My liver skills in the military camp

When he arrived at the cafeteria, Ye Fei picked out a basin of steamed buns with good noodles and placed them on the dining table.

The buns made by the recruits are all kinds of weird and full of five poisons.

Nie Haifeng definitely couldn't eat buns like this, but if he really chose a bun with thick skin and little or no filling, Ye Fei wouldn't do anything.

If Nie Haifeng gets angry, Ye Fei will definitely not be harmed, and the recruits who make these buns will be in misery.

Even if I work on Saturdays for a month, it's light.

It can only be said that this batch of businessmen were lucky. Nie Haifeng didn't show anything strange during the meal.

It's also possible that I was in a good mood today and held back.

After dinner, the night training of the No. 3 Squadron continued normally.

Originally, some recruits thought that they had just finished the assessment today and it was a rest day, so there should be no such thing as night training.

As soon as the duty officer blew the whistle, the recruits' dreams were suddenly shattered. They walked out of the class reluctantly and lined up to assemble.

This emotion has even been carried to the training ground. Everyone looked listless. When they stood in the queue, their military posture could not be tightened tightly.

I want to say whether the recruits are tired after the assessment, they are indeed tired.

But after an afternoon of rest, you should have recovered. At least in the army, after an afternoon of rest, no matter what you did before, you must look like a dragon and a tiger!

When Wu Shiqi saw this, he angrily ran to the front of the queue and cursed.

"What are you talking about? Look at how casual you are!"

"If you do well in the assessment, you can even forget your last name, right? It's your style to forget everything, right?"

"Second Platoon Commander!"

"arrive!"

The second platoon leader who was on duty this week ran out of the queue and stood in front of Wu Shiqi.

"Tonight's night training, there is no end time, just keep practicing for me!"

"The squadron drill will be held at ten o'clock. When will the results be satisfactory to me, when will the roll call be taken back?"

After giving the order, Wu Shiqi said to the queue.

"I'll teach you new recruits another lesson today!"

"Soldier! The more tired you are, the more you must maintain your style! This is when your style is reflected!"

"Is it okay to be lax when you're tired? Is it okay to ignore queue discipline?"

"Then it's useless no matter how good your usual style is. It's just pretending!"

After saying that, Wu Shiqi ran to the side and looked at the queue with cold eyes, making it clear that he was serious about it.

If the new recruits of the Third Squadron are unrepentant and want to perfunctory, Wu Shiqi dares to let them come out for training tomorrow!

Still want to rest? Give it a rest!

In fact, since Ye Fei and Wu Shiqi talked about the inspection, Wu Shiqi had the idea of ​​​​increasing night training.

Now let him seize the opportunity, why don't you try your best to use it?

"You heard everything the captain said clearly!"

"Every class, start training!"

After the second platoon leader gave the order, he called Ye Fei to the side to discuss what to do for a while.

"Teacher, how about you lead the team during the ten o'clock exercise?"

During the night training, all cadres and non-commissioned officers called Ye Fei instructor.

Ye Fei nodded and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"Okay, I'm fine."

Under normal circumstances, for squadron-level drills, either the duty officer for that week or the duty officer for that week will serve as the commander and be responsible for giving orders.

Now that Wu Shiqi has become the leader of the parade, the second platoon leader is a little confused about how to give the command at that time, so he simply lets Ye Fei, the instructor, be the conductor of the parade.

Ye Fei had already prepared for this.

There is no set process for this performance form of gymnastics. Strictly speaking, it is not even a gymnastics exercise. It is a display of the after-school cultural life of officers and soldiers.

What is after school? Time outside of class is called after school!

Since it is not in the training syllabus, everyone has their own opinions on the specific process. As long as the results are good and the officers and soldiers can show their positive, dedicated and dedicated style, it will be fine.

In fact, Ye Fei could copy something off-the-shelf. There are often squadrons in the first corps that do this. During the inspection, they will be shown to the inspection team together with mental health exercises.

But when Ye Fei reported this idea to Nie Haifeng, he rejected it directly.

No! Absolutely not! Doesn’t that mean our second team copied their first team?

I don’t care who you discuss it with or how you do it. When the time comes, the process will definitely not be the same as that of the first team, and the effect will be better than them!

Seeing Nie Haifeng's resolute attitude, Ye Fei had no choice but to run back to the squadron and discuss with Zhang Yu and Wu Shiqi for a long time before finalizing a set of procedures.

In order to build momentum, the first corps often plays some music and so on. The commander does not need to give commands. He just rehearses a few times, remembers the rhythm of the music, and follows the nodes to perform the movements.

Since he wanted to make something different, Ye Fei simply gave up the accompaniment and instead stood at attention. The conductor ignored the names of the moves, only shouted the numbers, and did whatever he shouted.

Combined with the modal words such as "Huhuhaha" and "dai!" during the movement to help exert force, it also looks crisp and murderous. Compared with the scene of capturing the enemy, it is not overly generous.

When Bai Ci came to inspect, this was the process shown to him by the Third Squadron at that time. Bai Ci even praised Nie Haifeng several times in private, saying that it was very effective.

Some cadres have also raised concerns, fearing that if the assessment results are not as good as those of the corps, doing this kind of thing will not be done properly.

Although Bai Ci did not show a clear attitude towards this kind of remarks, he still ordered Nie Haifeng to only let the third squadron conduct collective exercises and be ready to join them when the time comes.

As for the other recruits in the new training brigade, just practice a few times and master the moves.

Nie Haifeng repeatedly said yes, because that was his original plan.

After all, according to the usual practice, similar activities of the recruit company include the "military song chorus competition" between squadrons. Each squadron has a program for the New Year's Day party. If time permits, there may be a speech contest and the like.

These things should also be rehearsed in spare time.

As for letting Ye Fei be the kung fu instructor of the brigade, Nie Haifeng was not fooling people, he was serious about it.

It's just that the teaching objects at that time will become the monitors of each squadron. After learning, you can find time to practice by yourself according to the arrangements of the squadron.

Of course Ye Fei didn't know these things, and Nie Haifeng couldn't possibly tell him.

In fact, Nie Haifeng endured much more pressure for Ye Fei than he imagined.

Ye Fei had a vague feeling about this, so he was particularly concerned about teaching work and put forward any opinions he had directly.

Not only to complete the task, but also to live up to Nie Haifeng's trust in him.

After chatting with the second platoon leader, Ye Fei returned to the queue and stared at the training results of each class.

Ever since Wu Shiqi got angry and spoke out, all the squad leaders have shown their attitude and trained these new recruits according to the standards of training to capture the enemy.

After playing once, I would do it again without stopping. Even the original recess was cancelled. We must give these new recruits a long memory.

As the saying goes, if you can't hit your body with a slap, you won't know it hurts. The recruits of the Third Squadron now know it hurts, but it's too late.

I can only train honestly while crazily looking forward to arriving as early as ten o'clock in my heart.