Ballistic Silence of Special Years

command.

Another order.

Troops are like that.

From the moment you join the army, from your squad leader to your platoon leader to the company commander, you have been told that military orders are like mountains.

Or tell you that soldiers take obeying orders as their bounden duty.

All subsequent training and life will revolve around this principle.

Until it gets in your blood, seeps into your bones, and you do it without thinking.

This is the command.

Li Zheng did so.

That whole night, there was no rest.

It wasn't until six o'clock in the morning that the people staying in the ditch were called up.

This night, six people withdrew in a row.

Seeing someone calling a report to withdraw, the eyes of the soldiers who stayed in the ditch were complicated.

Fatty Wei wanted to raise his hand several times to announce his withdrawal.

Soaking in the ditch that night, Fatty Wei thought a lot, and he had 10,000 reasons to give up.

The family conditions are so good, and it's just a soldier. Is it worth fighting so hard?

The platoon leader said that this kind of training is dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will lose your life in minutes.

Hundreds of stipends a month are not enough to eat food stalls at home, and I can't convince myself at all because of money.

When it came, he still didn't raise his hand.

Because in the end, Tong Zhi allowed everyone to stand up and hug each other to keep warm.

Every time someone couldn't bear to apply to withdraw from Fatty Wei and wanted to raise his hand, Li Zheng would hook his neck tightly with his hand, press his arm, and gritted his teeth to write every word from between his teeth. Squeeze out and say to him: "Hold it! Don't admit defeat!"

Yes, he had 10,000 reasons to raise his hand to call it quits, but he had one irrefutable reason to stay.

Can't lose!
Why did you come to join the army?
For Li Zheng, it was a kind of feeling and gratitude.

For Fatty Wei, it was to prove himself.

If you quit, everything you have insisted on before will become meaningless.

Leaving the special warfare brigade for the infantry brigade?
Or go to the logistics support unit?

Wearing a military uniform comfortably for two years, and then going home to blow your nose and brag about how awesome you are?

Fatty Wei felt that he couldn't pass his level, he couldn't do it.

Can't lose!
For this reason, when Tong Zhi announced the end of the cold training, Fatty Wei was still grinding his teeth and trembling in the water, but he persisted until the end.

After climbing up the canal, the security personnel came up with big buckets and poured ginger soup for everyone.

One big bowl per person.

There is sugar in it.

A little spicy, a little sweet.

Li Zheng felt a little dizzy, as if his soul had come out of his body, and he stood there in a daze, holding ginger soup in his hands and wobbling around like an idiot.

Others are just like him.

There was even someone in the second row who fell down on the spot and was carried away by the health staff and sent to ambulance.

"drink!"

Tong Zhi walked in front of everyone and yelled at everyone like a beast.

Li Zheng looked at the platoon leader Tong Zhi in front of him, and felt that his voice was coming from another world, separated by something invisible and intangible.

However, his consciousness has not completely disappeared, and finally he held Jiang Tang to his lips.

The warm and sweet ginger soup slid down the esophagus into the stomach, bringing a burst of warmth, the body was like nectar, relying on this rare heat to gradually bring the lost consciousness back into the body.

Fatty Wei's legs were shaking, as were his hands.

But he didn't know that he was shaking, because he couldn't feel it, and he was a little confused.

When they finally regained their strength, the brothers looked at me and I looked at you, and suddenly hugged each other and buried their heads on each other's shoulders.

The man's sobs were so heavy and depressing, Li Zheng saw Fatty Wei's tears pouring down, he opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Can't lose.

Since he didn't lose, he couldn't let others hear his cry.

How can a man cry?

What a shame!

After venting the emotions he had accumulated all night, Tong Zhi drove everyone into the car like sheep.

When he got in the car, he looked at his watch and announced happily as if he had picked up money on the ground: "Congratulations everyone, you will have an hour and a half to rest after you go back, and then continue with today's marching plan, the old rules, the same food ration, The same amount of water, drink and eat according to your own discretion on the way, don’t rush to drink water, just sip a little to moisten your throat when you are really thirsty.”

He half-jokingly said: "I drank too much water and didn't eat anything, my stomach is rattling, I can't run fast!"

The car returned the same way on the mountain road.

