Xiaobing Fang Heng

Fang Heng went downstairs and ran to the playground. He had the confidence to challenge Yang Yi, but he didn't have the courage to say no to the company commander. However, he had practiced too much during the day, and he ran to the third lap. I couldn't move forward, my feet were like sandbags, and my thighs were sour. Every time I took a step, my muscles were shaking, and I couldn't lift it up at all.

So, running and running turned into walking. After walking a hundred meters and running two laps, I became a little lazy again.

The lights on the playground were turned off a few more times. Fang Heng walked away wiping the sweat from his head, and his eyes fell on the back of a person who had just passed him from behind. His lower body was wearing loose camouflage trousers, and his upper body was The dark green vest, made in the winter, exposed wide and thick shoulders, and the sweat on the bronzed skin was so bright by the light, as if it had been smeared with oil.

This is a company-level cadre. Fang Heng heard from the queen that he is the company commander of the fourth company. Lei Gang, the company led by Lei Lian is the best company in this regiment. He is also very ruthless, just like their company commanders.

It is normal for Fang Heng to pay attention to Lei Lian, because this person walks very close to their company commander. He saw them together three or four times in a month. Coming over, it was double the oppression, so that he didn't even dare to look over there.

Lei Lian had been running since he got off him, his speed was neither fast nor slow, it felt like he was digesting food after a meal, and he had always maintained a balanced speed.

At first Fang Heng ran faster than Lei Lian, but gradually slowed down, and now he has been overtaken by a lap.

Fang Heng frowned and stared at Lei Lian's back, gasping for breath, picked up his speed, there were still two laps to go, and he was done.

He didn't think about stealing, cheating, running until the end of the run, and dealing with it when the run was over. After running such a boring lap for a few laps, he would involuntarily think about why he was punished, and the final answer was that he deserved it.

The company commander clearly told him, don't promise if you can't do it, if you promise but don't pay attention to things, you should be punished, and the means, the punishment is well-founded, and he ran away willingly.

After running half a circle, he saw Lei Lian stopped and walked outside the playground. Not far away, his company commander was standing.

Fang Heng's face tensed immediately, and he rushed forward as if he had been spat out, acting like an afterthought.

After running half a lap, the two company commanders were gone, and the chicken blood receded like a tide in an instant. After running the last lap, exhausted, they returned to the dormitory.

That night, Fang Heng woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, with severe pain in his left foot. He got up and began to wriggle his foot, gritted his teeth and fell asleep as soon as the pain in his foot stopped. He had never been so sleepy before.

Whether it is punishment or self-effort, it is impossible to achieve it overnight. Besides, Fang Heng's background is not good. He gritted his teeth and persisted for half a month, but he still couldn't achieve high and low.In addition to no longer hanging the tail, there is still no enviable handsome turn over.

To say that the only good thing after putting in the training is that he and Yang Yi have entered a kind of cold war period. Yang Yi never picked his thorns again, and he never went to trouble Yang Yi again. The same boring and monotonous military life.

Moreover, until now, he didn't know who did those pranks.

Yang Yi didn't come to him to apologize, and the company commander wouldn't tell him about it. Yue Zitong's investigation was fruitless. The truth seemed to have disappeared, but no one mentioned it again, and Fang Heng himself seemed to have forgotten it.

At the end of the month, recruits competed in three platoons, from internal affairs inspections, to various military actions, and then to racing. The recruits in the first two and three platoons performed equally well. The company commander and instructor didn't say anything, let them Pack your backpack and gather on the playground.

On this day, a company on the playground was doing military action training such as lying down with guns, kneeling and shooting. More than 100 people occupied the middle lawn, and the company commander dragged them directly to the track to say the rules.

"Since it's a group competition, I won't let you choose the strongest three people to compete in such unreliable things. You don't have enough to learn now, so it's very simple, run 10 kilometers with a weight of 32 pounds, each 30 basic points in the row, 45 minutes time limit, those who run in are not counted, and those who do not run in are deducted 1 point, and those who do not run in even an hour will be deducted 2 points, and the one with the most points in the final row wins!"

Jizhu Karma paused after speaking, gave them time to digest, and then roared, "Do you understand!?"

"Understood!" replied in unison.

The platoon leaders here began to fire guns, and the squad leader took them to the soldiers one by one.

Fang Heng found that the atmosphere was very different. The squad leaders received the guns from the platoon leader in a solemn manner. When the guns were delivered to them, the corners of their mouths were tightly pursed. Even Shi Lei, who is normally bored, had sparks in his eyes.

