"Cultivating an Army" Wilder Army Dad

Before departure, Jiyou said very beautifully: "You go to work, earn money and travel, how wonderful!"

I summed it up, not bad, let's go!

After arriving in Tibet, Jiyou went to play excitedly after a brief altitude sickness, but I was forced to shuttle between the hospital and the office.

After my friend’s scheduled time to visit Tibet was over, she happily said, “Ahahaha, I’m leaving, take care.” After thinking for a while, I said seriously, “You are no longer my friend!”

"What gift do you want, I will bring it to you!"

"We're not friends anymore!"

"Don't worry, I have good taste!"

"us……"

"How about we play somewhere else next time?"

"..."

So, Jiyou is such a strange creature.

PS: As a result, all the gifts from my friends have been sent to my house, and I am still in Tibet...

Baicheng felt that his health was fine. When he was in the hospital, he had secretly trained. Whether it was walking, running or jumping, it was the same as before, except that he was a little out of breath.The doctor's evaluation is also quite good, and for him, the bright result seems to be in sight.

Of course Zhile was going to pick him up. The car driven by Peng Ning also came with a little boy. To a certain extent, they were all "his own people", so when the car drove, Zhile stuck to him When the thunderous kiss was kissed, everyone just laughed, and no one was surprised.

Baicheng glanced out of the car like a thief, and found that no one was paying attention, so he was relieved, and patted Zhile's head angrily: "Are you trying to die?"

"No." Zhile blinked her eyes, "What do you mean by dying?"

Baicheng choked, and simply shifted his firepower: "I said, Peng Ning, what did you bring this guy here for? Are you making trouble for me?"

"How could it be? I'm here to cheer you up!" Peng Ning said eccentrically, "Little guy misses you so much! Besides, you can call me captain, I'm your superior."

"Of course I miss my little dad." In the eyes of Baicheng, Zhile's thorns stood up, as if he wanted to swallow someone, "Why, are you not convinced?"

"Admit it, of course!" Peng Ning drew his tone, "How can I not accept it? You are officially recognized, I am a pirated version, and I still haven't escaped successfully."

The little white face snickered, Baicheng glared at Zhile, looked out the window, and asked, "Shall we go to school?"

"Ah."

"Go directly to the training ground."

The car suddenly became quiet, and after a while, Peng Ning asked, "Why?"

"My body has recovered and I want to see if I can go back to the front line immediately."

Zhi Le hugged Bai Cheng's arm and said loudly, "You can do it!"

The little boy muttered softly: "It's fine even if you don't go back, why do you have to work so hard?"

Baicheng stretched his arms far away, slapped the little boy on the back of the head, and said angrily: "In order not to let you bastards steal my limelight!"

Peng Ning in the driver's seat raised his mouth, stepped on the accelerator, watched the three people in the back seat charge forward at the same time, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go to the indoor training ground!"

The atmosphere was very relaxed along the way, everyone was chatting about some gossip, Baicheng appeared to be calm on the surface, but he was very uneasy in his heart.After getting out of the car, the entire training ground was deserted.Baicheng glanced around, wondering if Peng Ning cleared the field on purpose, or if the others didn't know the news of his return.He would rather believe the former. After all, everyone loves to hear and see the return of an injured teammate. There is no reason not to welcome him. His popularity is not so bad.

However, if it is the former, it is a bit bad.Peng Ning was obviously thinking about him, and didn't want to make him too ugly in front of everyone, but the reason for thinking about him was remarkable.

This is not good, very bad.

With a drumbeat in his heart, Baicheng was still standing on the playground.There are only a few test items, 400-meter hurdles, 5000-meter long-distance running, push-ups, tactical tests, shooting and firearms, all of which are basic items.In the past, he was an All-A, with all items above 90 points, and his status as an elite is unquestionable.

"The 400-meter obstacle first." Peng Ning's tone was casual.

"No need." Baicheng said affirmatively, "5000 meters first."

Lung injuries, the most worrying thing for Baicheng is the ability to run long distances. After all, the loss of oxygen supply capacity of the lungs brings about a decline in endurance.

Peng Ning glanced at Baicheng and said, "Okay."

In the first 1000 meters, Baicheng didn't feel much. Everything was the same as before. His limbs and body faithfully executed the instructions of his brain. He was as light as a leopard.After that, his body became more and more uncomfortable. His chest heaved violently, his legs were as heavy as lead, and his nose was so hot that he wanted to pull out his lungs.

However, this kind of reaction is also normal, no matter how much you practice, it is impossible not to be completely tired.

At the last 1000 meters, Baicheng felt that something was stuck in his throat, blocking the air, or pulling his trachea.This feeling was very bad. His strong willpower was resisting the limit of his physiology. When he finally crossed the finish line, he could no longer support his upper body and had to bend down and pant desperately.

"22 minutes 1 seconds."

This result is very bad. The defeated city has never run more than 21 points since its first year.

"Continue?" Peng Ning's tone was still very flat.

Glancing at Zhile next to him, Baicheng was irritated by that worried look, he straightened up, and shouted: "Continue!"

Unfortunately, facts are facts, and psychological strength cannot change reality.

After testing all the way, the defeated city almost never got an excellent one.In the final shooting test, he couldn't stop his trembling arms, and the heavy submachine gun rattled, as if reminding him of his failure.

The first shot, 8 ring.

The second shot, 7 rings.

The third shot, 7 rings.

Without the fourth shot, Baicheng no longer had the energy to hold the gun steady enough.He is like a sponge that has been squeezed dry, and he can no longer maintain a perfect appearance. The training ground is full of the sound of his panting, so quiet that a needle can be heard on the ground.

"It's okay, you've just been discharged from the hospital." Peng Ning's tone was relaxed and calm, "You'll recover slowly."

"Little Daddy, take a break." Zhile leaned over, with a bitter face, "You were just discharged from the hospital."

The little boy didn't speak, he didn't know what to say, besides, he knew very well that Baicheng didn't need any comfort at this moment.

"Daddy?"

Baicheng raised his hand, then dropped it weakly. He patted Zhile on the head, turned around and left without saying a word.Throughout the day, the team members came to greet him like water, and he responded with a smile, but the look in his eyes was not relaxed.No matter how many excuses others gave to comfort him, his physical strength had indeed declined.

Baicheng can only comfort himself with just being discharged from the hospital, while anxiously waiting for the long recovery process.

After a week passed, his grades improved, and the ecstasy in Baicheng's heart was beyond words.He didn't dare to say it, for fear that it was only temporary, and he was still doing recovery training every day.The military doctor in the school kept adjusting his training level, and it seemed that he would be able to fully recover in a short time.

A month later, Baicheng found to his dismay that his shooting, tactics, explosive power and flexibility had almost recovered, but his stamina, no matter how hard he tried, could not recover as well as it did before the injury.Once he needs to continue fighting, his breathing is always like a bellows, wheezing and wheezing non-stop, and his head can't get enough oxygen. After a long march, he feels weak all over and has severe pain in the back of his head.

Despair came like a tide, but the defeated city could not find a place to go ashore.