Naiwen's curiosity and impulse towards the guns has slowly become numb and cooled down these days. No matter who it is, you have to hold a gun every day, with a stone weighing a kilogram hanging from the barrel. You can also collapse under the scorching sun for two hours of motionlessness, and you will also collapse... Especially, the gun is empty and there is not a single bullet, and if you pull the trigger and shoot the bullets out of nowhere, you will be in a long time.

Just after returning to the camp, Naiwen felt that he was almost out of strength to hold chopsticks. His arms, from fingertips to shoulders, from skin to bones, every tendon, every muscle, and every cell seemed to be soaked in old vinegar for a few years before taking them out. Any subtle movement can make you cry sore.

In addition to hands, what is even more uncomfortable is the eyes. On the training ground, both hands hold the gun and cannot move. The sweat on the head rolls down and some of it flows into the eyes, making the eyes so spicy that it hurts. After a week, Naiwen felt that his eyes were red like a rabbit.

The sides of his shoulders were already swollen. Although it was painful, when he was eating, he saw the full pot of fried pork with bamboo shoots. Naiwen still used fearless perseverance and courage to fly, and quickly wiped out the fried pork with a group of comrades. If he didn't have enough physical strength, Naiwen didn't know if he would faint again in tomorrow's training...

Naiwen has fainted twice on the training ground. Every day, in the high temperature of about 30 to 40 degrees, in the scorching sun, people standing suddenly fell down. Everyone has become accustomed to this.

The hardship of training was something that no one expected. In the words of Naiwen and his squad leader, when he came here, he realized that the days when he was in the army in Meng Gu were like playing.

No culture, no family background, no money, no ability...Newen, who has nothing, has gradually understood these days that in this land, if you want to make a name for yourself, live a good life, and earn more money than others, you only have one advantage, that is, you have to endure hardships than others - children from poor families who grew up in the Golden Triangle. There is no man who wants to survive on this land, who cannot endure hardships. What is this little hardship?

It was Naiwen and another comrade-in-arms on duty today. After everyone finished their meal, Naiwen and the others were responsible for cleaning up the basins for the dishes and sending them back to the canteen of the camp before they could go back.

As soon as he returned to the barracks, Naiwin saw several guys in the barracks sitting on the bed playing poker. They were the smokers in their platoons. Although gambling was strictly prohibited in the army, no one dared to test the law. However, when the smokers were playing poker, each took out a pack of cigarettes. Each time, one or two of them discussed winning or losing, and they were enjoying it. Even when the platoon leader saw it, he turned a blind eye, closed his eyes, and was too lazy to care about them.

It seemed that Mao Tuo won this round, and the guy Mao Tuo shouted, "Ha...ha... hurry up. You three, one of you will give me a cigarette, and one of them will give me a cigarette!"

"You are so lucky, you are so lucky! It's impossible to kill you!"

"Sun, if you try to get it, you will get it. Come quickly!"

"You are not cheating, are you? Why do I always feel like you know what cards I have?"

"Fuck, the cards are yours, and you will do it if you want to cheat. Don't blame the toilet if it is crooked. **There is no bones. Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and bring them to me!" Mao Tuo was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke was shrouded in a very arrogant way. The other people could only give him a cigarette helplessly.

Looking at Mao Tuo's old fried dough stick smiling exaggeratedly. Naiwen really admired the strength of Mao Tuo's nerves. The last incident made Mao Tuo lose all his skin. In addition to apologizing to others, the thirty-whip whip of the Military Law Department made this guy lie on the bed for two days and couldn't move. The rank of the first-class lieutenant was also demoted to the same level as Naiwen. These blows, in theory, were enough to make anyone depressed for a while, but when it was on Mao Tuo, it seemed that there was no effect at all. As soon as he got out of bed, he immediately jumped up again, "Don't be afraid or not. I can still get 300 yuan a month of military salary. It's enough to spend. I'm just demoted to one level. When I fight, I'll get a non-commissioned officer to do it..."

After coming to his bed, Naiwen lay down, took out a notebook from under the pillow, took out a pencil, and looked at the things on the notebook while resting...

"Newen is a good student there again!" Mao Tuo screamed, "He is going to write a love letter to the girl he likes, ha...ha..."

