Chapter 23 The Transfer Student of the Iron Fist Group
The Thirty-Eighth Group Army has too much glorious history and numerous achievements. From resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea to self-defense and counterattack, it has created countless iron-blooded troops. The Iron Fist Regiment is one of them. Many fighting heroes have emerged. Joining the Iron Fist Regiment seems to be an honor for soldiers. In fact, recruits
Eggmen don't think so.
The Iron Fist Recruitment Camp is the beginning of a nightmare.
Strictly adhere to the creed of sweating more in peacetime and bleeding less in wartime.
The soldiers of the Iron Fist Regiment often say that the Second Artillery Regiment has a hard time and the Iron Fist Regiment has even more hardships. This is definitely not an exaggeration.
In an open training ground, 300 recruits who have been trained for two months in the new camp gathered for a meeting. The number of recruits was smaller than the regular battalion level. Most of the recruit battalion commanders were company-level cadres. There were 300 recruits. Except for the lack of shoulder and collar badges, it was difficult for outsiders to distinguish them.
The difference between new recruits and veterans is entirely due to the Iron Fist Regiment's arduous training methods that surpass those of ordinary field troops.
"I announce that our recruit camp has welcomed a new member, everyone applauds." The commander of the recruit camp had a loud voice and took the lead in applauding. The three hundred people immediately applauded rhythmically. They thought that a new cadre had come to the recruit camp, so how could they want to step on the stage?
He is actually a new recruit wearing a training uniform.
Yang Chen walked onto the stage and faced three hundred people.
The next moment he would be one of them. He could see the confusion in their eyes. He thought that it might be surprising that he joined the class. In fact, there was another thing. He did not expect that most of the recruits below were gloating about their misfortune. The master who could join the class
, there must be a background, why would you come to the Iron Fist group, how stupid is that?
"First company commander, this soldier is entrusted to you."
The commander of the recruit battalion pointed to the position of the first company and signaled that Yang Chen could go down. Yang Chen walked calmly towards the first company. The commander of the first company, Second Lieutenant Jiang Enyao, looked unhappy. He had worked hard to lead the recruits for two months and achieved outstanding results. Suddenly, a "transfer student" came
"Wouldn't the recruit training and assessment in one month be a drag on the whole company?
"Stand at the back!" Jiang Enyao said angrily, feeling as if he was eating flies. All the recruits in the company focused their attention on the new "comrade in distress". They knew that in the coming days, this unlucky guy would be the special one for the company commander.
The objects of care are mostly dead and have delaminated skin.
Yang Chen stood at the back of the company without changing his expression.
The commander of the recruit battalion summarized the training situation in the first two months and put forward requirements for the next training. Afterwards, the meeting adjourned. The troops were indeed different from other places and showed a capable style everywhere.
Yang Chen was eventually divided into a company and a platoon. The recruit camp was organized into platoons. The platoon leader was a non-commissioned officer. The dormitories, offices, leisure and even canteens of the recruit camp were concentrated in a four-story building. Yang Chen followed the people in the platoon.
Entering a room about the size of a classroom on the second floor, there were seventeen groups of bunk beds neatly arranged.
The platoon leader was a good person, so he left the lower bunk where Yang Chen originally slept, and ordered the two recruits who had the best housekeeping skills to teach Yang Chen how to fold the quilt. Yang Chen looked at the thin quilt, said I can, and started to do it.
Influenced and trained by his father since childhood, he has mastered the technique of folding quilts into tofu cubes.
The recruits in the room gathered around and stared with wide eyes. Most of them were in disbelief. They were wondering if this guy was a veteran or a recruit? Jiang Enyao, the commander of the first company who quietly walked in, saw the whole process of Yang Chen folding the quilt. He was stunned for a moment, and his face changed slightly. He was not like before.
It looked ugly, but I thought to myself, this guy can do it well, and if he works hard, he won't necessarily drag down the whole company.
In the next month, Yang Chen's performance became more and more shocking.
Category B troops are ordinary troops. Recruit training can be summarized into four categories: internal affairs, political education, physical fitness, and formation. Later, live ammunition shooting and bomb dropping are added. Live ammunition shooting can pass three out of ten. The Iron Fist Regiment is the elite in Category A.
The amount of training is huge and the requirements are very strict, almost twice that of ordinary troops. The new recruits are likened to a person who can't survive but can't die. Every day, your physical strength is depleted, but you won't be injured or collapsed.
It can be said that the new recruits of the Iron Fist Corps are wandering miserably at the critical point of physical and mental collapse.
