Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Jiang Cheng has been here for a week, and he has been very low-key before, and he is considered a little transparent existence in the platoon.

Everyone knew that he was not an instructor, but he was recruited here because he had very good eyesight.

As for how good eyesight is, Jiang Cheng has no chance to show it.

But everyone soon discovered that Jiang Cheng's training was really bad.

It's not normal.

It is very bad.

What do you mean very bad?
In a word - at the bottom.

It's really bottom.

Everything comes last.

The first time I ran ten kilometers, Jiang Cheng’s face turned as white as a dead man before he even started running. Finally, he went to beg Tong Pai, saying that the platoon leader was really bad for me. I hadn’t run ten kilometers. It's rare to run three kilometers, and I can't run ten kilometers.

But who is Tong Pai?
That's the big devil from the special forces, and he doesn't have the kindness to talk about it when he is on the training ground. Even if he and the front row leader Hou Jun were good friends from the top training team back then, they still have no sympathy to talk about during training.

Let alone Jiang Cheng?
In the end, Jiang Cheng was dragged and dragged by Tong Zhilian to the finish line, and immediately fell to the ground and passed out after crossing the finish line.

Of course, it wasn't Jiang Cheng who fainted alone. The most direct impression of ten kilometers sounds is that it is five kilometers more than five kilometers.

But the hard work of running is not as simple as one five kilometers plus one five kilometers.

Li Zheng respected Zhuang Yan very much. After all, he was half a master. His shooting skills were only opened up after being instructed by Zhuang Yan.

Seeing Jiang Cheng scolding Zhuang Yan, the apprentice must ask clearly.

"Why did the Brigadier cheat on you?"

It's fine if you don't ask, but when you ask, Jiang Cheng opens his mouth and looks up to the sky, crying even more bleakly.

"I said I don't understand anything, he said I can understand after practice, I said I'm not special forces material, he said I'm talented, I said special forces are too hard for me to go, he said you watch special forces on TV Is it majestic? Wearing camouflage is different from others! I said that I just want to be discharged from the army in two years and go home. He said that I didn’t stop you, two years is two years. I didn’t know until I came. It's... woo woo woo..."

In fact, this should be a very sad thing. I don’t know why it changed when Jiang Cheng yelled out of his mouth. Everyone listened, and Fatty Wei was the first to start laughing after listening.

This guy himself was screaming that he was going to die just now, but he laughed like a dog in a blink of an eye.

He smiled, and the others covered their mouths and laughed.

For a moment, the bathroom was filled with joyful atmosphere.

"You really have no sympathy..."

Jiang Cheng turned his head and saw Fatty Wei stuffing his mouth with a towel, smiling so much that the corners of his eyes were filled with tears of distress or laughter. Wiping away tears with a towel, he turned his head and walked out.

"Hey...don't...I mean no harm."

Fatty Wei knew that he had gone too far and wanted to apologize, but Jiang Cheng disappeared outside the door in a blink of an eye, leaving him no chance.

This time, the comrades in the same platoon who had sympathized with Fatty Wei just now began to despise him.

"Old Wei, you're laughing so unreasonably! Jiang Cheng has no training foundation and has suffered more than us."

"That's right! Everyone is like this, and you are still laughing! How sympathetic!"

"Old Wei, I don't sympathize with you anymore, you deserve it!"

When everyone left, they walked up to Fatty Wei and rolled their eyes at him, almost spitting.

Fatty Wei felt that he had shouldered everything and was greatly wronged. He turned to Li Zheng for support: "They laughed just now, but they didn't laugh out loud. Damn, I'm the only one who is a sinner in such a blink of an eye? "

Li Zheng wanted to comfort Fatty Wei, but suddenly realized that he couldn't comfort anyone.

Why don't you want to cry?
If it wasn't for wearing a military uniform, he was a man anyway, and he wanted to cry a lot.

Fatty Wei didn't do it on purpose, and Jiang Cheng wasn't weak either.

The life of the special forces is really hard.

However, he soon discovered that he was still naive.

I thought the beginning of this week was already bitter enough, but I didn't expect the next days to be even more bitter.

This reminded him of a line from an old movie - the days to come will be more difficult...

That afternoon, when he came back from the training ground, he sang queue songs and walked towards the barracks. On the way, Li Zheng suddenly noticed that someone was painting the wall on one side of the barracks, and the temporary scaffolding was set up three stories high.

After the basketball court was disbanded, the big guys flocked to the wall of the building, and saw that there were a few unknown soldiers holding red paint and brushing big characters there.

Hou Jun, a veteran, recognized one of them and shouted, "Wang, what are you doing!"

A veteran on the scaffold turned his head and saw Hou Jun, so he greeted him: "Hey! Long time no see, Lao Hou!"

Hou Jun still said the same thing: "What are you doing!?"

"Writing!" Holding the red oil barrel in his hand, Wang Laoshi pointed to the wall and asked Hou Jun: "How is it? My writing is okay?"

Hou Jun said, "It's okay, what words did you write?"

With a mysterious smile on Wang Laoshi's face, he said in a loud voice: "You will know after you finish brushing."

Hou Jun stood down and cursed: "You bastard Wang is honest! You are not honest at all!"

Li Zheng asked Hou Jun curiously: "Who is this veteran?"

Hou Jun said unhappily: "In the past, the ones in the logistics barracks department could write good handwriting, and often brushed slogans in the division."

After finishing speaking, it was probably annoyed that Wang was honestly trying to trick himself, and added: "I don't know where this guy is assigned after the adaptation. Why is he staying in the special warfare brigade?"

After finishing speaking, I didn't bother to continue watching, turned around and left.

At that time, the writing was not finished yet, and there were only a few pieces of writing that had been completed - "in", "here", "yesterday", etc...

The recruits stood there guessing, guessing what the last sentence came out.

Li Zheng said, "It's probably a slogan!"

Zhang Jian said: "It must be. You see, when we came in at the gate of the regiment, there was a slogan on the wall by the side of the road—qualified in politics, strong in military, good in style, and emotional."

Fatty Wei said: "I saw Erlian and Sanlian are brushing."

Everyone turned their heads to look in the direction of the second company and the third company, and they saw that there were also people busy on the wall over there.

Brushing characters is not a high-end and delicate job. The characters in the army are square and square, either bold or elegant. Anyway, there are only three axes, and you can call it a day after brushing. The only troublesome thing is to set up temporary scaffolding. It's harder than brushing.

Wang Laoshi has been doing this job all year round, and he has been familiar with it for a long time, and he can complete the remaining few words in less than 10 minutes.

He walked down his hands and feet, and said to the recruits: "How is it?! The old squad leader's craftsmanship is okay?"

Only then did Li Zheng see the whole picture of the slogan.

"The most comfortable day here is always yesterday..."

He muttered this sentence, and then felt a sudden urge to urinate in his crotch.