Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

"What the hell is going on? We've been exhausted all the way here, and we've finally arrived at the rest area. Why are we still causing trouble?"

The new recruits, carrying their equipment, stood at the bottom of a huge earthen slope that was a hundred meters long and had an angle of more than thirty degrees, looking hopeless.

Not far behind were the newly-set-up marching tents.

Inside the tent, the sounds of cutting vegetables and chopping meat could be heard constantly.

Several large pots were bubbling, and white hot steam was constantly coming out of the steamers.

Even the air is filled with the tempting smell of braised chicken legs and fragrant steamed buns.

In fact, there are rest points during the march, generally determined by the distance.

Not too many, just about two or three.

The significance of a rest point is somewhat similar to setting up camp at a certain place during ancient marches and battles.

Its function is to provide a buffer and rest for the soldiers who have been tired from the long journey.

Right now, it's clearly time to eat.

But the company commander brought them here and asked them to rush up the slope ten times before they could have food.

Sprinting up the slope, as the name suggests, means sprinting up the slope.

It is a very common subject in the army, used to train explosive power and endurance.

But now, the recruits had been running for a whole day and were already starving.

My legs are as sore as noodles, how can I have the strength to complete ten climbs?

"Captain, can you do it a little less? Ten times is too many. Can you do it once?"

"Captain, can you please let us eat first? We'll have more energy to charge after we eat!"

The recruits seemed to have a toothache and tried to bargain in a few words.

But this is not a vegetable market, and Ge Zhiyong is not a small vendor.

He looked coldly at the recruit in front of him and scolded him without any politeness.

"Do you really think the food in the army is so delicious?"

"If you want to eat, you must complete ten hill-sprints for me. Only after you complete them can you eat!"

At this moment, the recruits were full of resentment and really wanted one of them to rush up and kick the company commander.

Many of them had worn-out feet and shoulders, unable to even walk.

Isn't it really unreasonable to ask you to rush up the slope ten times at this time?

In fact, everyone guessed correctly, Ge Zhiyong was just making things difficult for them.

Many people say that now that living conditions have improved, the soldiers of Yan State have lost their former courage.

Therefore, sometimes it is necessary to create difficulties and let the recruits suffer.

The more unreasonable the demands, the more they will push the soldiers to their limits.

It can also help these new recruits grow into qualified soldiers more quickly.

"If this were wartime, the enemy on the slope would be building a defensive position."

"Could it be that you would bargain at this time, asking if you could wait until after dinner before launching the charge?"

"I'll count to three. If no one moves, dinner will be cancelled!"

"1......"

The recruits pursed their cracked lips and looked at the hundred-meter-long slope in despair.

He broke through ten times, and he was still fully armed!

Will I still be alive after running?

Just when everyone was struggling and hesitating whether to rush forward or not.

There was already a figure that rushed out first.

The person who took the lead was Qin Feng!

After a long day of running, his feet were extremely sore.

But such a short distance and such a little hardship are nothing compared to the Hunan Army who wore straw sandals and rushed thousands of miles to rescue Shanghai.

There is no reason why we, the younger generation, cannot do what our ancestors were able to do!

Qin Feng was seen holding the backpack rope tightly with both hands and charging towards the long slope with all his might.

Qi Meng, Li Jiasheng, Chen Sanxi and others followed closely behind, also following behind Qin Feng.

Seeing someone taking the lead, the others no longer hesitated and charged towards the slope with roars.

There is no point in thinking about anything at this time. You can only eat by obeying orders!

Once, twice, three times...

Even Qin Feng slowed down after rushing up the slope again and again.

Especially at the end of the slope, the slope is at least forty-five degrees.

Imagine walking for a whole day with a gun and a heavy backpack on your back.

Now I have to rush up the slope ten times while smelling the delicious food.

It's even worse than singing military songs for two hours at the canteen door.

"Brother Feng, I, I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore!"

When he rushed up the slope for the seventh time, Chen Sanxi lost his balance and knelt on his knees in a deep salute.

Not only him, but also Li Jiasheng and several new recruits in Class 4 have reached their limits.

"It's boring, really, really boring..."

At the scene, more and more people knelt on the ground exhausted.

Even those who are still standing are still staggering when they walk.

It seems like I could fall to the ground at any time with just a gust of wind.

Qin Feng couldn't care about other classes. He was only worried about whether the people in his class could complete these ten slope sprints.

He took out a backpack rope, tied it tightly and put it on Chen Sanxi, and put the other end on his chest.

