As time passes day by day, people with goals pass very quickly.

The soldiers of the third squad were fighting on the training ground every day.

The training subjects of the Chinese field army army soldiers are simple and simple, and neither simple nor simple.

Generally speaking, it is the application of weapons, tactics, and these two basic physical training.

But learning is easy and difficult to learn.

Being a soldier does not mean being a qualified soldier.

What is a qualified soldier?

It means that you can pick up an infantry light weapon, which can launch the projectile according to your intended target and hit the target accurately.

Can move to the designated destination according to the command within the time specified by the superior, and build fortifications to be ready.

To put it bluntly, everything you learn is about destroying the enemy by one purpose.

The seemingly simple four words measure the essence of a soldier's military value.

Excellent soldiers are not born with them. Everyone evolved from the new recruits who are ignorant of everything.

Drop bombs, how many times have your hands swollen? How many thousand coach bombs have you dropped?

Shooting, how many bullets have you shot? Lying on the ground and practicing aiming a few times? You skillfully kick out a nest with your heels like a veteran under yourself to accommodate your poor balls so that it will not be miserable in the subsequent lengthy aiming.

Have you counted these pits?

How many have you dug?

How many times have you tried to get cramps when you stand up and aim without support?

Also, how many times have your hands been blistered, and they have broken their skin over and over again, healed and started again, and finally turned into cocoons?

If your tiger's mouth does not have a thick layer of hard skin because of the gun, you will be embarrassed to say that you are an infantryman of the Chinese Army.

How many times have you tried to train under the scorching sun in the sun, and then your skin faded a dozen times, or dozens of times?

Have you ever experienced the moment when your finger presses on the trigger and waits for the firing?

Have you tasted the pleasure of accurately hitting various chest ring targets, half-body targets, side-body targets, or even machine gun targets after the bullet you shoot has flew over a hundred meters or even a few hundred meters?

Have you ever got the great happiness of the moment your goal has been completely executed and destroyed?

Of course, ordinary people won’t have one, but soldiers can.

In China, soldiers are not only a profession, but also a name for their growth process in a specific period.

If you have been a soldier, you will have this title.

Just like the life in which the song has a history of being a soldier, I will never regret it in my life.

Therefore, the life of a soldier is a strange life.

These days, Class 3's training has gradually come on track. Zhuang Yan has time to calm down and think about his military career.

There is a problem that has been plaguing Sangyan.

How do you live your military career?

Is it like I thought when I first joined the army, I spent three years, and then while my parents were not retired, I went home to arrange a job within the system, and then lived my life with an iron rice bowl, and my wife and children were warm to the bed until I was old?

Or do you want to be a professional soldier like Yin Xiancong, Lao Qiqi Luo Xiaoming or his old enemy Xu Xingguo, who aims to take the military academy and strive to be a professional soldier and stay in the army for a long time?

Or is it like Wang Dazui, who has low requirements and is not as good as the best. He just waits for the military reform to transfer to a non-commissioned officer, strives to stay in the army, strives to achieve the designated period of time that can be assigned to work, marry a wife with a household registration in a developed city near the station, and then transfer to a job and stay in a big city?

In fact, every soldier who contributes to the army has to face a problem of retreat.

Man is not God.

Not soldiers.

If you are a person, you have to face life and society.

It is impossible for soldiers to be on the ground forever, and sooner or later they will leave the troops to face society.

Therefore, it is inevitable that anyone will be present to consider the problem of the future.

Solemnity is a kind of pressure-free type.

But without pressure, it doesn’t mean you can ignore it.

Just as before joining the army, when she had a big fight with her father, the words her mother said to herself were rich in the subtle philosophy in Chinese family ethics.

"My brother is married, giving you a favor, not giving you a reason. After all, you still have to have your own way to go, have your own life to live, and everything depends on yourself. There is nothing more reliable than relying on yourself."

The solemnity at that time was very dissatisfied with it.

Think about it now, what my mother said makes sense!

After being a soldier for more than a year, Zhuang Yan has thought about this kind of problem. But since he returned from fighting the flood, especially after going back to visit his father on the hospital bed, Zhuang Yan always seems to have a voice ridiculed himself whenever he thinks of this problem.

You don’t have as many military achievements as your father, so do you have the nerve to consider your personal future?

Your comrades-in-arms have sacrificed and you have made contributions. Do you have the nerve to only think about your own interests?

So Zhuangyan fell into a contradictory situation.

He was embarrassed to consider his personal issues, but he had to consider them. It was precisely because of the contradiction that after being a soldier for more than a year, Zhuang Yan still had not found his goal.

He still does things randomly and primitively.

When he went to the teaching team, he couldn't swallow his breath. He didn't accept Niu Dali laughed at himself for having to go to the company to raise pigs.

In the teaching team, I tried my best to enter the top competition, just to get a medal, so as to prove that I did not rely solely on my luck in fighting the flood, and I stepped on the body of my comrades to get a third-class medal that I was embarrassed to give.

Now, what are you doing?

Without a goal, life will have no motivation.

The same is true for being a soldier.

Without a goal, does everything you do yourself make sense?

I have won the third-class merit in the first year and also won the top medal. It is definitely not a problem to join the party next time.

There is everything, what else is this soldier pursuing now?

He himself felt confused.

He sat beside the training ground and looked at the third squad of soldiers sweating profusely on the training ground.

Han Xiaobei tied the sandbag and ran away with obstacles every time.

Han Xiaobei has changed.

It used to be like a bean sprout, but now the muscles on the arms are already clearly lined. It is more than twice as dark as when it came. The camouflage uniform on its body is torn to pieces, but there is a murderous aura in its eyes.

This is already like a soldier.

Zhuang Yan suddenly realized that what he did seemed to be meaningless.

Is it not to perfect others to improve yourself?

Changing others is also changing oneself.

Whether it is Han Xiaobei or Zeng Jian, if they can achieve their goals and change their lives in the third squad they lead, then wouldn’t everything they do make sense?

Suddenly, he felt like he was hit hard by a heavy hammer.

After talking to my father in the hospital, some knots that were not untied were all untied.

Honors are only part of the soldier's military career, but not all.

The reason why my father never took out those military medals was not just guilt for his comrades, but that his father never took these things to heart.

He went to the battlefield not for those medals, but for his own ideals.

What is his ideal?

Obviously, he went to war and killed the enemy not because he wanted to make meritorious service, but because he wanted to do that. As he said, there must be someone to defend this country. If you don’t go, I won’t go, the country will be gone.

This proposition sounds boundlessly large, too big.

When talking about this issue, Zhuangyan's small squad leader seemed a little arrogant.

However, if all the squad leaders in the People's Liberation Army train outstanding soldiers seriously, then the gathering will be small and the number will be large, just like a stream flowing into a river, the river flows into a river, and the river flows into the sea...

That will be the vast ocean of national defense forces.

Such a military life seems to have its own strength!

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt that he might really want to continue working in the army.
Chapter completed!