I asked you to repeat your senior year of high school, but did you miss out on joining the military

Chapter 51 The first lesson of soldiers, unity
"clear."

Listening to the squad leader's impassioned mobilization speech, who dares to bargain?

Everyone responded loudly in cooperation.

Everyone who had just finished the exercise class imitated Chen Jun and quickly moved their limbs on the spot to warm up.

No one dared to say anything.

The past few days of life in Lu Yuan have allowed them to master the art of silence.

"I understand, why are you still writing? Wait until I invite you to set off?"

"Chen Jun."

"arrive."

"He Jing."

"arrive."

"Line up into two columns, you two at the head, and set off."

"Yes."

After Wang Heng finished explaining, he put his hands on his hips and looked like a soldier, staring at Chen Jun and the others with his big eyes under his thick eyebrows.

This guy looks like a civet cat looking at a mouse.

Let all the freshmen feel excited.

Chen Jun and He Jing looked at each other and made fists with their hands at the same time. They divided into left and right groups to lead the team.

When the queue was more than ten meters away, Wang Heng's roar could still be heard from behind.

"Slogan, shout the slogan to me."

"I'm watching from behind. If anyone slips, the labor and management will kick him. I'll take a step forward and run away."

After the exercise class in other classes was over, they were still gathering in groups to rest, but their three thousand meters were already in place.

While running, He Jing tilted his head and glanced behind him, but did not see the squad leader following him.

He sighed helplessly: "Chen Jun, do you think there is anything special about our class?"

"How can we be different from other classes in everything?"

"What's so special? Lao Wang is so proud." Chen Jun curled his lips and continued: "Our squad leader is a docile donkey, so don't go against him."

"Brothers, He Jing and I control the speed, and you guys also adjust your breathing, so that the queue doesn't get messy."

"If anyone can't run, call the branch in advance and he can move to the back."

"Work harder and don't fall behind."

"Come on, get your slogans straightened out, don't get caught again."

Hearing Chen Jun privately call the squad leader "Laowang", a group of teenagers were all happy.

Baring his teeth and not caring whether his legs hurt or not, he pulled his neck and started shouting.

"One two one, one two one, one two three four."

"Don't shout at the same time, start one by one. The weather is too hot and the body loses water quickly. It is important to maintain a breathing rhythm."

Chen Jun reminded.

Then he began to control his own rhythm, inhaling every three steps and exhaling after three steps, to drive the queue forward.

On the training ground at this time.

From Division One to Division Five, all freshmen are basically gathered.

The exercise class has just ended, and Chen Jun and his class are currently running on the track, instantly attracting the attention of thousands of freshmen.

Good guy, this makes Wang Heng very proud.

Originally, he had his hands on his hips, but at the speed of light he switched to the old leadership posture of holding his hands behind his back, holding his head high, fearing that others would not know that it was his class running.

"Hey, look at Lao Wang's expression. He almost doesn't know what his last name is, right? He's really cool."

Zheng Wentong, the squad leader of Class 3 of the Third Team, after arranging the rest for the freshmen in his class, turned around and saw Wang Heng's proud look, and felt unhappy.

He walked up to Chu Hongfei, the second squad leader, and cursed.

Chu Hongfei followed his gaze and took a look.

"Lao Wang is just like that. He likes to show off. Don't you remember last year's cultural and sports activities? He won third place at the music festival. He showed off to us for half a year."

"I can hear the calluses on my ears."

Chu Hongfei smiled, then suddenly changed the topic and said, "But don't tell me, there is a great talent in Lao Wang's class this year."

"A powerful seedling?" Zheng Wentong was confused and said: "Who? How powerful is it? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Do you know about Lao Wang's physical examination last night?" "Yes, I heard that he was very cruel. Didn't the district captain scold him this morning?" Zheng Wentong replied. .

Training new students requires a step-by-step process. You must apply for additional training and cannot mess around.

A physical fitness test was done intermittently for several hours. The district captain discovered it at that time and did not scold him in person to save face for the other party.

"Then do you know how it ended in the end?" Chu Hongfei smiled mysteriously, and then he whispered a few words to Zheng Wentong.

Wang Heng and them are all old friends who have known each other for three years, and there is no embarrassing story that cannot be shared.

But Chu Hongfei's words still shocked Zheng Wentong.

Staring with eyes wide open, he said with a look of disbelief: "Oh, is that true? A new student has beaten Lao Wang?"

"Haha, I wonder why this old rabbit is so peaceful today and doesn't even look for me anymore."

"So it turned out that you were holding a good seedling in your hand?"

"This guy, give him what he can do." Zheng Wentong said, looking at the third class he led.

I found that everyone was chatting half-paralyzed, and I suddenly became very angry.

"Assemble, gather, and rest. What else can you do? Come and gather."

Freshman from Class 3:? ? ?

As the third class gathered, more and more classes gathered quickly.

There are more people on the track.

But at this time, Chen Jun's class had already run three laps, and the speed of the two columns was getting slower and slower.

It's not that they are being pretentious. They spent most of the afternoon practicing every move. The golden rooster stood on its own for almost an hour and a half.

Coupled with sore leg muscles and excessive sweating, you will lose strength long ago.

At the beginning, Yang Fan and Shen Congjun, who were running at the back, could barely keep up with the speed. Liang Kui and He Jing helped somewhat.

Chen Jun can also take care of it.

But as they ran further and further back, everyone was panting like a broken bellows, and they couldn't close their mouths.

His legs felt like they were filled with lead, and his running speed was not as fast as walking.

Just now, their loud slogans attracted the attention of many freshmen, but now they are supporting each other and being overtaken by one team after another.

Many freshmen looked at her strangely.

Finally, after walking another two to three hundred meters, Yang Fan, who was in the weakest physical condition, staggered and bumped into Shen Congjun, who was also weak. They both fell down.

Teams from other classes passing by hurriedly gave way for fear of stepping on them.

Yang Fan collapsed on the ground, rubbed his obviously swollen thighs, gasped and said with a bitter smile: "Sorry, buddy."

"I bumped you, I really don't have the strength, don't mind."

When Shen Congjun heard this, he glanced at him, nodded, and said nothing.

Chen Jun was leading the team at the front. He noticed what was happening behind him, turned around and said with a smile, "What's wrong, Yang Fan?"

"Get up, this is no place to rest. Just hold on for two more laps and it will be over."

"I really have no strength. My legs are shaking even when I sit still."

"Then it's even more important to get up. If you sit still, your legs will probably cramp, let alone waiting for the shift supervisor to trouble you."

Chen Jun said, pulling Yang Fan up from the ground.

Seeing that the group of freshmen around him was getting bigger and bigger, he simply suggested: "Let's do this. Who of us can persist, and we can take care of those who can't."

"Run around the edge of the track, don't run in two columns, line up in one file, and finish the three thousand meters first."

"What do you think?"

"I agree." He Jing was the first to express his stance.

"I don't have any objection either." Liang Kui said immediately.

Wang Heng watched everything that happened in the class from a distance, neither coming to help nor making any sign.

Just looked at it calmly.

New training has begun, and these freshmen will only face more and more challenges in the future.

The reason why he said at the beginning that there was no time limit for finishing the 3,000-meter race, and that he only required the queue to be stable, was that he hoped that everyone in the class could help each other and unite to overcome difficulties together.

As the squad leader, could he not know that with the current state of everyone in the class, it is impossible to finish the three thousand meters neatly?

He knew it, but he wanted to use this method to help the new students learn to unite.

Because this is the first lesson of becoming a soldier.

(End of this chapter)