Xiaobing Fang Heng

Excited and proud?

In Fang Heng's words... Bah!It's like fucking a dumb fart, and no one cares about it except myself.

Then?

Before Fang Heng could express a little self-pity for his lack of attention, he lay down on the ground and started coughing. He coughed so hard that his stomach twitched, and the contents inside seemed to surge upwards, but in the end, nothing but saliva sprayed out. Can't spit out anything.

Hou Jue kept staring at Fang Heng. Seeing Fang Heng lying on the ground like this, he hurried over to Shunqi, and said disapprovingly, "Then why are you working so hard? You won't be paid, can you figure it out yourself?" "

Fang Heng couldn't hear at all, his ears were buzzing, his stomach, lungs, and then around the esophagus felt like it was on fire, and the uncontrollable physical tears kept flowing down, mingling with sweat and hitting the ground, Wet around.

Hou Jue felt a little distressed looking at it. He had known Fang Heng for so many years, and he had never seen this kid push himself so hard, but he didn't dare to touch him, so he could only keep his mouth shut and continue to let go.

After waiting for a while, Fang Heng finally recovered and was pulled by Hou Jue to stand up. It is common sense not to lie down on the ground after running.

"Can it work?" Hou Jue asked while holding his arm.

Fang Heng nodded weakly, and didn't want to say a word, but just broke away from Hou Jue's hand and moved forward two steps, looking at Yang Yi.

The time has come, even if someone has not finished the run, the winner has already been decided, Yang Yi just retreated from the anxiety on his face, stood calmly, with a pair of dark eyes locked, he might not even be able to run for an hour The advancing soldiers, looming threats from the air.

Fang Heng turned his head and looked around. There were people everywhere who were too tired to lie down, and he was not the only one who was so embarrassed that he retched, so he breathed a sigh of relief in a balanced manner.

This time, most of the people really put their lives to the test. Even if they were tired from training on weekdays, few of them would suffer like this. It seems that what the company commander said was right. Performance depends on practice, and good results depend on competition. Only by growing under oppression can we really break through ourselves.

Fang Heng let out a sigh of relief, and looked at the company commander with concern.

The company commander was standing on the boundary line between the lawn and the runway, his sleeves rolled up to expose his elbows, he looked up at the playground from time to time, and then looked down at his watch, expressionless, not sure whether he was satisfied or not.

"Fang Heng."

"Huh?" A voice interrupted Fang Heng's observation, he turned his head and looked over, it was Yue Zitong.

Yue Zitong was sweating profusely, looked at him with a flushed face, grinned and grinned, "Not bad, you ran really fast."

Fang Heng also raised the corners of his mouth, and raised his eyebrows in embarrassment, "Are you convinced?"

"Submit." Yue Zitong gave a thumbs up, but his expression was full of hypocrisy.

Fang Heng laughed, simply satisfied.

Afterwards, it was counted that everyone ran the whole course within an hour, but there were quite a few who did not run for 45 minutes.

A row deducted 13 points.

The second row deducted 7 points.

Three rows deducted 11 points.

The excellent platoon of the recruit company in this period obviously fell on the second platoon.

When the statistic was announced, the people in the second row burst into a commotion. This high-spirited expression made the mouths of those squinting sour, envious and jealous!

Fang Heng felt very disappointed. He watched the company commander take out the pennant and hand it out to the second platoon. The small vermilion flag with golden tassels was so eye-catching that it could bring tears to his eyes, so Fang Heng rolled his eyes with anger. Circle, found those who did not meet the standard, I really want to curse, I want to ask them what they think?Okay now?After dragging down the results in the platoon, where did all the training these days go! ?

I didn't want Yang Yi to react too much, but gathered the people in the platoon together and said, "It must be a lie to say that I admit it, but any man with a little ambition will not hate taking the first place, but this I don't blame you this time, you just came to the barracks, some came here voluntarily, some were forced to come here by their families, and some came here in a daze, so you don't know what this place is, but now you Should understand?"

"The strong will be respected and envied everywhere."

"I'm not afraid that my military skills will pierce the sky, but I'm afraid that I will be a coward and have no ambition!"

"We still have one more chance, just for that game, this honor, each of us has to work hard to do our best, yes! Do the bad ones well, and the good ones better!"

"What's more, there is not a bad one in our platoon, is there?" Yang Yi's eyes fell on the face of a soldier who hadn't run well before, and asked, "Do you think you are bad?"

"No!" the man replied with a blushing face.

"Yes! I also think you are not bad!" Yang Yi nodded in agreement, looking around, "So, as long as we understand what we want to do and what we want to get, we can twist it into a rope from top to bottom, and move towards a goal. Come on, we will definitely win!"