As a result, Fang Heng's heart tightened, and his adrenal hormones began to soar upwards. Even without the so-called pre-war mobilization, he suddenly realized what the collective sense of honor is.

No points will be awarded for good running, but points will be deducted for poor running. Every point deducted will lose the face of the entire platoon.

This fucking sense of collective honor! !

After Fang Heng took the gun, he clenched his teeth and carried it on his back with full strength.

Obviously, even if the fuck is not top-notch, it can't be the last! !

"Beep-"

Over there, Jizhu Karma stood on the runway and blew his whistle. Looking at the 100 or so recruits in front of him, he was silent for a long time, his gaze moved very slowly, as if he paused for a moment on everyone's face, and then turned The stopwatch was raised, and he said simply, "Start."

With a sound of "swish" and the friction of the cloth 'rustle', everyone rushed out.

In fact, the company commander's hand was a bit sudden, they had just put their guns on their backs, and they were still in the queue, and even the platoon leader didn't speak. This started, and the runway was really crowded with more than 100 people, especially those who just ran out It almost turned into a stampede, and everyone huddled together and rushed forward.

Fang Heng ran along sullenly, his eyes always falling on Hou Jue's back. In other words, most of the people in the platoon were looking at Hou Jue and biting tightly. Only in this way can the speed be guaranteed.

10 kilometers, 400 meters of runway, a total of 25 laps.

After running for two laps, the crowd dispersed a little bit, and some people were already showing signs of fatigue, and their breathing was as unpleasant as pulling a bellows.

Fang Heng gasped for breath and was buried in the crowd. Only then did he realize what it was like to lose everyone's life. If you don't let me, I won't let you. His eyes were looking forward, and he always felt that if he slowed down, he would go Shrinking back is a coward, so I can only grit my teeth and follow.

Holding his breath and running four laps at an extremely fast speed, Fang Heng already felt a little dizzy and aching in his lungs, and his speed slowed down unconsciously.

In fact, Fang Heng was not the only one who had such a problem. The entire recruit company had already started the train, and the person running at the back was almost 200 meters away from the vanguard.

And the vanguard, the people in the first row, the people in the second row, and the six people in their row, including Hou Jue, Wei Yayang, and Shi Lei, are all here. Everyone seems to be in no rush to be the first, and has been maintaining a stable frequency Li, but just like that, far surpassed them.

Fang Heng panted and glanced at the company commander. The company commander was standing in the middle of the playground talking, holding the stopwatch in his hand, the black strap was shaking, and the sound was loud, but was caught by everyone's breathing. The sound was covered, and spread out because of the emptiness. Fang Heng only vaguely heard the company commander swearing, and then raised his leg and kicked a soldier's ass. The man tilted and straightened back quickly .

The veteran in the middle is practicing kneeling and shooting military movements, and the 95 steps in his hand are all directed in one direction, like a stone statue, motionless, without squinting, with a ferocious aura similar to awe, making Fang Heng every time he ran to be shot When the mouth points to the area, the body will not help but tense, and it will speed up a bit.

Yue Zitong's speed also gradually slowed down, and he simply ran to Fang Heng's side, turned his head to speak, but closed his mouth tightly with an ugly expression.

Fang Heng turned his head to look at him, squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and unconsciously gained some strength.

It's good to have someone with you.

This is a very long process. Talking about this distance is just lip service, but running it is deadly.

The line dragged on for a long time, and most of the speed was getting slower and slower with the passage of time and the loss of energy.

More than half an hour had passed by the 16th lap, and the platoon leaders were also a little anxious. Those who ran behind would be pointed at and scolded.

Fang Heng didn't hang the car this time, so he didn't get scolded, but it was only after this comparison that Yang Yi was considered civilized.

The other two platoon leaders were full of swear words, and every word was offensive, and Yang Yi roared back, even showing a little bit of culture.

But... now is not the time to be distracted. It has been more than half an hour, and there are still 9 laps to go.

In fact, there is no time limit for training 10 kilometers on weekdays, or it is not a load-bearing run. Now that both of them are pressed down, Fang Heng really can't stand it. He feels that he is not carrying a 32-jin backpack but a heavy mountain on his back. The straps on the shoulders had been squeezed into the flesh and ground to the bones, excruciating pain.

uncomfortable.

The lungs hurt so badly that I felt like I couldn't breathe due to lack of oxygen.