Yang Chen, a transfer recruit who was often given "little treatment", endured several times more training than others. In the last month of training, he became a dazzling benchmark among recruits. The entire recruit camp turned their attention to him.
During the assessment, three hundred recruits showed three abnormalities.
One person each for the first company, the second company, and the third company.
Yang Chen, Wu Jie, and Ding Hao occupy the top three in turn.
The head of the regiment personally inspected the recruits' assessment and personally put on the collar, shoulder, and cap badges for the three of them. The three became real soldiers.
Yang Chen stood at attention and saluted, staring at the figure of the leader and political commissar walking in front of him. He felt as if he had received a high school admission notice. He was far from excited. He knew that another starting point in life was stepping on his feet. After so many ups and downs, he couldn't help but secretly pray and hope.
That bitch of fate, stop raping yourself.
It's not that Yang Chen is afraid.
Being teased by fate again and again, it is inevitable to feel anxious.
"If any of you are interested in competing with the few soldiers I brought, you can shoot and fight. Don't be embarrassed. If you want to show your face, please go out and go out." Wang Guoxing, the leader of the Iron Fist Regiment on the training ground, looked down at all the recruits with a final look.
Falling into the top three in the recruit assessment.
At the same time, in the front row of the recruit formation, Yang Chen, Wu Jie, and Ding Hao all stepped forward and came out of the queue!
Pretending...not at all. In the special environment of the military camp, you must have the ambition to be the best in order to win more respect and honor.
Wang Guo
, it is difficult to defeat the top soldiers of the Iron Fist Regiment who have been tempered for thousands of years.
What's more, shooting, capturing, and fighting are all subjects that are barely touched upon in recruit training.
"Go and accompany them again and again." Wang Guoxing glanced at the few soldiers behind him, and immediately three people came out and walked off the stage. First, they competed in live ammunition shooting, and then in combat. No matter the cadres from the regiment on the stage or the recruits present, everyone held their breath and concentrated.
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Yang Chen came first. His opponent was a veteran with a weathered face. He wielded a Type 95 assault rifle and fired in a half-crouched position. Yang Chen, who had only fired live ammunition while lying on his stomach, followed suit without showing any signs of weakness. Many recruits stared at him and fired in a half-crouched position.
It's more difficult than prone shooting, and the huge recoil is enough to make novices suffer.
This kid really dares to learn.
The group leader Wang Guoxing and the political commissar looked at each other and smiled.
When the crisp gunfire sounded continuously, the smiles on the two people's faces gradually froze, and they could not hide their surprise, finally realizing the importance of talent.
After each person fired ten rounds of bullets, the gunfire fell silent.
Yang Chen lost, but in the eyes of everyone, this guy was honored even though he was defeated!
It was just over a month after joining the army, and the gap between him and the top veterans of the Iron Fist Regiment was only six rings, which was unbelievable. Little did they know that Yang Chen was not satisfied with his results. He shot in a half-crouching position and was unfamiliar with the recoil of firearms, which led to his defeat.
Or a little bit unwilling.
He laughed at himself, removed the magazine, put down the gun gently, and looked sideways at the veteran beside him. There was a trace of admiration in the veteran's stunned eyes. The two stood up in unison and stood three meters apart facing each other.
"This recruit named Yang Chen is not an ordinary soldier. He looks like a master." Wang Guoxing, who once led the reconnaissance platoon to infiltrate behind enemy lines in the Southern Xinjiang Campaign, is a master of combat. At a glance, he could see that Yang Chen was extraordinary at this moment. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was shocked.
An even more surprising scene happened.
The veteran quickly bullied him, trying to knock Yang Chen down with a lightning-fast move, but Yang Chen reacted faster and cleverly turned around and threw him over his shoulder. He was thrown almost three meters away, winning with one move.
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The whole place was dead silent.
Then there was loud applause.
This time the applause was very messy and lost the sense of rhythm, but the surprise and admiration in the hearts of the recruits were fully revealed.
Yang Chen walked over and picked up the fallen veteran with grinning teeth. The veteran was very generous and patted Yang Chen on the shoulder and said good job.
Yang Chen entered the queue calmly, unfazed by the favor or humiliation.
On the reviewing stand, the regiment leader Wang Guoxing stared at the recruit for a long time, keeping this recruit firmly in his heart.
Next, Wu Jie and Ding Hao tied with the veterans respectively, pushing the atmosphere of the audience to climax. There was thunderous applause. Wang Guoxing, who was in a complicated mood on the stage, had to sigh: These new recruits are hiding dragons and crouching tigers.
