It's already mid-June.

Zhuangyan stood in the queue in front of the canteen, watching the mountains behind the canteen being shrouded in the dusk mist, and his heart was a little confused. The squadron leader spoke in front of the queue, but he didn't listen.

"...This is the teaching brigade. You are all selected elites. This is not a company. So, don't use the company's set to demand yourself. I will give you a new standard, a standard that is completely higher than any ordinary soldier..."

The squadron leader is Zhou Huping. He is not tall and has a strong figure, but he has a murderous aura on his face and body.

A murderous aura that makes people feel strongly oppressed.

Even if you stand in a team of more than one hundred people, you can feel it all the time.

The team was divided into classes and entered the canteen. The teaching team was very serious about everything. Before the meal, they had to sing and sing seriously. It was not just perfunctory. Which district team sang loudly and was satisfying, who would enter the canteen first.

Food was arranged on the table in the canteen.

But no matter how evenly distributed, there are always differences.

The district team that sings the best and plays the best can go in first and choose the most satisfactory table in advance.

This is the rule of the teaching team.

If you can't sing well or play well, you will not eat well than others.

Of course, in addition to singing and singing, we also have to comment after we finish.

The prescribed dinner time is half an hour, not more than one minute, not more than one minute.

When Zhuang Yan finished washing and the dishes were washed, he returned to the ward room. Luo Xiaoming stood on the lawn with a stopwatch in his hand. When everyone came back, he shouted at the ward room: "Give you fifteen minutes, hang your gun on the head of the bed, and then sort out the housework and gathered immediately!"

Stopwatch.

This is what every soldier fears the most. Once the squad leader holds this thing in his hand, each soldier feels invisible and oppressive, which means that the squad leader is timing!

The room of the third district team is on the first floor. There are large rooms outside, dozens of beds, and there is a small private room inside, one bedroom and one living room. The hall is the room of the district captain. The indoor space is the place where luggage and equipment that you don’t usually use is placed.

Everyone was busy for a while. The room was crowded with people and the place was not big, but time was very close. Everyone squeezed into a nest of ants. After finally rushing out of the garage, they all rushed forward, as if some beasts were chasing behind them.

Someone was late, and Luo Xiaoming didn't raise his eyelids: "Stand aside!"

The late students stood aside and waited for the disposal.

In the end, a total of three people were late.

In fact, this kind of lateness is understandable. After all, there are too many people, there are no separate beds, many people are not familiar with the situation, and they don’t know where to put their luggage. They are late after a while.

After the queue was finished, Luo Xiaoming stood in front of the queue and said, "You are actually the pre-reserving squad leader, and you are worthy of it!? I can't even settle myself in fifteen minutes, so I should be punished! Remember what the squadron leader said, you are now students, not ordinary soldiers!"

He turned his head and shouted to the late students with a cold face: "A hundred push-ups! Count them for yourself, don't ask me to shout!"

“One, two, three, four…”

Without saying a word, the three late soldiers immediately started push-ups and counted them seriously.

"Remember some of the rules here. It's a little different from the company, and the standards are not on the same line! I don't want to punish you, but when you make mistakes, I don't mind punishing you well! Here, you have no hardship to complain! No one can help you, you can only help yourself!"

Taking advantage of this period, Luo Xiaoming continued to explain some regulations to everyone, get up at 5:30 in the morning to train, get off exercises at 12:30 in the afternoon, start physical training at 12:30 in the afternoon, rest at 13:30 in the afternoon, get up at 2:30 in the afternoon...

Three meals a day are not allowed to be eaten for more than half an hour. The lights are turned off at 10 o'clock in the evening. The training is six days a week. There are no weekends. On Sunday morning, each person goes up the mountain to chop a pack of firewood to the kitchen team, and washes clothes and rest in the afternoon...

Zhuangyan listened to Luo Xiaoming's lecture and secretly complained in her heart, "Fuck me, you might as well say you can't rest and get down!"

On the first night, normal training did not begin.

