Four people were replaced in the second quarter, but in the third quarter, they were all gone again.
In the end, even team leader Liu Feifan couldn't stand it anymore.
Only now did he understand why Teacher Qian had laughed and said nothing when he heard they said they wanted to sweep the other teams in the college.
Sweeping is sweeping, it is oneself who is swept.
The second half and two quarters of this game were nothing short of a massacre.
The last two substitutes were all replaced, and they were useless again in less than one quarter...
Therefore, he had no choice but to deliberately commit technical fouls and replace the person who had been replaced before...
When the basketball team of the special training team came over, they were carrying flags and running with various spears and sprints. Professional cameras were pointed at them and they took pictures all the way.
When we went back after the game, there were no slogans of victory, and no one took pictures. Everyone walked away with their heads bowed and in silence.
When we arrived downstairs in the dormitory, it was already dark, but Teacher Qian stopped everyone.
"Gather together and say a few words," he said.
The team slowly gathered together, everyone was worried and listless as if they were in retreat.
"What? You become like this after losing the ball?"
Standing in front of the team, Qian Jun's tone was unprecedentedly kind.
"Liu Feifan, you are the captain, tell me where you lost?"
Liu Feifan raised his head and looked at Qian Jun, then looked at his left and right, and finally said: "As an organizer and a captain, I review myself. Firstly, I am not collecting the opponent's information accurately. Secondly, I underestimate the enemy and be careless. Thirdly..."
"alright."
Qian Jun interrupted Liu Feifan.
"Now I am not asking you to write an analysis report, nor am I asking you to write a letter of self-reflection. Focus on the key points."
"Physical strength." Liu Feifan said: "The main reason for the failure was physical strength. They didn't change the first team, and we used all the substitutes."
Qian Jun shook his head: "As soon as you gather together, you will know that you have not found your own weaknesses. You do not lack skills and scientific training methods, but you lack the willpower to win. I just watched the whole audience, and it gave me the feeling
From the middle of the first quarter, you have been overwhelmed by other people's fierce attacks and can't even lift your heads."
"Tell the teacher." Li Nan said: "They are from the special forces. Their physical fitness is very good. If nothing else, bumping into the little captain who is grabbing the ball is like bumping into a piece of iron."
"What you are talking about is superficial." Qian Jun said: "You are all looking for objective excuses for your own failures. In fact, it is your subjective problem. Others treat the stadium as a battlefield, but what about you? Seeing others' bravery,
I couldn't help but become timid, and it would be strange not to lose in a fight like this."
"Actually, colleges and universities hold competitions like this every year. What's the point? It's just to let people like you understand where to go. This is the army. Do you understand?"
Qian Jun paused and glanced at every student present.
"You are specially recruited from the local area. You are all elites in your respective fields. I am afraid you were also top academics when you were in school. You all think that you will definitely win. That's right, the average height of the second squadron is the same as yours, let alone skills.
There is a big gap, but why did you lose? To put it bluntly, you are missing a breath, a temperament that only soldiers have, a temperament that does not compromise, does not admit defeat, and is not afraid of powerful enemies. Why are you specially recruited cadres allowed to come to the military academy first?
Study here for a year? What can I teach you here? I’m sorry, I have nothing to teach you professionally, but why are you still allowed to come here? Has anyone thought about it?”
No one in the team answered.
Qian Jun said: "It is to complete the transformation between the common people and the soldiers in a place. What I learned here is a kind of temperament, which is the temperament of a soldier as I just mentioned. Not admitting defeat, not afraid of strong enemies, and daring to meet in a narrow road. The brave will win with a bright sword."
Spirit!"
When he arrived, he comforted everyone: "Winning or losing is a common thing in the military. If you lose, you lose. All the big men are like chickens in the plague, what about it?! Now, I order you to go to the dining hall immediately to have dinner, and finish your meal."
After dinner, think carefully about what you can learn here this year and what you want to learn here. After thinking about it, we can discuss this topic carefully at the next organization planning meeting."
Finally, he waved his hand: "Let's eat!"
The special training team's journey to win the basketball championship was squeezed into a nearby ditch at the very beginning, and they couldn't even make it to the semifinals.
Qian Jun no longer expects the basketball game to bring any honors to the special training team. Now, all his hopes are on Li Zheng.
The previous special training teams have also never achieved anything in these two events. They have always been at the bottom with zero points, and no one has ever broken this record that has been maintained for many years.
Li Zheng is now the only hope for the entire squadron.
However, Li Zheng didn't go to the shooting range once these days, nor did he go to the weapons depot to get ammunition. He followed everyone in and out of class every day, as if the military competition in the hospital had nothing to do with him.
The military competition between all members is coming in a blink of an eye.
This time, Li Zheng finally appears.
Before the competition, Qian Jun was still a little unsure, so he went to find Li Zheng in person, hoping to warm up so as not to forget where the trigger was when he went to the shooting range.
Unexpectedly, Li Zheng smiled and raised his index finger, made a trigger-pulling motion, and then told Qian Jun: "Teacher, don't worry, my trigger is here, I can't forget it--"
After saying that, he pointed to his brain.
Qian Jun had nothing to do with Li Zhengzhong's confident answer.
The school's annual military competition for new students has finally begun with much anticipation. It is the top event among the college's students every year and is also the event that everyone is most looking forward to seeing.
Because the colleges in the academy come from different war zones and different combat units, this is also an opportunity to reflect the training quality of each unit.
Let’s see who is the hero and who is the hero on the training ground!
Trains are not pushed, and awesomeness is not boasted.
I usually brag that I am the ace, but if I am to be the ace at the critical moment, I have to produce results that can convince people.
"Why haven't you come yet?"
At the shooting range, instructor Qian Jun looked at his watch as he watched players from each team and squadron enter the shooting range one after another and go to the preparation area to report and line up.
It was already 8:40 in the morning, and the sniper competition officially started in 20 minutes. But just now Li Zheng said he was going to get something, and he went back to the dormitory, and he hadn't arrived yet.
"Come on, come on!"
Liu Feifan pointed to the distance and shouted.
I saw Li Zheng wearing a camouflage uniform, a bunny hat, combat boots, and carrying a large box containing the 26W high-precision sniper, trotting towards here.
"I'm coming."
"Hurry up and sign in over there, and someone will make arrangements for you." Teacher Qian pointed to the registration desk and pulled Li Zheng toward that end.
When we arrived at the sign-in area, there were already many people standing there signing in.
Teacher Qian suddenly stopped, looked at Li Zheng and said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you covering your face?!"
It turned out that Li Zheng's face was covered with a field scarf, which is one of the common equipment of special forces and has many magical uses in the field and actual combat.
"Cold, cold, I'm afraid of infecting others..." Li Zheng explained with a smile.
"Bullshit!" Teacher Qian ripped off Li Zheng's silk scarf: "I think you don't have a cold, you are sick!"
It didn't matter, but there was an exclamation from the side.
"Instructor Li! Why are you here?"
"Isn't this Instructor Li?"
"Instructor, aren't you discharged from the army?"
"Salute!"
"..."
Qian Jun was startled and turned to look around.
I saw several snipers surrounding them, standing upright in front of Li Zheng and himself.