The world is not right [rebirth]

At 05:30 in the morning, the day's training begins.

The eastern sky had only just turned a gorgeous rose purple, and the stars hadn't disappeared yet, and a group of trained men were already sweating profusely, running on the slippery soil on the ridge of the field.Zhao Yingshui was at the end of the line, trying to keep up with the people in front with a [-]-kilogram weight on his back, while feeling like he was panting like a dying old dog.

Just when he began to analyze this metaphor sentence with his mind as a writer, Zhao Ying stepped on the grass beside the field ridge—because the dirt road is slippery, running on grass can effectively prevent falling—he It was only when the heels fell that I felt a little wrong. How could such a lush green grass not be stepped on?

The next moment he knew why, the small piece covered by grass blades, the hollow one below.

Zhao Ying squeaked, slipped into the pit, and turned into a big mud monkey.

"Run again." Instructor Gong said.

At eight o'clock in the morning, climb the iron chain.

Dozens of long iron cables hang down from the cliffs that can be seen everywhere. The mountain has been blown by wind and rain, and the soil has been peeled off, revealing the pink or light purple rocks inside. White marks and footprints were left on the purple stone wall.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Zhao Ying looked up at his companions who were training with him. These guys, including Tang Su and Qian Ya, did not take any safety measures. They just relied on such an iron chain to step up and down the cliff with great flexibility. It is simply a group of close relatives of humans who belong to the primate category.

Zhao Ying silently grabbed the end of an iron chain, and found that the iron chain was thinner than his fingers, and his complexion became even paler.

"If you still don't move," Instructor Gong stood behind him, casting a shadow covering Zhao Ying's whole body, and said, "I will personally carry you up the mountain, little brat, and then throw you down from the top of the mountain."

His voice was calm, and it was obvious that he was not joking.

Zhao Ying took a deep breath, separated his hands a certain distance, held the heavy iron chain, and exerted force.Then he let out a breath, lifted his feet and landed on the cliff.

Is this the pose you taught me just now?He thought, getting the other foot off the ground.

Without the support of one foot on the ground, Zhao Ying immediately found that the iron chain was no longer under his control. Because the direction of his hands was not right, the iron chain began to sway from side to side in large and small ranges, like a dog pinched seven inches and struggling desperately. The live snake was trying to throw Zhao Ying off, but Zhao Ying hesitated for a second before letting him climb the iron chain at a height of half a meter.

Instructor Gong was still standing behind him, without any emotion in his tone, "Do it all over again."

nine in the morning.

A few acres of fields have been sorted out. The instructors set up rows of wooden stakes along the field ridges, hung barbed wires on the stakes, and quickly laid out a piece of barbed wire across the training camp.All the trainees had to stuff themselves into this piece of land that had been fertilized not long ago and smelled of animal excrement. While their mouths and nasal cavities were blocked by the smelly mud, they had to walk through the land only ten centimeters from the ground. Thorn fence.

Not to mention, the several instructors in charge of this training whistled vigorously while they were climbing hard. The sharp whistles became faster and faster, and the instructors' demands became faster and faster.

With the help of Tang Su, he was able to climb back and forth under the barbed wire. Zhao Ying raised his head from the stinking mud, and the first thing he saw was a pair of old field boots, the toe of which was only one centimeter from the tip of his nose.

"The slowest one," Instructor Gong said, "This time it doesn't count, try again."

ten o'clock in the morning.

During the 10-minute rest time of others, Zhao Ying still had to crawl through the mud again and again, and finally Zhao Ying, who still hadn't reached the level that instructor Gong thought he should have reached, was covered in stinky muddy water and stood in the sun.

Everyone else went for strength training, but Zhao Ying had to learn martial arts from Instructor Gong during this period because he had no foundation at all.

However, it seems that this situation should not be called learning. Zhao Ying felt that if described according to the facts, it could only be called beating.

"waist!"

Instructor Gong roared shortly.

Before Zhao Ying could react to his words, his leg kicked towards Zhao Ying's waist like a whip.Without even thinking about it, Zhao Ying fell to one side, and the leg whip brushed past his side with the sound of the wind, stopped at an angle that completely exceeded the flexibility of the human body, and kicked down after a short period of energy accumulation.

Zhao Ying, who was on the ground on his back, was kicked to the waist by this leg before he even had time to roll over.

The pain of viscera about to burst made Zhao Ying's eyes turn pale. He gasped for breath, tears secreted from the corners of his eyes, and felt that he was about to die.

But Instructor Gong was standing beside him, staring at him indifferently.

"Come again," he said.

When dinner was served at [-]:[-] noon, Zhao Ying limped to the eating place after taking the medicine.

The eating place is open-air, in a flat valley in the middle of the village.The used tables and chairs were stored in the vacant room, and they were only carried out when eating.As a privileged class, the instructors and base management personnel of course don't need to do it themselves. As for the part that Zhao Ying should move, Tang Su did the work for him.

Tang Su's face was paler than Zhao Ying's. Before Zhao Ying staggered to the seat and sat down, he eagerly stretched out his hand and pulled Zhao Ying to the seat, and lifted Zhao Ying's clothes without saying hello. Look at the wounds on his body.

There were large patches of mottled bruises on his arms, waist, and back, which made him purse his lips tightly.

He gave Zhao Ying a pair of chopsticks, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Zhao Ying was beaten into a daze. He was stunned for a while when he heard his words, and then cast a puzzled look.

