Early the next morning, after the wake-up horn sounded, Zhang Heping changed his habit of swaying in his last habit, wearing a camouflage uniform and waiting on the lawn of the gathering place.

After the team participated in the squadron's assembly, Zhang Heping took the team to the eighth squad leader Qian Zhongjun, but he ran into the queue of soldiers.

Qian Zhongjun said stunned: "District captain, you are..."

Zhang Heping said, "I'll be an officer when we gather in the future, and I'll be a cadet when we're training. The seventh squad leader, give me an order!"

Qian Zhongjun couldn't figure out what medicine Zhang Heping was selling in the gourd. After all, he was an officer. He had made mistakes and was rectified as a soldier, but he had never seen himself so active.

Since then, Qian Zhongjun has become more mindful in training - since you asked me to do this, I will do it. I want to see what kind of muscle Zhang Heping has suffered, or just pretend to show everyone.

After those few days, Zhang Heping seemed to be serious. On sunny and rainy days, the soldiers rolled in the wind and mud. The skin on the originally fair face was sunburned. of milk.

A real general is a sublimation from a soldier. If you want to be a good officer, you must first be a good soldier.

This sentence was the last sentence of Zhou Huping's long talk at the equipment yard that night before he left.

Two weeks later, Zhou Huping came to the training ground. At that time, Zhang Heping was flipping through the high walls on the obstacle course with his students. It's just a very simple action, but the requirements are almost harsh.

The two-meter-high wooden wall is first jumped with bare hands, and then with armed force. The run-up, kicking the wall, vacating, turning, and going down the wall. Every subtle movement has strict standards. Just a slight error will affect the coherence of the entire movement. sex.

There are 14 obstacles in a 400-meter obstacle, and each obstacle has a slight error. Each error causes even a 0.1 second error, then the overall score is 1.4 seconds behind. This 1.4 seconds may be enough on the battlefield. your life.

After watching for more than half an hour, Zhou Huping called Zhang Heping outside the training ground, and the two walked around the route that night. When it was over, Zhou Huping stopped at the side of the training ground: "It's been two weeks, tell me, what did you feel?"

Zhang Heping's eyes flickered for a few seconds, he lowered his head and thought for a while, gritted his teeth and spit out a word: "Bitter."

"Well, bitter." Zhou Huping's smile contained a lot of deep taste, "Bitter is right."

Yeah, who doesn't know the hardships of being a soldier?

But how hard? If you have never been a soldier and come from a prosperous world, who has ever had a profound experience?

It is said that soldiers have to train every day, which is very hard; soldiers eat poorly, and they have to carry their heads on the battlefield at critical moments; soldiers live poorly and manage strictly, and they need two certificates to go out.

But who knows how painful it is?

On TV, I saw those soldiers shot down, but have you ever tried kneeling with a gun muzzle hanging a few bags of grenades to aim at the target for an hour without moving and feeling cramps in your calf?

Have you ever tried to run ten kilometers on a rugged trail in the wild with 40 pounds of equipment on your back, and have you run back and forth ten times on the 500-meter comprehensive training ground when you just arrived at the destination?

Have you ever tried to throw a grenade a thousand times a day, and found that your forearm is bigger than it used to be when you eat at night, is it that bitterness that your chopsticks are shaking and you can't even lift the rice? Have you ever experienced the pain and guilt of choosing when your relatives are fighting against death in the hospital, but you are ordered to return to the team?

There is no absolute right to speak without personal experience.

Zhou Huping opened Zhang Heping's palm, a rolled cocoon flower on it, rolled up his sleeves, and new scars on his elbows covered the old wounds.

"How is your relationship with the students?"

"Not yet, they still didn't pay much attention to me."

Zhou Huping looked at the training ground, and the sweaty figures were still active in the dust.

"The captain of the acting district before you was called Luo Xiaoming. He has been acting as the district captain since last year. In the eyes of the students of the third district team, he is the leader of the third district team. Just a few days after you came, he arrived The military academy went. And your performance when you first came was really disappointing, so they couldn't accept you in a short time. Of course, you have to think from another aspect, the more loyal soldiers are, when they accept you , you will gain more respect and obedience."

Zhang Heping straightened his military posture: "I understand."

Captain Zhou's eyes still stayed on those soldiers, staring for a long time before he turned his face, seriously pondering on Zhang Heping's face for a while: "At the end of the month, the army competition will be held, and Master Cai called to say, if you are in If you can throw 65 meters in a big competition, he will still sign for you to be transferred away.”

"Captain, I..."

"Don't say it, the army should not only keep people, but also keep your heart. If you really decide to leave, no one will stop you."

Zhou Huping interrupted Zhang Heping's words: "But you have to remember that no matter which army you will serve in the future, whether in logistics or in the provincial military region, after all, you are still a soldier, don't lose your face as a soldier."

When Zhou Huping spoke, Zhang Heping felt a burning burning sensation on his face. In the past, he also carefully separated the logistics and the military departments of the provincial military districts from the army combat units. Those are two worlds, in his conception. It is much easier in the logistics department or the provincial military region than here, and sometimes people even forget that they are in the army and that they are still wearing the uniform of the People's Liberation Army.

Zhang Heping has lived in the halo left by his father since his first day in the army. The head of the group, Wang Fulai.

In order to take care of the orphans of his comrades, Wang Fulai was transferred to the police communication company, and then served as his own public servant.

Said to be a public servant, but in fact Wang Fulai treated him as his own son.

After a few years of being a soldier, as if he had never been a soldier, he followed the commander to run to the grassroots level. Those lieutenant company commanders and major battalion commanders saw themselves smiling like a flower, which made people feel fluttering. I went all the way to the military academy, and I didn't suffer much in the military academy. The director of the political department of the military academy was also my father's old comrade-in-arms. He actually achieved a third-class merit in his three-year military academy career. People know better than themselves.

When assigning, the director had a talk with himself, mainly to understand his willingness to assign.

An overly smooth military career gave Zhang Heping the illusion that he was going nowhere. As long as he was willing ~lightnovelpub.net~, he could go smoothly on any military road.

Under this wrong idea, he thought of his father's old army - this army front-line army called the Southern Lions.

However, the situation was completely beyond his expectations. This troop did not put itself in the position of a hero and son like the detachment he was in in the past. The halo of his father in the old troop did not bring him any blessings.

On the day when Deputy Commander Cai asked him to drop the bomb in front of the entire teaching team, Zhang Heping was very sad to find that he, who was born in a military family, was no different from those ordinary soldiers, but that he had an officer uniform more than others. .

To be a good officer, you must first be a good soldier.

Zhou Huping's words awakened Zhang Heping, who had been completely ignored and depressed. For the first time in so many years, he had carefully chewed on his military career, starting from the day he became a soldier. The conclusion I came to was shocking - from the day I put on the military uniform, I only formally enlisted in the army, and I didn't have the pursuit of being a soldier in the country at all, as if I was on a journey to find the shadow of my father.

How can a soldier who is not a soldier gain the military respect of other soldiers?