After the seventh son left, the solemn heart felt empty, as if something was missing, and there was an indescribable breath in his heart, like a balloon pumped by a pump.

Every day, I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry

However, Zhuangyan has a very good way to vent.

Every day, I get up early, go to the foot of the mountain behind the cooking squad, pass through the thatch, and come to the small world of him and Yang Songlin, and pound it hard at the sandbag hanging on the crooked pine tree until I swollen his hands.

Under Yang Songlin's guidance, Zhuang Yan did not understand the luck technique of collecting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but his fists were really harder.

In the process of eliminating the swelling, swelling and repetition, the repeated process of solemnization gradually formed a thick layer of calluses on his fist, which could actually break a high-quality fire brick with one punch...

Yang Songlin also accompanied Zhuang Yan every day. He was originally a taciturn person. Zhuang Yan knew that there was something wrong with him.

So I just silently accompanied him to practice martial arts, silently cooking the kind of medicine soup that cannot be taken internally to soak Zhuang Yan's hands to reduce swelling.

During the days when Lao Qi left, the students in Class 7 were all a little excited and could not even get excited about anything they did.

Although the eighth squad leader Qian Zhongjun was responsible for guidance in professional training, the spirit of Lao Qi when he was there seemed to be no longer found.

The captain of the third squadron, Zhou Huping, stood by the training ground for several days, watching the training situation of the third squadron.

When he arrived, he said to instructor Wang Zengming: "After Luo Xiaoming left, the three-zone teams will lose their backbone..."

"Can you consider talking to the training department and ask them to draw a squad leader from the group below to replace Luo Xiaoming?" Wang Zengming asked.

Zhou Huping sighed and shook his head and said, "It's not possible to draw any more. It's the end of September. Everyone is preparing for the army competition at the end of October. The headquarters acceptance and assessment at the end of the year are all a carrot and a pit. If you ask the company to draw people, no one is willing to send their backbones here for free to work for our teaching team for a few months. Moreover, even if the division comes forward to suppress the order, I'm afraid that the one who sent it will not be a good squad leader. I'd better not..."

Wang Zengming thought for a while and said, "Does the military academy students assigned this year arrive?"

Zhou Huping said: "Well, it's time to come. I heard that it's only been in these two days. I hope we can share a better district captain."

September of each year is the time for military academy students to register for the 1st Division.

The soldiers in the field troops like to call those newly graduated military academy students "red cards", because after graduating from the military academy, they still need to be assigned to the company for one year before they can get the rank of a serious lieutenant.

For a military academy student, this year is a very important year.

As the saying goes, it’s a mule or a horse. Just take it out and take it for a walk.

Even if you are studying for a bachelor's degree in the military academy and you have not been able to carry your own squad in the past year, you are still a scumbag in front of the company leader.

Each unit has its own little tradition, and the 1st Division is no exception.

The tradition of the 1st Division is to conduct a survey and assessment.

Military academy students are usually elite soldiers who have overcome all obstacles and overcome all obstacles.

Just like Lao Qi, a person who is not eligible to take the military academy until his third year, and must be the backbone of the company, at least a non-commissioned officer such as a squad leader. Otherwise, a company with more than 100 people will save a few pitiful indicators every year to take the exam, and may not be able to pass the exam. Why do you have to take the exam if you are not a backbone, a party member, a non-commissioned officer or an excellent soldier?

Of course, not every military academy student is the best.

The survey and assessment of the direct-affiliated team is held every year on the training ground of the teaching brigade. All military academy graduates assigned to the teaching brigade of the first division must conduct a concentrated assessment of military subjects on the training ground that day.

The teaching team was on holiday that day. The soldiers no longer trained, but ran to the training ground, sat on the viewing platform or stood on the training ground, and watched the military academy students who would become their own platoon leader sweat and show their skills on the training ground.

For every military academy student, you must show off your true skills in the face of those soldiers who will become your own subordinates.

Even if you can't compare with your own soldiers, how can you lead your troops in the future?

Therefore, the survey and assessment of the military academy freshmen assigned to the lower company every year is a soldier's festival and a nightmare for military academy students.

Especially in places like the teaching brigade where all the elites of the entire teacher are concentrated, as long as the assessment results are slightly inferior, they will be immediately clamored by the pre-selected squad leaders around them who receive six and a half days of hell training every week.

When Zhuang Yan first came into contact with this kind of basic assessment, he came to a conclusion. In fact, this kind of assessment is not impossible, but there is no need to be so high-profile. The reason for it is high-profile is that the 1st Division itself is a combat unit. This tradition is to give these future grassroots officers a warning - don’t think that you will be done after you finish the military academy, and don’t think that you will be awesome if you get an officer certificate. If you don’t have a little urine, you won’t even be in the 1st Division!

