Reborn in the 70s / Reborn in 1978

After eating, everyone washes their own bowls, puts them in the bowl bag, puts them in the designated place, and then walks slowly on the playground in line.

After walking around for a few laps, it was free to move around.The crowd dispersed at once, and groups of three or five were wandering around on the playground, discussing one after another.

The training life that the gangsters call hell began so simply.

The whole team of gangsters is called a training camp, battalion commander Wang Sheng, deputy battalion commander Li Wenxue, Lao Ga and Lao Bao are shaking.But this name is false, the instructor has the final say, and the two of them have to follow suit, and the treatment must be much better.

The first item of Chinese military training is always the queue, which is the best way to quickly form a collective concept and a concept of obedience.

Don't underestimate walking in the queue. This is heavy physical work. After a few hours, you can hardly lift your legs, and you are sweating profusely.

During the break, Lao Ga and Lao Bao walked slowly along the playground while stretching their arms. Lao Ga was fine, but Lao Bao was sweating like he had taken a bath.

Lao Ga looked at Lao Bao and said, "Your physique is really not good. You look like a chicken. You are sweating after two steps. If you run a few laps, you will not die. You can tell me what to do."

Lao Bao put his hips on his hips, took a deep breath and rolled his eyes at Lao Ga, and said, "I'm an engineer, and you think everyone is as muscular as you. Besides, it's because I just didn't get used to it, okay? Say no. I can do better than you in terms of training speed."

Lao Ga looked up to the sky and laughed twice, and said: "Okay, you will be better than me at that time, I will be your secretary, and I will listen to everything you say."

Lao Bao gave him a blank look and didn't say a word.

Gangzi and two students came over from one side and said, "Oh, I'm so stupid, how are you doing these days, my feet are blistered, and it hurts when I walk."

Lao Ga looked back at him and said, "Who didn't wake up? You are the only one in pain? You have the guts to talk to the instructor."

Gangzi scratched Baji's head and said, "I dare to say it sooner."

During training breaks, they are not allowed to sit or lie down, they can only walk slowly like this.

The whistle blew, and the crowd swaying in the playground quickly formed four neat squares.

The instructors are two people per team, taking turns.

In the afternoon there was foreign language training, English and Russian. Surprisingly, there were four of these gangsters who could speak Japanese quite fluently, so the group of hard-working gangsters added another Japanese language. The instructors were those four gangsters, one in a row.

Half a month later, a foreign language test was conducted. According to the test results, foreign language learning was re-divided into classes, so that when learning foreign languages, there were four classes, three classes only learned one type, and another small class learned English, Russian, and Japanese at the same time. .

There are geniuses at any time, it has nothing to do with birth.

Two months later, the queue changed to morning exercises, physical training began in the morning, and there was an additional firearms training in the afternoon.

The basement of the entire base has almost been hollowed out, half of which is a room warehouse, and the other half is an indoor shooting range.

Every day at 03:30 in the afternoon, the students began to learn the knowledge of firearms and practice marksmanship here.

Lao Bao held a pistol, tied the handle and the butt of the gun with a bandage, and concentrated on shooting the target.

He was weak, and he was afraid that the recoil of the gun would knock the gun out of his hand and hurt people, so he had to tie it like this, and waited for his body and arms to get used to it.

Lao Ga was firing a rifle.

He has good physical fitness, firearms training has a great relationship with physical fitness, and his muscular tissue can effectively relieve the impact of recoil.

Chapter 291 Seeing Bleeding Again (1)

"bell……"

After the bell rang, the corridor became lively, those who went to the bathroom trotted all the way, and those who went out to stroll shook every step.

Zhang Xingming and Bao Qiu came out of the classroom while talking.

The classes of the school are arranged according to odd and even numbers from the middle to both sides, with class 246 to the south and class 1357 to the north.

As soon as the two of them reached the gate of Class [-], they heard a boom behind them and the crowd exploded. The boys all ran to Class [-], and the girls stood against the wall, afraid of being hit by men.

The two of them also looked back, and Zhang Xingming said, "What's the matter?"

Baoqiu pulled his clothes and walked back, saying: "Is there a fight? It must be, go and see."

Zhang Xingming followed Baoqiu to the door of the seventh class classroom.

In the eyes of boys, student fights are simply nothing. They happen in the entire teaching building every day, big and small, calm and fierce. A group of half-sized children are together, so it's strange if they don't fight.

The girl screamed and ran away, but no matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like she was afraid. I was really afraid, what are you looking at with your eyes so wide?

On the contrary, at this time, most of the boys ran faster than the girls, for fear of harming Chi Yu, Fist and Ban Deng didn't have eyes.

As they approached, there were crackling sounds and beating and scolding sounds in the classroom of Class [-]. The tables and chairs were knocked down, and the things on the table fell everywhere with a clatter.

The two squeezed to the door of the classroom and looked in. The two boys were torn together. The students in the classroom all stood behind the teacher, fearing that they would be affected.

Zhang Xingming looked carefully, but didn't even know the name.

One of them was physically stronger than the other, and finally found the right opportunity to push the opponent to the ground and punched him hard in the face a few times, while the other covered his face with his hands and twisted to avoid it.

I beat him a few times, and when I was strong enough, the one stood up cursing, kicked the one lying on the ground covering his face, and said, "Get up, fuck you, get up and beat me, aren't you awesome? Get up. ah."

The buddy's face and clothes were covered with blood, and he lay on his side covering his face without making a sound or moving.

He stood up and kicked a few times, cursed a few words, turned and walked towards the door of the classroom, ready to go to the water room to wash, his nose was also bleeding, but not much, some stained on his clothes.

As soon as he walked to the door, the buddy who was lying on the ground suddenly turned over and got up, with an extra stool board in his hand.

At this time, the most used by students to fight is the stool board. The stools on which the students sit are made of hardwood boards with a width of five or six centimeters and a length of thirty to forty centimeters. These boards can be torn off and used as weapons with just a few movements. , It does not affect sitting in class.

Those watching the excitement inside and outside the classroom let out an exclamation almost at the same time.

When he reached the door, the guy was about to turn around, but he was half a beat too late, and was hit hard on the back of the head by the stool.

He clutched the back of his head and turned to look at the student, raised his other finger and pointed, then his body went limp and fell to the ground, blood flowed out from the back of his head, and soon a large piece of the ground was red, thick The smell of blood evaporated in the classroom.

This time I really screamed, the girl ran out screaming desperately, and the boy also hid far away.

Baoqiu tugged at Zhang Xingming and said, "Go away, don't look at it, you'll be in trouble if you die."

Zhang Xingming turned around, he couldn't leave, looked at Baoqiu, and said, "Hurry up and find the teacher, I'll take a look."

After speaking, he entered the classroom, supported the male student's head, parted his hair to look at the wound, and stained some blood with his hand.

There was a big opening on the back of the head by the stool board, which was five or six centimeters long. Fortunately, the nails on the stool board were taken out, so Zhang Xingming breathed a sigh of relief.

All that comes out is blood, that's fine, at least no one will be killed.

Turn over the boy's clothes, tear off a piece and roll it up and press it on the back of his head, then turn around and look outside the classroom, Baoqiu is not there, it looks like he went to find the teacher, looked left and right, and said, "The one who beat someone ? Run away?"

A classmate on the side said: "Go through the back door, I just left."

Zhang Xingming glanced at the back door of the class.