"Chen Sanxi, I'll drag you away later!"

"Qi Meng, hold Li Jiasheng!"

"it is good!"

"Those who are in better condition, take care of those who are in worse condition! There are only three more trips left. If we rush through, we can eat. Grit our teeth and work harder!"

After Qin Feng finished speaking, he dragged Chen Sanxi, who was like a dead dog, and rushed towards the slope.

Although he was also very tired, he was the deputy monitor of Class 4.

He has the responsibility to stand up at this time and lead everyone through the difficulties.

"Chen Sanxi, stop blaming me and give me some effort!"

"I have a can of Coke in my bag. Once you finish the climb, it's yours..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Sanxi's eyes widened and he immediately became excited.

There's nothing more tempting than drinking a Coke after training.

This guy climbed up using his hands and feet, and Qin Feng's burden was instantly reduced a lot.

Seeing this, the people from other classes followed Qin Feng's example and started letting those in good condition lead those in poor condition.

For a moment, the entire long slope was filled with the figures of "driving trains".

Zhao Pengfei stood on the slope with a look of satisfaction on his face.

This kid Qin Feng always takes the lead at the most critical moment.

There was also deep approval in Ge Zhiyong's eyes.

This kid could obviously complete the climb on his own and then rest on the side.

But he did not choose to do so, but instead set an example for everyone with his own actions.

Do not abandon, do not give up!

These are the good soldiers led by me, Ge Zhiyong!

The veteran squad leaders from other squads also saw this scene.

They felt that Qin Feng not only had a positive energy magnetic field, but also had a natural appeal.

It is indeed a great fortune for the 402nd Regiment to have such new recruits!

"Hurry, hurry, this is the last trip, the last trip, come on, come on!"

On the slope, the veteran squad leaders began shouting to cheer on the new recruits in their squad.

It’s just like the parents cheering for the kids during a kindergarten sports day.

With the encouragement of their old mother, the new recruits lived up to expectations and rushed forward.

He used up almost all the strength he had gained in his previous life and rushed up the slope with all his might.

"The dawn of victory is just around the corner, comrades, charge!"

"Come on!"

But when they roared and were about to rush up the slope.

What awaits them is the ruthless iron feet of their respective squad leaders.

The recruits were kicked to the ground, and their fallen bodies raised a large amount of yellow earth.

Even Qin Feng was not paying attention and was kicked in the chest by Zhao Pengfei.

Then it hit Chen Sanxi like a rolling ball and slid down six or seven meters.

Shameless, despicable, and unethical! Damn!

Looking at the group of people below who were covered in dust and dirt, Ge Zhiyong couldn't stop smiling.

"This last move is to tell you, don't let victory get to your heads! The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment!"

"Now, get up and get in line down there so we can eat!"

Male Gobi!

Every recruit clenched his fists and had fire in his eyes.

Rather than eating, they now wanted to rush up and beat Ge Zhiyong up.

And he has to be beaten so hard that even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him!

......

"Are you familiar?"

"I think it's almost done, let's fix it quickly!"

"Damn, why is there still blood foam?"

"Who cares? The class next door has already eaten!"

"Come on, come on, one string each, Brother Feng, you get one too..."

Qin Feng looked at the meat skewers that Chen Sanxi brought over, which were still foaming with blood, and was very resistant.

So he waved his hand and decisively refused.

The dinner supply was quite rich.

There are dishes, rice, and a small barbecue.

That’s right, it’s a small barbecue in a self-service style, just like camping.

Qin Feng really admires the hands-on ability and creative ideas of the veterans in the kitchen squad.

They brought so many skewers of meat, which greatly facilitated the soldiers' enjoyment of field training.

But Chen Sanxi and his friends’ barbecue skills were so poor that they looked like starving ghosts.

The chicken wings and skewers didn't look cooked through yet, but I couldn't wait to start eating them.

If you eat this thing, aren't you afraid of having diarrhea all the way?

Qin Feng shook his head and still felt that eating vegetables and steamed buns was more reliable.

Soon, the pleasant dinner time ended.

It's already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Ge Zhiyong gathered everyone together and said he was going to play a little game with them.

When the recruits heard about playing games, they immediately became interested, thinking it was a singing performance, throwing handkerchiefs, or passing the flower while beating drums.

But Ge Zhiyong shook his head and said that these were too childish and not suitable for adults like them.

So he took out a stack of white paper and a pencil from behind.

Then he grinned at everyone and said, "The name of this game is, copying tombstones..."