military uniform comfortably for two years, and then go home and hold your nose and brag about how awesome you are?
Fatty Wei felt that he couldn't pass his level, he couldn't do it.
Can't lose!
For this reason, when Tong Zhi announced the end of the cold-resistant training, Fatty Wei was still grinding his teeth and chattering in the water, but he persisted until the end.
After climbing into the ditch, the security personnel came up with big buckets and poured ginger soup for everyone.
One big bowl per person.
There's sugar in it.
A little spicy, a little sweet.
Li Zheng felt a little dizzy, as if his soul had left his body, and was lost in the lake. He stood there swaying like a fool with a cup of ginger soup.
Others are like him.
There was even one person in the second row who collapsed on the spot and was carried away by health workers and sent to the rescue.
"drink!"
Tong Zhi walked in front of everyone and roared like a wild beast at everyone.
Li Zheng looked at the platoon leader Tong Zhi in front of him, feeling that his voice came from another world, something invisible and intangible separated by a layer.
However, his consciousness had not completely disappeared, and he finally brought the ginger soup to his mouth.
The warm and sweet ginger soup slides down the esophagus into the stomach, bringing a burst of warmth. The body is like nectar, relying on this rare heat to gradually bring the lost consciousness back into the body.
Fatty Wei's legs were shaking and his hands were shaking too.
But he actually didn't know he was shaking because he couldn't feel it and he felt a little lost.
When they finally regained their composure, the brothers looked at each other and suddenly hugged each other and buried their heads on each other's shoulders.
The man's sobs were so heavy and suppressed that Li Zheng saw Fatty Wei's tears falling down his cheeks. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Can't lose.
Since you haven't lost, you can't let others hear your cry.
How can a man cry?
What a shame!
After venting the emotions he had accumulated all night, Tong Zhi drove everyone into the car again like herding sheep.
When he got to the car, he looked at his watch and announced happily as if he had picked up money on the ground: "Congratulations to everyone, you will have an hour and a half to rest after you go back, and then continue today's march plan. The same old rules, the same food ration.
The same amount of water is required. Drink and eat at your own discretion on the way. Don’t overflow with water. If you are really thirsty, just sip a little to moisten your throat.”
He said half-jokingly: "If you drink too much water and don't eat anything, your stomach will make a banging sound and you won't be able to run fast!"
The car returned on its original route on the mountain road.
Before Tong Zhi finished speaking, thunderous snoring could be heard in the carriage.
Li Zheng is broken.
When he was awakened by the siren the next day, he had forgotten—or had no time to recall how he got back to the camp.
Sometimes when people are overtired, they will become fragmented and fall asleep while walking, but they are still walking. This is very common in the high-intensity training of the Army Special Forces, especially in long-distance and high-intensity marches.
During hunter training or devil week, sometimes only 3-4 hours a day are allowed, and long-distance raids have to be carried out. When encountering steep mountain roads, experienced commanders usually ask their soldiers to use a rope or a
Backpack straps connect a class together.
In this way, even if a person slips and falls off the cliff, others can hold him and prevent him from disappearing while walking.
He still looked the same, and Li Zheng felt like he was a robot.
The tactical carrying equipment was always worn on the body. After getting up, I packed my backpack, carried my gun, put on my hat, and stumbled towards the meeting point.
Li Zheng had no memory of what company commander Ji Zhizhao said or gave instructions in front of the team that day.
His mind was a lake of slurry, and the sound was distorted when it reached his ears.
From yesterday to getting up this morning, including the pitiful two hours of rest after eating, everyone only had a tight four hours of rest.
Zhuang Yan, Li Haiou and the others stood on the roadside, watching each company pass by in front of them.
Many people yawned while walking, their faces full of exhaustion.
The little roosters that everyone wanted to be proud of when we set out on the first day have now become roosters that walk silently with their heads raised and not saying a word.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Li Haiou frowned and said: "Brigade Commander, I heard that many of their companies were sent to do cold-resistant training in the middle of the night last night until dawn. This is too little sleep time.
Order it!”
Luo Ruo on the side also agreed with him: "Brigadier Commander, I think Lao Li is right. Will something happen with this training method..."
Looking solemnly and calmly at the company going away, he said without turning his head: "Political Commissar, Lao Li, I know you love your soldiers as much as your sons, but the more you sweat in peacetime, the less you bleed in war. The army of every country is
To survive in the war, you must win the war. For an army that can win the war, survival is the most important prerequisite. If you cannot guarantee your survival, this army will have no meaning in existence. We
This is not a kindergarten or a school, this is a special forces force, this is a paradise for men, not a military training camp for students. As an instructor, you have no obligation to be kind, only the responsibility to train."
Li Haiou knew that Zhuang Yan was right.
He used to be a training fanatic and had very strict requirements for the Tigers.
But in the face of Zhuang Yan’s current training intensity, it’s completely childish.
"I still feel..."
Before he could express his opinion again, Han Xiaobei interrupted him.
"Lao Li, we will arrive at the beast camp tonight. We have prepared a big meal since we entered the camp. Do you want to try it together?"
Li Haiou's expression changed.
Han Xiaobei really doesn't like to pick up any of the pots.
To agree or not to agree?
He knew the arrangements for tonight, which were very fatal, and he was an old man...
Han Xiaobei actually didn't want Li Haiou to be chattering here. Seeing that Deputy Brigadier Li had shut up, he turned to Political Commissar Luo Ruo.
"Political Commissar, are you still taking the car today? Or are you walking with us?"
When Luo Ruo heard this, his face turned pale.
Who is Han Xiaobei?
This guy was so bad. Without waiting for Luo Ruo's answer, he added: "Don't be afraid. I will bring Deputy Brigadier Sun with me today. Our team will form a team and walk together for a day. It is also considered as exercise. In the special forces
In fact, there is a tradition. During Devil's Week, the brigade team members must also follow us on the march. It is up to you whether you practice or not when you enter the beast camp, otherwise those bad soldiers will look down on us officers."
Luo Ruoxiang had a yellow lotus seed in his mouth, and his facial features were almost squeezed together.
The deputy brigade commander next to him, Sun Anming, also looked embarrassed.
They didn't know whether what Han Xiaobei said was true or not, but if the deputy commander and political commissar of the special operations brigade really didn't even dare to march...
It seems that it really doesn’t make sense.
So Luo Ruoyi gritted his teeth and said: "Today we will follow on foot instead of taking a car!"
He said to Sun Anming next to him: "Come on, Old Sun, let's go get the backpack!"
After the two left, Zhuang Yan turned to Han Xiaobei, raised an index finger and pointed at him, making a mouth gesture: "You are so bad!"