"I shouldn't have persuaded you to agree to this special training," Tang Su said in a low voice, while quickly picking up vegetables for Zhao Ying, "It's not suitable for beginners at all, and your physical fitness was not good in the past, a little high Intensive training for a sub-healthy person like you is simply fatal, damn it! If you knew it was this kind of training, you shouldn't have come!"

Zhao Ying silently looked at the bowls she had piled up to the point in the blink of an eye, and after a while, she smiled at Tang Su.

"Why are you laughing!" Tang Su looked very anxious, "I'm not joking with you!"

"Shut up, you can't talk while eating." Instructor Gong raised his head from the other side of the table.

The two young men immediately shrank their necks like quails just hatched. Zhao Ying held the rice bowl in his hands, feeling the heat of the food passing through a thin layer of white porcelain, warming his trembling fingers from time to time.For a moment, it seemed that even the pain in his body was soothed.

Unfortunately, an hour later, he found that this feeling was just his illusion.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, anti-exposure body training.

When Zhao Yinggang heard about this training program, he thought it was body stretching training like yoga. Although stretching training is also painful for a guy like him whose muscles are all stiff, it is the same as the training in the morning. It looks much better than that in an instant.

He forgot that before physical training, there were three words of anti-exposure.

After lunch, the sun is the most venomous moment of the day, not to mention that this training base seems to be located in a higher altitude area, the power of the sun at one or two o'clock in the noon is simply invincible.And everyone stood on the small open space where they had eaten, pots and pans, tables and chairs were cleared away, and there were no obstacles to provide shadows.

They were divided into three rows according to their heights and stood at attention. Zhao Ying, as the shortest one, was unfortunately the first one in the first row.Everyone was assigned an AK-47, and they kept the shooting posture held flat on their chests. The instructors hung a whole piece of red brick on the muzzle of the gun one by one.

Zhao Ying received special care. He was the only one who didn't have a red brick on his muzzle.

However, the AK-47 itself weighs [-] kilograms. Even without the red bricks, the weight of this thing is not considered easy, let alone maintain a flat shooting posture.It may have only been a short while before Zhao Ying felt that his arms and arms began to protest against him. The overused muscles lacked oxygen and produced lactic acid. The overflow of lactic acid soon caused the soreness to spread along Zhao Ying's arm.

Such symptoms also occurred in Zhao Ying's back and calves. The pain caused by the beating for several hours has continued to this day, adding fuel to the current torture.The sun was scorching, the ground was too hot to stand on, and the air distorted by the heat changed in front of Zhao Ying's eyes from time to time. For a few seconds, Zhao Ying vaguely saw his dead parents standing not far away, waving to him.

An hour later, Zhao Ying, who was allowed to rest early, fell to the ground when he heard instructor Gong's order.

But Zhao Ying didn't faint, and his adaptability was stronger than he imagined. After taking off his strength for half an hour, he was taken into the shooting range by Instructor Gong like a little chicken.

"Because you don't have anything useful in your mind right now, so I have to stuff in what you should know in advance," Instructor Gong picked up a gun and threw it to Zhao Ying, "Let's start with the most basic Let's talk about it."

Zhao Ying nodded, reached out to pick up the gun, and was staggered by the heavy gun.

Instructor Gong: "..."

Instructor Gong finally felt the taste of hating iron but not steel.

The soldier who was like an iron tower took a step back, took a deep breath, took a deep breath, and then took a deep breath, before he could not yell at Zhao Ying loudly, and managed to keep his cold face.Then he stretched out a hand, and stroked lightly along the back of the gun in Zhao Ying's hand.

The speed of his one hand was so fast that Zhao Ying had no time to blink. The former master writer only felt the weight lighten in his hand, and then he realized that the parts of the gun in his hand fell to the ground, leaving only the gun in his hand Hold the handle.

"August-10 rifle," Gong instructor said, "don't look at it stupidly, pick up the parts, and I'll give you [-] minutes to put them together."

Zhao Ying: "..."

The former master writer felt that he had already written the four letters "what?!" and two symbols on his face, but there was obviously no room for him to question the instructor's order.Zhao Ying could only sit down cross-legged pitifully, and picked up the first part based on her impression of the Bayi Style.

Instructor Gong who was standing not far away raised his eyebrows.

Zhao Ying didn't pause, picked up the second one directly, wiped off the dust and grass clippings on the parts with the corner of his clothes, and then aligned the small mouth of the second part with the first part.

The receiver was quickly formed, then the barrel, loaded with compound springs and pistons.

In fact, it is impossible for Instructor Gong to disassemble the Bayi Type into small parts, but even so, Zhao Ying's assembly speed is not like that of a novice at all. The gun was raised, and one eye squinted close to the front sight, making sure that the front sight, the sight gauge, and the rear sight were on the same line, and there were still 10 minutes left before the 6-minute deadline given by Instructor Gong.

Instructor Gong didn't say anything, but handed Zhao Ying a box of bullets, and then pointed to the target 200 meters away.

Zhao Ying reloaded, took aim with the gun, and opened the safety.

After a click, the trigger was pulled.

"Bah!"

The recoil caused Zhao Yingping to fall backwards in the Shaluoyan style, and the steel-core bullet escaped under the impact force brought by the propellant, and ran the entire 200-meter distance in [-] seconds, hitting the bullseye!