After Lao Qi left, the solemn heart was empty, it always seemed like something was missing, and there was an indescribable air in his heart, like a balloon that was inflated by a pump.

Every day it's like this, and it's like that.

However, solemnity has a very good outlet.

Get up early every day, go to the foot of the mountain behind the cooking class, cross the thatch, and come to the small world of him and Yang Songlin. Swollen his hand before giving up.

Under the guidance of Yang Songlin, Zhuang Yan didn't understand the magic trick of luck, but his fists were really hard.

In this process of swelling, swollen and swelling, repeated again and again, Zhuang Yan gradually formed a thick layer of calluses on his fist, and he could really break a high-quality fire brick with one punch...

Yang Songlin also accompanies Zhuang Yan every day. He is a taciturn person, and Zhuang Yan has something in his heart, and he knows it.

So I just accompany him to practice the exercises silently, and silently cook the medicinal soup that cannot be taken orally for Zhuang Yan to soak his hands to reduce the swelling.

In the days when Lao Qi just left, the students in Class 7 were a little nervous, and they couldn't do anything.

Although the eighth squad leader Qian Zhongjun was in charge of the professional training, but the spirit of the old seven can't seem to come back.

Zhou Huping, the captain of the third squadron, stood by the training ground for several days, watching the training situation of the third district team.

When he arrived, he said to the instructor Wang Zengming: "After Luo Xiaoming left, the three district teams lost their backbone..."

"Is it possible to consider talking to the training department and ask them to select a squad leader from the dough to replace Luo Xiaoming?" Wang Zengming asked.

Zhou Huping sighed, shook his head and said, "I can't draw any more, now it's the end of September, everyone is preparing for the group army competition at the end of October, and the headquarters' acceptance test at the end of the year, it's all a radish and a pit, you let the company draw people. , No one wants to send their backbone here for free for our teaching team to work for a few months, not to mention that even if the teacher comes forward to suppress the order, I am afraid that the one who will be sent will not be a good squad leader, so I might as well not... "

Wang Zengming thought for a while and said, "Is it time for the military students assigned this year to arrive?"

Zhou Huping said: "Well, it's time to arrive. I heard that it's just these two days. I hope you can give us a better district captain."

Every September, it is the time for military cadets to report to Division 1.

Soldiers in the field army like to call those newly graduated military cadets "red cards", because after graduating from the military school, they are assigned to the company and need a year of practice before they can change to the rank of lieutenant.

For a military student, this year is a very important year.

As the saying goes, it is a mule or a horse, just pull it out for a walk and you will know.

Even if you are an undergraduate in the military academy, if you haven't been able to lead your platoon to a hoot this year, then you are still a scumbag in front of the company chief officer.

Every unit has its own little tradition, and the 1st Division is no exception.

The tradition of Division 1 is to conduct a thorough examination.

Military academy students are generally elite soldiers who have passed five levels and cut six generals and overcome all obstacles.

Just like Lao Qi, who is not qualified for the military academy until the third year, and must be the backbone of the company, at least a non-commissioned officer such as a squad leader. Otherwise, a company with more than 100 people who save so few poor indicators to take the test every year may not be able to pass the test. If you are not a backbone, not a party member, not a non-commissioned officer, or an outstanding soldier, why let you take the test?

Of course, not every cadet is the best.

The thorough examination of the directly affiliated team is held every year on the training ground of the teaching brigade. All military academy graduates assigned to the teaching brigade of the 1st division must take a military subject assessment on the training ground on that day.

The training team was on holiday that day, and the soldiers stopped training, but ran to the side of the training ground, sitting on the viewing platform or standing at the side of the training ground, watching the cadets who would become their platoon leaders sweat on the training ground. Have a go.

To be assessed in front of the soldiers who will become his subordinates, for every military cadet, he must show his true ability to press the bottom of the box.

You can't even match your own soldiers, how will you lead them in the future?

Therefore, every year the military academy freshmen are assigned to the next company's thorough examination, which is a soldier's festival and a nightmare for military academy students.

Especially in the teaching brigade, where the entire division's elites are concentrated, as long as the assessment results are slightly inferior, they will immediately be booed by the surrounding squad leaders who receive six and a half days of hell-style training every week.

When Zhuang Yan came into contact with this kind of thorough examination for the first time, he came to a conclusion. In fact, this kind of assessment is not impossible, but it is unnecessary to do it in such a high-profile manner. It's just giving these future grassroots officers a slap in the face - don't think that you're done after you finish the military school, don't think that you'll be awesome after you get an officer's license, and you don't even pee in the first division. no!