Neiwen ignored Maotu, and Naiwen made a threatening gesture directly at Maotu, and then tried hard to recall the things on the notebook. Naiwen's notebook was written in a mess, with words and symbols. In the world, only Naiwen could understand what was written on it...

Since the reopening of the Seicho Bridge, the troops have become popular all of a sudden. Compared to the shabby at the beginning, Naiwen has successively obtained a lot of things, including marching bedding, washbasin, mouth tank, toothpaste, toothbrush, soap, towel, lunch box, belt, brand new military uniform, boots, helmet, dagger... When the new training uniform was sent, many people were reluctant to wear it, for fear of being broken, so they finally gave orders to put it on. At this moment, the miscellaneous clothes on Eagle Nest Mountain disappeared suddenly, and the huge military camp suddenly became a little murderous intent. Facing all this, Naiwen felt as if she was in a dream.

Notebooks and pencils are non-supply products. They bought them in the store of the Soldier Club in the barracks. They spent 2 yuan and 8 cents in total. They were the first extravagant expenses that Naiwen made after receiving his first month’s salary. The things recorded in the notebook were learned by Naiwen and his friends in the evening. The cultural courses start with learning to write their own names, then the names of their comrades in the class, and then the ranks, and the officials... I have to say that Naiwen thinks that such cultural courses are really suitable for them. Compared with the hard training, the content of the cultural courses is accumulated from some easy-to-remember things around them. Step by step, from shallow to deep, and slowly improve. Starting from literacy, there are also some math or geography related to the army. Naiwen feels that he can learn a lot in every class. The class is in the barracks where everyone lives, and the atmosphere is also very relaxed...

One and a half hours after supper passed quickly. At 18:25, five minutes in advance, the people in the barracks quickly packed up their things. At 18:30, Naiwen and his platoon leader, wearing camouflage short sleeves, walked into the barracks with a long roll of things in their arms, opened the things and hung them on the blackboard in the room. Naiwen saw it. It was a map, but today's map was a little different from what they saw yesterday. This map was seen on the wall of the battalion office. The map was full of small circles that they couldn't understand - it was a military map!

Everyone sat down, and the platoon leader of Naiwen and his platoon stood in front of the blackboard and slowly glanced at the people in the house. "I will first inform you about the situation. According to the requirements of the team training outline formulated by the command, starting from next week, we will increase the training intensity and content in the jungle and hill areas, including two aspects. One is jungle survival training. We will only bring some survival supplies and equipment, and survive in the designated area for one week. The other is jungle and hill tactical training, including all-terrain marching, patrol, key points of defense, key points of attack, ambush and counter-ambush, infiltration and counter-insurgency, attack and counter-attack, and encounters, interspersed roundabouts, search and combat service, etc. Don't give me diarrhea at that time!"

"Don't worry, platoon leader, what do we do? We have grown up in the mountains since we were young, and we can still get diarrhea with such little training!" Mao Tuo, the guy, shouted again, and many people echoed.

The platoon leader frowned, "Don't talk about it here. According to the training policy that is always required by the headquarters, I still don't know who our opponent is. Don't be ruined by others!"

"Platform leader, now we can assemble the gun with our eyes closed. We have been training for so long, but we have never even fired a bullet. If we want to be close to actual combat, when will we be able to enjoy the gun?" This question asked many new recruits' voices, including Naiwin.

"the day after tomorrow!"

"What?" Many people didn't understand it at once.

"The day after tomorrow, live ammunition shooting, each person has five bullets!"

A cheer came from the barracks, and Nain was also excited. Although there were only five bullets, it was enough to make people unable to sleep for two days. The old birds in the platoon just curled their lips at this time!

...

From 18:30 to 20:30, two hours in the evening are study time and a rare rest time for everyone. After two hours, I don’t know if it was because I was too excited or I had gradually gotten used to this kind of life. Naiwen felt that his body had recovered a lot at this time. At this time, I couldn’t feel much tired anymore. Now there is still an hour and a half before the lights are turned off. Seeing that some people in the same room were preparing to wash clothes and some were preparing to take a shower, Naiwen quietly took out a little from his bed, stuffed it in his pocket, and left the barracks alone...
Chapter completed!