All the shift ranks organize class meetings and shift meetings separately on the lawn in front of the shift house.

This night was Zhuang Yan's last comfortable time in the teaching brigade.

All the students sat in a circle on the turf and introduced the situation to each other.

Through their own introductions, we solemnly got to know our comrades in our class.

There are a total of ten students in the seventh squadron of the Third District Team, including 6 soldiers in the first year and 4 soldiers in the second year. The squad leader Luo Xiaoming, like Yin Xiancong, was the third year soldier. He was the former pre-subscribed squad leader of the 273rd Regiment. After the training camp, he was left as the coach squad leader because of his excellent results.

This person is thin and has a dark face. Once he is serious, several well-defined muscles will appear on his cheeks, so he will not be angry and powerful.

As with any meeting, all students will introduce themselves first.

After everyone has finished introducing it one by one, of course we have entered the stage of inner analysis.

"Come on, let's talk about your feelings." Luo Xiaoming held the record book in his hand and pointed at a student beside him and said, "Tell me why I came to the teaching team."

The student who was named after the name immediately stood up, raised his chest and pulled his back, and his voice was loud, as if he was reciting the line: "I heard that the teaching team is the most difficult place in our 1st Division. Since the day I joined the army, I have always wanted to go to the most difficult place to exercise and challenge myself, just be the best soldier!"

Luo Xiaoming held the record book on the cover of the kraft paper in his hand and signaled the student to sit down.

Zhuang Yan felt that this feeling must have been organized in advance, and if it was not done well, it would be written on paper and read the text according to the script.

Luo Xiaoming seemed to have heard this kind of thought too much, and the reason why he asked everyone to talk was just to follow the procedures.

His eyes suddenly fell on the solemn body.

"Your name is..."

Zhuang Yan stood up immediately before Luo Xiaoming could speak his name.

"My name is Zhuangyan, from the 8th Company of the Third Battalion of the 273rd Regiment!"

"Tell me, why are you here to teach the team?"

Looking around solemnly, he felt that he should not continue the boring and slightly dogmatic rigid answer.

It seems that no one dares to tell the truth.

Since I don't say it, let's talk about it yourself.

"Report to the squad leader, I came to the squad leader because I heard that as long as I graduated, I can be the squad leader!"

Luo Xiaoming's eyes lit up.

It was the first time he heard the student's answer so bluntly, so he encouraged: "Well, it's not like a general who is not a good soldier, but as a general, you must be a squad leader first! Tell me, what are the benefits of being a squad leader?"

Sharp his head with a smile and said, "Squad Leader, I really don't know what the benefits are, but I am the same soldier as him..."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Xu Xingguo, who was confused.

"He said he wanted to go to the teaching team and be my squad leader in the future. I don't want to be his subordinate, so I tried hard to come here."

The students in the entire class were stunned.

His eyes fell on Zhuang Yan's body.

No student would ever say that.

Although Luo Xiaoming knew that this was the mentality of most soldiers, he never dared to say it.

After a while, Luo Xiaoming suddenly burst into laughter.

"Well, I want the truth! I'm not afraid to tell you, I thought so back then. If I come to join the army, I'm not willing to let the enemy down. I'm just a big man who is in charge. Who would want to lose to his comrades of the same year?"

The atmosphere of the class meeting became lively.

After the meeting, Luo Xiaoming asked the students to go back to get their clothes and prepare to take a shower in a concentrated manner. He also stated that the survey and assessment will be conducted tomorrow. If the grades fail, they will be returned to the original company.

When taking a shower, Zhuangyan opened her eyes.

It turns out that although the barracks of the teaching team were better than those of N Towns, the most basic facilities were still very simple and there was no tap water. Apart from a puddle behind the family yard, there was only a river on the shooting range.

This is a small river more than two meters wide. The source is a waterfall in a nearby scenic area. After passing through the shooting range, I don’t know where it flows.

Three squadrons had more than 300 people, all jumped into a river, like a pot of boiling dumplings.
Chapter completed!