Two days later, the newcomer arrived.

That day, a military truck drove into the teaching brigade, stopped at the entrance of the brigade department, and jumped out of the carriage one after another, eight military cadets wearing red cards, backpacks and yellow buckets.

After a short gathering, the battalion leader Wen Zhixing and several squadron leaders held the roster and muttered for a while. Then, just like when the solemn soldier first arrived in the army, no one of the squadron leaders led their squadron. The "red card" returned to the company.

The soldiers giggled and pointed from a distance, applauding the new red-card officers.

"Hey hey hey, that one seems to be in good spirits."

"Maodan! You're so short, you don't have any momentum at first glance..."

"The captain of the first squadron is also short, okay! Which of you has the best military? Come out and take a couple of steps to see?"

...

Under the playful eyes of the soldiers, the red-carded officers were as honest as new recruits, lined up in an orderly manner, and followed the squadron leader back to the company.

Then there is the assembly, the entire squadron assembly.

"...Our squadron has three more district captains today. On behalf of the squadron, I welcome their arrival..."

Zhou Huping also briefly introduced the three new red cards.

The red cards also stood up one by one and introduced themselves.

When they were disbanded, one of them, Zhang Heping, with a red card, walked into the row room of the third district team with his luggage, and moved into the small private room that used to belong to the deputy district captain, Lao Qi.

After a while, Zhang Heping was seen walking out of the small private room, leaving the row room with a newspaper wrapped in his hand, and hurried upstairs to the office of the squadron leader Zhou Huping.

"No... No..." Zhang Heping had just left, and Wang Dazui saved his wringing hands, flicking his chin and flashing out of his bed.

Zhuang Yan asked: "Dazui, what can't you do? You can't?"

"Of course it's not me." Wang Datong pouted and pointed to the direction Zhang Heping left, "Don't you think that our new district captain... is a bit like that?"

Xu Xingguo said, "What is that? Big mouth, can you stop talking about it and hide it."

Wang Datong scratched his scalp a few times, and seemed to be searching for the right words to express his views. After thinking for a long time, he said, "In a word, this guy is not murderous!"

"murderous look?"

"Yes, you are like the old seventh. When you stare, your heart feels empty." Wang Dazui said, "That's called murder, right? But our new district captain doesn't seem to have such a spirit."

He said with a serious smile: "I think the captain of the new district is very kind and gentle, so he should get along well."

Wang Dazui slapped his thigh: "That's right! That's the problem. What kind of army are we? We are the fist army, where is the coaching team? It's the place where the squad leader trains, and there's not a lot of urine on the training ground. You still dare not say that you belong to the coaching team. Sven? What we want to save is not Sven, Sven is a special word for those little white faces with pink faces, here we are? These are not what we want!"

When Wang Dazui said this, no one said a word.

You look at me, I look at you.

Zhuang Yan also felt that what Wang Dazui said was quite reasonable.

Zhang Heping's skin is fair, thin and tall, and he doesn't have much muscle. He doesn't walk upright enough, and he feels a little gloomy.

General soldiers walk with their heads held high, few like Zhang Heping, and Zhang Heping's skin is too white and too delicate, like a girl's skin.

In a male-dominated world like the military, aesthetics and places vary widely.

If you look white, you are not welcome. If you look white, you will be considered a mechanic, or some kind of logistics soldier. The combat company really doesn't look at you directly.

Because the training units are as black as charcoal, and the skin is sun-dried layer after layer, you are a thin-skinned and tender person thrown in the middle of a pile of black men~lightnovelpub.net~ Of course, regarded as outliers.

What the combat unit advocates is strength and military. Just like Liu Jianwei, the captain of the first squadron of the teaching brigade, he is as short as Wu Dalang, but his hand grenade can go over 70 meters, and he can turn around without a protective rope. It's like playing, pick up the gun, shoot single, burst, and burst, the bullets will all hit the bull's-eye like opening eyes, and run five kilometers with three guns still running ahead.

This is called brute force.

When the big guys were talking about it, they suddenly heard a roar from the squadron leader in the small conference room on the second floor.

"roll!"

The third district team is on the first floor, and the squadron leader's office and small conference room are just on the second floor, so everyone can hear it clearly.

Curiously, the soldiers ran out of the row room and stretched out their heads to peek at the second floor.

It is rare to see people who can make Zhou Huping's poker face so angry.

Soon, everyone saw Zhang Heping blushing, hurried down from the second floor in embarrassment, and slipped into his small private room.