After eating the army's big pot rice for a month, Zhuangyan felt that she could no longer hold on.

The original three-kilometer off-road turned into five kilometers, and then it turned into five kilometers off-road with weight.

The five-kilometer off-road training has made Zhuang Yan suffer enough.

The sudden increase in training intensity made the solemn heels swollen rapidly. The originally loose shoes became a little squeezed, and the heels hurt when they touched the ground. They usually had to tiptoe, like a thief.

In the past, the solemnity of running three kilometers of off-road with bare hands and being able to spend time in the middle of the team instantly became the "key target of assistance".

The name "key assistance target" has a reason.

The five-kilometer focus on collective grades. If the class runs according to the system, then the grade of the last place in the class will be considered; if the class runs according to the system, then the grade of the last place will be ranked according to the system, and so on.

No matter how fast the soldiers in front run, they are useless. They will always only calculate the performance of the last soldier, and the focus is entirely on collective and cooperation.

In order to carry forward the spirit of unity as strength, a slow-running recruit must be helped by one single-on-one with two new recruits with good endurance and physical strength.

The method of help is actually very simple. The fast-running recruit uses a big backpack belt in front to pull the belt of the slow-running recruit in the back, while another good-stabilizing recruit follows behind and pushes it with his hands!

What made Zhuang Yan feel most uncomfortable is that the enemy Xu Xingguo, who was specifically responsible for his help.

In the five-kilometer cross-country training in the morning that requires regular cards every day, Niu Dali is the most excited.

Zhuang Yan felt that people like Niu Dali were simply an abnormally energetic patient. Every morning, when it was five kilometers off-road time, this guy started to get excited like he was bloody.

Then he took off his training uniform and wore only a blue vest with the words "1st Division Teaching Team" in the middle of winter, revealing his pimples of meat, looking at the recruits like perverted shepherds looking at their flock.

Every time Zhuangyan was pulled and ran in a mess by Xu Xingguo, the fifth squad leader Niu Dali always shuttled back and forth between the entire team, as if he had endless energy to use.

Passing by Zhuang Yan, Squad Leader Niu Dali waved his belt in his hand, swaying in the air as loud as the whip of the grassland herders, and then barked like a mad dog: "Run! Run! Go back and run again if you don't have time!"

Every time I encounter this situation, Zhuang Yan always feels that she wants to wet her pants.

There are so many hardships that can be said.

The solemn heels became swollen, and later I had to hold the wall and tiptoe when I went to the toilet.

The most hateful thing is the health officer of the battalion department.

Zhuang Yan reported to Yin Xiancong that his feet were about to catch up with the pig's hooves, and Yin Xiancong took him to the battalion headquarters for a time.

The half-level sanitary sanitary sanitary sanitary sanitary sanitary foot, flattened her mouth and said, "Normal phenomenon, during the adaptation period, I'm always a little uncomfortable, just apply some potion."

After saying that, he put down the solemn smelly feet and took out a bottle of bone water from the medicine cabinet.

"Go back and wipe it, three times a day, and it will be fine after a while."

"Chief..."

"No, I'm not a leader, I'm a health officer, do you understand? The health officer is the doctor of the battalion department. Call me the squad leader." Bai Baijing, who had a slightly melon-shaped woman's face, blinked and looked at the solemn.

"Squad leader..."

"Hey, that's right!" The health officer nodded very much, "Tell me, what else is there?"

Zhuangyan said: "Can I not train?"

The health officer's eyes lit up: "Do you want to be lazy?"

His solemn expression was bitterer than bitter melon, and he said, "Squad leader, I am really sick."

The sanitation worker took off his gloves and put them aside, picked up the fake note, pinched the pen and started writing, and said in a formal tone: "In the army, this kind of small problem cannot be called a disease, not to mention that you are just a little blood stagnant on your heels, which is not a big problem at all. I will give you two days off, and in two days, it will probably be almost done."

"Two days!" Zhuang Yan begged: "Can it be longer? Is it OK for a week?"

The health officer stopped pen and turned around immediately, staring at Zhuang Yan with his eyes looking at the aliens: "I have seen many new recruits like you. Why don't you ask me to make a one or two month rest leave note for you? Let you lie until the recruit company ends? Come on, I won't let you open it for you these two days."

Speaking of this, Zhuangyan could only shut up with tactfulness.

But I was cursing in my heart.

Swear to our ancestors.

Of course, I dare not scold.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and the solemn, whose heels improved slightly, began to conduct high-intensity recruit training again.

The unscrupulous right foot started to hurt again.

Fortunately, both feet hurt before, but now they are just one, walking tidally, Tieguai Li.

The more painful the feet hurt, the slower they run; the slower they run, the more they are punished; the more they are punished, the solemn right foot has never had the chance to recover, and they still enjoy Xu Xingguo's dog-pulling treatment every day, running in a panic amid the sound of Niu Dali's belt.

From a comfortable and comfortable life to a tense and arduous military training, he solemnly endured the pressure and hardship that he had never tried since he fell to the ground, both mentally and even physically.

His nerves were tightly tense and were particularly fragile. As long as he touched it with a little external force, it would be hopelessly broken.

Early in the morning, the cold wind blew, standing solemnly in the queue, with a tall military posture.

The second squad leader Niu Dali paced back and forth in front of the queue. He looked at the stopwatch in his hand and said, "There are twenty minutes left..."

The solemn thighs felt a little cramped, and the muscles seemed to be squeezed together, making it hard and uncomfortable.

He wanted to move, but he didn't dare. In addition to clamping a poker on his legs and knees, he also clamped one on his hands. The 87-style army large-brimmed hat was buckled on his head. As long as he moved a little, the hat and poker might fall to the ground.

Of course, he was much better than Guo Xiangyang standing next to him. Old Guo had a slinging legs and could not hold one of his feet. The squad leader tied his feet tightly with his belt, looking like a pitiful mummy.

The temperature in early spring was very low, and sweat still blew out from the recruits' noses. A gust of wind blew, and the big-brimmed hat on the solemn head shaking and fell to the ground.

Niu Dali suddenly turned around, stared at him, and said expressionlessly: "Remove the hat and spend fifteen minutes."

Solemnly protested: "It was blown away by the wind!"

Niu Dali didn't raise his head: "Add twenty minutes!"

Zhuang Yan's nose was crooked: "I don't accept you!"

Niu Dali raised his head, his eyes shook coldly on his solemn face: "Add twenty-five minutes!"
Chapter completed!