Special Years

Chapter 722: Giving up is not the same as admitting c

Zhuang Yan finally met Yan Ming at the security point for breakfast.

There was a layer of mist on Yan Ming's face. It was just misty at that time, and Yan Ming's face was as blurry as a mountain in the mist.

Of course, Zhuang Yan did not know that Yan Ming had withdrawn from the pre-selection training.

He was very happy to see the master here.

After all, if you come up, it does not prove that you have passed the test.

"Master, are you here too?"

Looking solemnly below, there are still many people pushing carts, or waiting to push carts.

In the 80th, there is no running.

"I quit."

Yan Ming said something in an inaudible voice, and then went straight to the table full of various foods. The security guard handed over a rice bowl of milk and drank more than half of it with his head up.

Then he still raised his head and looked at the sky.

"What did you say?"

When Zhuang Yan heard the word "exit", he couldn't believe his ears.

quit?

This is something I never thought about.

Yan Ming looked at the sky for a while, lowered his head, stuffed the meat buns into his mouth, and chewed with big mouthfuls.

Eat one, take another, eat another, take another...

He just ate five or six meat buns in a row, regardless of Zhuang Yan, who was foolishly waiting for his answer.

In the end, maybe he felt it was necessary to make it clear, he turned his face and said to Zhuang Yan seriously, "I quit."

"This……"

Zhuang Yan was a little anxious.

"Did your leg hurt?"

The only reason I can think of is this.

Yan Ming suddenly became angry.

Fire almost without warning.

"Enough! Don't ask, okay! That's right! I have a recurring leg injury, and I'm useless! I don't even have the courage to push a cart here with someone else - no, I'm sure I do. No more! I'm old! I'm no longer suitable for this unit!"

After saying that, he turned to leave, and soon disappeared into the distance.

Majestic stood there in a daze, not recovering for a long time.

Su Huikai came over, looked at Zhuang Yan, and looked at the direction Yan Ming left, and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you quarreling?"

Zhuang Yan finally didn't speak, shook his head, turned back to the car and sat down, put his hat on his face, and said nothing.

He came over and pulled Su Huikai seriously: "Don't ask."

"What's the matter?" Su Huikai was still confused.

Seriously said: "I just heard the discussion from the Siberian Tigers, and our sixth company deputy retired from training."

"Retired from training!? Ah? What kind of international joke are you making?" Su Huikai couldn't accept this fact.

Yesterday, the four of them infiltrated, reconnaissance, and attacked together.

But today, there was no sign in the blink of an eye, and Yan Ming retired from training.

Without any vigour and vigour, without any sacrifice of life, actually...

You just quit like that?

What nonsense!

"Hey, I said what happened to the Sixth Lieutenant?" Su Huikai was a little unhappy: "We worked hard to help him some time ago, didn't we just get through the physical fitness test for the past two months? He can enter the cultural course in a few months, how can he..."

Seriously: "Old Su, how old are you now?"

"Me? Two months short of 21 years old." Su Huikai asked, "Is there any problem?"

With a serious smile, he patted Su Huikai on the shoulder: "Come on, when you're 30 years old and you've spent ten years in the special forces, you'll understand why Deputy Company Commander Yan is?"

"I don't understand. I, Su Hui, can stop at the beginning, but never back down." Su Huikai said, "I don't have the word "recognize counsel" in my dictionary."

"This is not a confession!" The serious tone became hard: "He doesn't want to drag others down, not all giving up is a confession!"

Once the seriousness increases, it shows that he is really on fire.

Su Huikai also didn't want to be in trouble.

Soon, the serious face eased and he said, "Okay, don't think too much, take the time to rest, or we may all be eliminated by the old white hair."

Zhuang Yan and others left the support point near the valley and river to continue their training elsewhere, while Yan Ming put on his backpack and was eliminated like the others, or the team members who chose to quit because they couldn't continue to survive got on the truck returning to the base.

Due to exhaustion, on the way back, everyone fell asleep.

Yan Ming couldn't sleep.

Sit in the car and look out of the car.

Along the way, the scenery outside the car passed by like a picture, and the ten-year military career was repeated in my mind again and again like a film roll.

In that Devil Week assessment, from the jungle to the seaside, helicopters were used for training directly. The subjects covered more than 20 subjects such as long-distance infiltration reconnaissance, military topography, field survival, raiding and capturing prisoners, 12-kilometer sea rowing, special rescue, etc. Subjects, from the sea to the air, from the air to the jungle, after a lot of tossing, there are only sixty people left in the entire reserve team.

The solemn and solemn, Su Huikai and the three actually stood up.

Many of the originally assigned groups have been dismantled due to various factors, and after reorganization, 15 groups have been formed.

Returning to the base five days later, the old white-haired "kindly" announced that everyone had one day to clean up their housekeeping and make rest adjustments.

Lying solemnly on the bed, he slept like death for most of the day.

Until Yan Ming came to find him.

Yan Ming didn't leave yet, which made Zhuang Yan a little overjoyed.

It turned out that Yan Ming's knee injury was relatively serious. He first lay in the field hospital for three days, and it was estimated that he would have to apply for hospitalization again when he returned to the "Red Arrow" brigade.

"Shall we go out for a walk?"

Yan Ming pointed to the outside of the row house.

"Okay!" Zhuang Yan put on a camouflage uniform without saying a word, and went out with Yan Ming.

In addition to the barracks, the two walked to the training ground and chatted while walking in circles along the track.

In the suburbs of Beijing in late spring, the new green on the trees is already quite large, and everywhere is lush and lush, sweeping away the decadence of autumn and winter, and there is a vigorous look everywhere.

Yan Ming looked at the new shoots on the canopy, and the more he looked, the more emotional he became.

"I may have to change careers. When I go back to the team this time, I want to go to the General Hospital to treat this old leg first, and then I may submit a report to the team captain to apply for a career change."

Yan Ming's unreasonable words almost made Zhuang Yan jump three feet high.

"Ah? What did you say?!"

The solemn expression changed.

In his opinion, Yan Ming was disheartened by the withdrawal of the reserve team's selection and training, and even wanted to end his career as an officer in the army.

This is self-defeating!

"Just because of this loss?" he asked. "What does a failure mean!? Who hasn't failed before?"

"Come on, you new soldier, are you filling my soul with chicken soup as a veteran? I eat more salt than you eat rice. Don't be a life mentor in front of me, boring!"

Yan Ming stopped and looked around for a while before his eyes returned to the solemn face.

"You ask me if it's because of the failure of this training session? I think... yes... nor..."

Zhuang Yan was anxious: "Master~lightnovelpub.net~ Is it falling to the ground, or not?"

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Third more.

Treasure is complete.

Hell week, devil week, these workouts are nothing new, so I won't rewrite them.

This book, more or less, still revolves around the growth process of a soldier.

From the special forces soldiers to the officers, to the commanders behind, it fully shows the development of the army over the years, as well as the growth process of an outstanding soldier.

Please wait and see.

There will be more conflicts between characters and problems facing real society later.

Worth a look.