May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

"Second place? Are you embarrassed to be second? Even second place is better than your first place."

"It's just ashamed that a group of big men are inferior to two girls!"

Everyone quarreled fiercely.

The smile on Shen Feihu's face disappeared, and he crossed his eyebrows and said sternly: "Are you trying to **** someone in front of me?" The courage is fattening up, only he has snatched others, and he has never been snatched.

"Old Shen, it's too wasteful for you to put such a good shooting talent on the art troupe."

"I think it's good to be transferred to our air force."

"Fuck, who is sniping in the sky?"

"Commander, look at Old Shen who said dirty water is too uncivilized." Kong Jie found the right time to file a complaint. "Our People's Liberation Army's ethos was damaged by this rat feces. Commander you have to heal him. Otherwise it is easy to spoil young people."

"I said that your kid didn't say much all morning. It turned out to be a stubborn complaint against me!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

*******

In the afternoon, there is a team competition, ten kilometers cross-country. The first to arrive is the first.

The three regiments are also close to the mountains and belong to the same mountain as the warwolves regiment. Starting from the gate of the regiment headquarters, following the pre-planned route, circle a small semicircle back to the starting point for exactly ten kilometers.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, all the female soldiers lined up, preparing to set off with vigour.

"I'm repeating the rules of the game. For team competitions, the first one to show up wins. We will have someone to check in the middle and no fouls are allowed!"

"Yes!" everyone replied loudly.

"All the chiefs are watching! Don't shame us three groups." The instructor added at last, and shouted randomly: "Okay! Let's go!"

The whistle sounded and dozens of teams rushed out. The cultural and industrial troupe is in the middle, with the communications office on the left and the PLA General Hospital on the right. From the start, everyone clearly felt the hostility from the left and right.

"We are being made dumplings! It is very disadvantageous for us on the battlefield." Chen Huaying said that it was disadvantageous, but his eyes were amazingly bright, obviously gearing up.

"Humph! The defeated general." Liu Yilan snorted coldly and said as he ran.

"Are you defeated?" Chen Huaying retorted, "It seems like you won."

"You won, you can do it!" The chin is up to the sky, not afraid to poke a hole in the sky.

"I'm exhausted, can you two stop quarreling?" Wu Youli was panting, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead in the cold weather.

The weight of this competition was 20 kilograms, and I didn't feel much about it at the beginning when I was back in a marching bag. But as time gets longer, physical exertion speeds up, making people feel as if they are carrying a mountain on their backs.

The three bickered, but Sheng Ning never said a word. Not in a bad mood, but not in the mood to speak, she has been adjusting her breathing.

After rebirth, apart from doing yoga every morning, she also doubled her dance practice, especially the basic skills, which was almost completely reborn.

This allowed her to see the benefits, and the current trial has been ten miles away. Her pace was never fast or slow, keeping it in the middle.

"No more! I can't do it!" The art troupe's team began to be gradually dispersed, and some ran ahead and some ran behind.

Sheng Ning wiped his forehead and shouted, raised his eyes and looked forward, and found that Lu Dabao was no longer in sight.

"Where does she have the strength for such a small person?" Sheng Ning was surprised