In the small conference room of the company, Zhuang Yan and Li Chuangcheng stood side by side, and opposite the instructor Cai Chaolin was sitting.

Cai Chaolin looked at Zhuangyan, then looked at Li Chuangcheng, and scratched his head.

After thinking for a while, he finally spoke: "How do you manage the troops?"

This is an unanswered question.

Zhuang Yan and Li Chuangcheng said one after another: "I'm sorry, instructor, we didn't take care of it."

This is the best answer.

The soldiers under his commander are to blame for fighting.

Just like yellow mud falling into the crotch, it’s either shit or shit.

Cai Chaolin sighed and said to Zhuang Yan: "You, how can you say that you are good? Zhuang Yan, the people in Class 3 must be more optimistic. I always say that it is that Class 3 is stable, and we are all stable. Your responsibility is heavy. Go back and educate Fang Dabao well. Fighting in the kitchen class is a very serious matter. There is a knife there, and it is easy to have problems if you fight."

This is obviously a bit biased.

Zhuang Yan couldn't help laughing and said, "Instructor, Fang Dabao's fight is wrong, but Xu Xingxing from the kitchen team is also wrong. After all, it is not good to fight anywhere. Not to mention that the kitchen team has a knife, the platoon has a gun, right?"

Cai Chaolin was stunned for a moment, and the solemn words seemed to be fine.

"Okay, okay, go back and ask Fang Dabao to write a check and send it to me. If the writing is not done well, I won't forgive him."

"Yes!" said Zhuang Yan.

"And you!" Cai Chaolin pointed at Li Chuangcheng and said, "Is Fang Dabao's statement true? I just looked at it. The chicken in Class 3's dishes is indeed a bit bone-free. Do you also care about it when you divide the dishes and try to be fair so as not to have any objections to the class platoon!"

"Yes!" Li Chuangcheng also said: "I will criticize those boys fiercely when I look back."

After leaving the company, I saw a lot of soldiers gathered in groups of three or two in front of the canteen, and they were all talking.

Among them, there are three classes, some are kitchen classes, and some are other classes.

The most eye-catching one is Xu Xingguo.

"I said that if the comrades in Class 3 want to eat meat, they can compete with the kitchen class and go to the training ground. Whoever is awesome is the decision, go to the obstacles, whoever wins, let others choose the chicken in the dish!"

This is obviously a fan of the Yin wind and lights the ghost fire, fearing that the world will not be in chaos.

However, what is surprising is that no one in Class 3 dared to face the challenge, and they all stood there without saying a word.

The new Zeng Jian couldn't help but ask Fang Dabao: "Dabao, they are from the kitchen team, you can compare with him!"

It would be fine if I didn’t say it, but once I said it, Fang Dabao was so embarrassed.

If you want to win the kitchen squad, Fang Dabao and several veterans from Class 3 are really afraid to say that.

Before Zhuang Yan went to the teaching team, under the influence of veteran Zhu Dekang and Zhuang Yan, the third squad began to use all his free time for military training.

After leaving the solemn god, this habit continued.

When Zhu Dekang retired from the army, the cooking squad leader Li Chuangcheng did not delay the training.

Many things are often like this. Everything is difficult at the beginning, and as long as it starts, it will be easy to do.

The Eighth Company’s kitchen class is now basically training like the ordinary class squad.

Moreover, almost all the people in the kitchen are veterans. In addition to the new recruits who joined this year, others such as Lin Hao, Tong Yibo, Jin Xuewu, Ma Ermao, Luo Jia, Xu Xingxing, etc., were all known to Zhuang Yan in the past. After more than a year of training, they are no worse than the third class left by Chen Qingming.

Fang Dabao and the veterans of the third squad, such as Zhao Fugui, Chen Jun, Guo Xiaoli, Wu Xiangshang and Zhou Simin, were not sure if they wanted to win the kitchen squad.

Especially Xu Xingxing, who is the best trainer in the kitchen class now, where can Fang Dabao get the confidence to go to the training ground with others?

Zeng Jian didn't understand the situation at all. In his opinion, isn't the combat squad platoon the combat squad platoon? Why can't even compare to the kitchen squad?

The more he urged, the more crazy Fang Dabao was.

Several other veterans from Class 3 made excuses next to him and said, "Okay, okay, you can compare what you want. You can't eat after running a barrier later. It's boring. What's the point of cooking? Is it worth comparing to our squad with them? Isn't this an obvious bullying?"

Boos were everywhere around.

Everyone knows that this is just an excuse to not dare to face the challenge.

Zhuangyan stood outside the crowd and whispered to Li Chuangcheng and bit his ears.

Li Chuangcheng nodded, separated everyone, came to the center of the circle, and shouted: "I agree with the comparison, just compare. We are all from the combat troops. If you want to eat chicken, you rely on your strength. If you don't have the strength, you don't have any complaints! Xu Xingxing!"

"arrive!"

"Just compete with Fang Dabao! Let them know how powerful our kitchen team is!"

He turned his head to look at Fang Dabao and said, "Dabao, didn't you say you were from the combat squad? OK, it depends on whether you deserve the word "fight"."

"Just compete!" Fang Dabao finally couldn't help but burst out. In front of everyone, being so provoked by someone and not agreeing would be like being slapped in public and not daring to fight back.

"Who is afraid of whom!"

He didn't think he would lose.

At least, although Xu Xingxing's training level is first-class in the kitchen class, it is generalized by the level of the class squad.

I had been practicing hard for a while back then. Although I had hardly trained much in the second year, I had three pounds of nails on the bad boat, right?

Just do it, who is afraid of whom!?

He took the initiative.

I heard that the kitchen team had to compare with the third squad, and all the soldiers from the company ran out to watch the fun.

Those who serve in the army like to compete.

Whoever hero and whoever is good, compare and watch on the training ground.

The side of the obstacle course soon filled the audience with their necks.

At the beginning, he looked around and said to Dabao, "Pull up your trouser legs, warm up, don't hurt later."

Fang Dabao was obviously very nervous. He didn't even wear a camouflage hat, his forehead was covered with sweat, he kept pressing his legs and squatting down to stand up, and then raised his legs high.

"Do you think you can beat Xu Xingxing?" Zhuang Yan asked.

Fang Dabao glanced at the runway next to him, bragging to Zhuang Yan with an expression that he was not sure of, "It's a piece of cake! Look at me not killing that bad star!"

Zhuang Yan has been away from the Eighth Company for more than half a year, and he still doesn’t understand what level of training level in Class 3 is.

Taking this opportunity, he also wanted to see what level the third class, known as the "garbage recycling class", can achieve after three shifts in the past six months.

Li Chuangcheng served as the referee and had already stood at the starting line with a stopwatch and whistle.

"beep--"

The whistle blew, Fang Dabao and Xu Xingxing got up and ran away.

Fang Dabao had just run for 100 meters, and Zhuang Yan laughed secretly in his heart.

In fact, Fang Dabao is now leading the way, running wildly, and pulling Xu Xingxing five or six meters away in the first hundred meters.

However, as long as you are an experienced veteran, you know that Fang Dabao may be over.

Zhuangyan looked under the shade of the tree on the left and found that Xu Xingguo was also looking at him, showing a smug smile.
Chapter completed!