Before Tong Zhi finished speaking, there was already a thunderous snore in the carriage.

Li Zheng is broken.

When he was awakened by the siren the next day, he had forgotten—or hadn't had time to remember how he got back to the camp before.

Sometimes people become fragmented when they are overtired, and they fall asleep while walking, but they are still walking. This is very common in the high-intensity training of the Army Special Forces, especially in long-distance high-intensity marches.

During the hunter training camp or the devil week, sometimes only 3-4 hours a day, but also to carry out long-distance raids, when encountering steep mountain roads, experienced commanders usually let their soldiers use a rope or Backpack straps connect a squad together.

In this way, even if a person stumbles and falls off the cliff, others can grab him so that he won't disappear as he walks.

He still looked the same, and Li Zheng felt that he was already a robot.

The tactical carrying equipment was always worn on the body. After getting up, he packed his rucksack, carried his gun, put on his hat, and stumbled towards the assembly point.

What the company commander Ji Zhizhao said and ordered in front of the team that day, Li Zheng didn't remember at all.

His mind was muddled, and his voice was distorted in his ears.

One day yesterday, Lian Lian got up this morning, including the rest after eating and the pitiful two hours, the rest time of Lian Lian was only a tight four hours.

Zhuang Yan and Li Haiou stood on the side of the road, watching the companies pass by them one by one.

Many people yawned as they walked, their faces full of exhaustion.

And the little cocks that everyone wanted to be proud of when they set off on the first day, now all of them have turned into chickens walking silently with their heads hooked.

Li Haiou frowned and said: "Brigade Commander, I heard that many of their companies took them to cold-resistant training in the middle of the night last night, until dawn, the sleep time is too little!"

Luo Ruo at the side also agreed with him: "Brigade Commander, I think what Lao Li said is right, will something happen to this training method..."

Looking solemnly and calmly at the company going away, he said without turning his head: "Political commissar, Lao Li, I know you love soldiers like children, but you sweat more in peacetime, so you can bleed less in wartime. The army of each country is Those who live for the war must win the war. For an army that can win the war, survival is the most important prerequisite. If you can't guarantee that you can survive, the army has no meaning. We This is not a kindergarten or a school, this is the special forces, this is a man's paradise, not a military training camp for students. As an instructor, there is no obligation of kindness, only the responsibility of training."

Li Haiou knew that Zhuang Yan was right.

He used to be a training freak, and he was very strict with the Tigers.

But in front of Zhuang Yan's current training intensity, it's completely childish.

"I still think..."

Before he could express his opinion again, Han Xiaobei interrupted him first.

"Old Li, we have arrived at the beast camp tonight. We have prepared a big meal since we entered the camp. Do you want to try it together?"

Li Haiou's expression changed.

Han Xiaobei really didn't know which pot to open and which pot to lift.

To promise or not to promise?
He knows the arrangement for tonight, it is very fatal, his old bones...

Han Xiaobei actually didn't want Li Haiou to be rambunctious here, seeing that Deputy Brigadier Li had shut up, he turned to political commissar Luo Ruo again.

"Political commissar, are you still taking the car today? Or come with us?"

When Luo Ruo heard this, his face became troubled.

Who is Han Xiaobei?

This kid was either bad or bad, and before Luo Ruo could answer, he said, "Don't be afraid, bring Deputy Brigadier Sun with us today, let's form a team and walk together for a day, which is also considered exercise. In the special forces In fact, there is a tradition, during the devil week, members of the brigade team must follow along on the march, and it is up to you whether you practice or not when you enter the beast camp, otherwise those stupid soldiers will look down on us officers."

Luo Ruo seemed to have a yellow lotus seed in his mouth, his facial features were almost crowded together.

The deputy brigade commander Sun Anming next to him also looked embarrassed.

They don't know if what Han Xiaobei said is true or not, but if the deputy brigade commander and political commissar of the dignified special warfare brigade really dare not even march with...

It seems that I really can't justify it.

So Luo Ruo gritted his teeth: "Today we will follow on foot, instead of taking a car!"

Said to Sun Anming next to him: "Go, old Sun, let's go get the rucksack!"

After the two of them left, Zhuang Yan turned to Han Xiaobei, raised an index finger and nodded at him, making a mouth shape: "You are so bad!"