Two days later, Xinting arrived.

That day, a military truck drove in from the teaching brigade, stopped at the entrance of the brigade, and jumped out of the carriage one after another, eight military academy students wearing red cards and carrying yellow buckets with backpacks on their backpacks.

After a brief gathering, the captain Wen Zhixing and several squadron leaders took the roster and muttered for a while. Then, just like when Zhuang Yan first arrived at the army, no one of the squadron leaders led their squadron's "red card" back to the company.

The soldiers stood in the distance and pointed, judging the new red-card officers.

"Hey, hey, that looks a little more energetic."

"Fur egg! She is so short, she doesn't have any momentum at first glance..."

"The captain of the first squadron is also very short, okay! Who of you has awesome military affairs? Come out and take a look?"

...

Amid the soldiers' joking eyes, the red card officers were as honest as new recruits, lined up in line with the squadron leader and returned to the company.

Then there is the assembly, the entire squadron collection.

"...Our squadron has three additional district captains today. On behalf of the squadron, I would like to welcome them..."

Zhou Huping politely introduced the three new red cards.

The red cards also stood up one by one and introduced themselves.

When they were disbanded, one of them, named Zhang Heping, walked into the queuing room of the third district team with his luggage and moved into the small private room that was once exclusively for Lao Qi, the leader of the acting district team.

After a while, Zhang Heping walked out of the small private room, walked out of the line-up with a newspaper wrapped in his hand, hurried upstairs, and headed towards the office of the squadron leader Zhou Huping.

"No...No..." As soon as Zhang Heping left, Wang Dazui shook his hands and touched his chin and flashed out of his bed.

Zhuangyan asked: "Big Mouth, what can't you do? You can't?"

"Of course it's not me." Wang Datong curled his lips and pointed to the direction where Zhang Heping left, "Don't you think our new district captain... is that a little bit like that?"

Xu Xingguo said: "What? Can you hide it when you speak with a big mouth?"

Wang Datong scratched his scalp a few times, as if he was scraping his stomach and finding suitable words to express his opinion. After thinking for a long time, he said, "In a word, this guy has no murderous aura!"

"murderous look?"

"Yes, you're like Lao Qi. When you glar at your eyes, you feel weak in your heart." Wang Damu said, "That's called murderous intent, right? But our new district captain doesn't seem to be so arrogant."

He smiled seriously and said, "I think the captain of the new district is quite kind and gentle, so he should be easy to get along with."

Wang Dazu slapped his thigh: "Yes! The problem lies here. What unit is we? We are the fist troops, where is the teaching team? They are all places for the training squad leader. You don't dare to say that you are from the teaching team if you don't have a little urine on the training ground. Smile? What we want is not Smile. Smile is the special word for those young faces with pink faces. Here we are? These are not what we want!"

After Wang Dazui said this, no one said anything.

Look at me, I look at you.

Zhuangyan also felt that Wang Dazui was quite reasonable.

Zhang Heping's skin is fair and thin, tall and thin, and he can't tell how much muscle he has. He is not tall enough when walking, and he feels a bit dull.

Most soldiers walk with their heads raised and their chests raised. They rarely look like Zhang Heping. In addition, Zhang Heping's skin is too white and too delicate, just like a girl's skin.

In a world dominated by men like the army, there are great differences in aesthetics and localities.

If you are white, you are not popular. If you are white, you will be considered a military soldier or a logistics soldier. The combat company really doesn't look at you directly.

Because the training units are as dark as charcoal, the skin is dried up layer by layer, and the thin and tender skin is thrown among a pile of black men, of course, they are regarded as an alien.

The combat troops advocate strength and military, just like Liu Jianwei, the first squadron leader of the teaching brigade, who was as short as Wu Dalang, but his grenades could be more than 70 meters. He practiced eight times without a protective rope and turned like playing. He picked up a gun, shot a single shot, shot a shot, and shot it continuously. The bullets were hit on the bull's eye like an eye. He ran for five kilometers and carried three guns and ran in front.

This is called being awesome based on strength.

While everyone was talking, they suddenly heard the roar of the squadron leader from the small conference room on the second floor.

"roll!"

The third district team is on the first floor, and the squadron leader’s office and small conference room are on the second floor, so everyone can hear it clearly.

The soldiers ran out of the row house curiously and stretched their heads to peek at the second floor.

It is rare to see people like Zhou Huping who can make such an angry poker face.
Chapter completed!