My legs seemed to be filled with lead, and I couldn't move.

However, he couldn't be slower. If this continues, he will definitely be deducted points.

Yue Zitong tugged on Fang Heng, and said in an unsteady breath, "Speed."

Fang Heng nodded, lowered his head and began to accelerate.

They were not the only ones who accelerated, Hou Jue's group of vanguards also rushed up.

There are tactics in long-distance running. You can’t rush hard at the beginning, you must maintain a relatively fast and tolerable frequency, and then start to accelerate in the next few laps until you reach the final sprint.

The weak want to be strong, and the strong want to be stronger!

Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, everyone wants to be the first.

You come and go, the atmosphere is tense and piled up layer by layer.

Those in front are competing, and those behind are also competing.

Fang Heng tried his best to adjust his breathing, speed up the frequency of his feet, and together with Yue Zitong overtook two people, only to be overtaken by someone back, and then they overtook again, and were overtaken again, just running all the way vigorously, It's like dying.

Isn't this fatal?

Fang Heng felt that he might fall to the ground in a second, but he had to stand upright so stiffly.

Points deducted and scolded, he can't afford to lose that person.

Being left behind, he didn't want to.

It can be said that he gritted his teeth and persisted.

The field of vision was shaking and bumpy, and even black spots seemed to appear in some places. I really didn't have any ideas in my head, but I couldn't slow down.

Yue Zitong's face was blood red, even his eyeballs were bloodshot.

His physical fitness is not good, and he is usually a pampered product at home.

That is to say, because of his father's name, he was too embarrassed to behave too badly, and he insisted on being in the middle of the class and following the crowd.

But at the beginning, he couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to slow down a few times, but when he turned his head and saw Fang Heng running, he could only try his best to imbue himself with chicken blood. At least he couldn't run like Fang Heng. Bad isn't it?

The vanguard finally finished the whole race after passing the last two and a half laps. A dozen or so people were panting with their knees propped up, and they didn't even have the strength to compete with each other.

Hou Jue didn't get the first place. The first runner was a row of soldiers named Wu Dan, from the Qiang nationality. He was not tall, and he was dry and black, but he was very powerful. When he accelerated, he almost surpassed Hou Jue by 100 meters.

After resting for half a minute, Hou Jue's eyes fell on Wu Dan's face for a few seconds, and then he stood up and looked at Fang Heng.

Fang Heng has entered the final sprint stage, and there is still one lap, 400 meters.

From far away, I heard Yang Yi yelling, "3 minutes! The last 3 minutes!! Hurry up!! Hurry up!!!"

"2.50 seconds!"

"2.40 seconds!"

Yang Yi was shouting at the top of his voice, sandwiched between the loud voices of the other two platoon leaders, the endings were all torn apart, sharp and high-pitched.

Running 3 meters in 400 minutes is enough, even if you slow down to half the speed.

But both Fang Heng and Yue Zitong were outraged by the comparison.

The seven people who ran together were constantly competing, none of them wanted to be left behind, so they could only bury their heads and rush forward, speeding up all the time.

Fang Heng's eyeballs were about to bulge when he stared at Yang Yi, and he couldn't breathe at all. With a strong rush, sweat dripped down his cheeks, like rain, dripping all the way.

Nearly.

300 m.

200 m.

A man rushed to the front.

Fang Heng's eyes were fixed, ignoring his lungs that were so painful that they were about to explode, and he sped up a little more.

Then, everyone accelerated together.

150 m.

100 m.

Fang Heng has already forced out all his potential, just to win a sigh of relief.

six people.

He lost Hou Jue and the vanguard, but no matter what, he couldn't beat these six people, including Yue Zitong.

These days, this forced energy has finally been fully used.

At the moment of new investment, some unnecessary feeling was stripped out strangely.

He heard the beating of his heart, and the sound of the wind blowing by his ears, whining.

The pain in the lungs disappeared, the weight behind him turned into cotton wool, and the sore thighs gathered all their strength here, just to fight for a breath.

After a big circle, the final 100-meter sprint stage came.

As Fang Heng's legs crossed desperately and jumped out, Yang Yi became bigger and closer in his field of vision.

Fang Heng couldn't see anything, he could only see Yang Yi...

At that moment, there was an illusion that time stopped.

Yang Yi was standing there, and he ran out of the crowd, and the moment he passed by, the strong wind seemed to blow Yang Yi's hat, and he was very happy.

Look, it's not impossible for the young master to work hard!

How about it?Have you seen it differently?