"So, do you have confidence? Do you have the confidence to bring that flag back next month?"

"Do you have!!??"

Although Yang Yi's last sentence was a question, he yelled with full momentum. When the recruits were being said with grief, indignation and passion, they immediately yelled in unison, "Yes!"

This momentum is really like a rainbow.

Yang Yi nodded and smiled, with a very satisfied smile, and the dimples on the corners of his mouth twirled again, "The company commander said that everyone worked hard, so he asked the cafeteria to give us extra meals. We will gather at the door of the dormitory in 20 minutes and disband!"

"Yo!~" The soldiers in the third row howled and dispersed.

To say who initiated this answer, no one knows, anyway, according to the formal procedures, you have to say 'yes! ', but as soon as the word 'disbanded' spit out from the platoon leader's mouth, it was an amnesty order. A group of hungry wolves who opened the gate were so excited that their voices changed, and finally it became so inexplicably 'yo! ~'.

Yang Yi never said that it was wrong for them to call this way, and he was even quite happy with the unique way of disbanding the three rows.

Fang Heng squeezed his shoulders and walked forward. After taking two steps, he looked back at the playground. The group of veterans on the lawn in the middle of the playground were still practicing, and now it has become a dynamic military action. As quiet as a virgin, the strong action contrast is very eye-catching.

Fang Heng looked away and landed on the outstanding company commander, and asked absent-mindedly, "Queen, are those soldiers in the middle the company commander's soldiers?"

"It should be." Yue Zitong turned his head and glanced, then nodded, "What's wrong?"

"No." Fang Heng looked away, "It's fun to watch them practice this thing, it's much better than just running."

"There will be more training programs after joining the company. The company commander is responsible for training soldiers. Why? Do you think it's fun? Haven't you seen how the company commander cleans up his soldiers? No mistakes can be made, just kick them!" Yue Zitong said Here he shrank his neck, his complexion was not very good, he knew what company he was going to be in, and in the hands of such a company commander, just by imagining it, he felt that the future must be miserable and dark.

"It's quite normal!" Fang Heng replied frankly. He was very tolerant of everything the company commander did.

Yue Zitong twitched the corners of his mouth, and sighed, "Remember what I said about those two black-faced and evil-faced people? Captain Zhuma and Leilian, if I can really choose, I'll kill them and not choose these two. Why did you come here?" ? Just two years of military service, and you have tossed yourself so badly, it’s not that you’re not born with abuse, if you have a chance, you’ll definitely go to the agency.”

Hou Jue was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look over, "Is it better to go to the agency or go to the army?"

Yue Zitong was smart, and immediately understood what Hou Jue meant, and explained, "The agency is really easy. When I see the chief every day, as long as I have a sweet mouth, things will come, and the way out is not bad. But to be honest, the agency is full of people. Talented students and people with a background, it is difficult to get in. It is not good to leave the army, but it must be hard work. Sir, I know you want to stay, and your grades are pretty good, but don’t think too much about it. It's far away, let's talk about the non-commissioned officer first, step by step."

Hou Jue thought for a while, then nodded with a "hmm".

Yue Zitong was slick, and he was afraid that if he said too much, it would make people unhappy, so he added, "I'm just talking about the situation of the army. How you choose your path depends on you, and most of the time you have to obey the arrangement."

"..."

Listening to their conversation, Fang Heng went up the stairs all the way. When he reached the highest floor, he turned his head and glanced at the people on the playground again, and asked in confusion, "Queen, do you think we can't be together after we leave the company?" gone?"

"It depends on luck." Yue Zitong's mood suddenly became depressed, "The soldiers in the recruit company are foster children. Once they leave the company, they will go their separate ways as if they were adopted."

"Is there a way to be together?"

"No." Yue Zitong shook his head, unless it was really a group of powerful princelings who came in, the troops would be grouped together for the sake of face. Generally speaking, his father, a son of a regimental-level cadre, might be the one They will try to disperse as much as possible, and it is really not easy for him to ask his father for help in such a matter, and he will definitely be punished.

"Is it difficult to enter the company of Captain Zhuma?"

After Fang Heng finished asking, Hou Jue and Yue Zitong raised their eyebrows and looked over strangely.

Hou Jue said, "What? Are you showing affection?"

Yue Zitong said, "Hello, don't you choose this product?"

Fang Heng was silent for two seconds, and first replied to the Sir, "I like the company commander very much, I feel very tough, man." Then he turned his head and looked at Yue Zitong, "Who knows? Maybe it will fall to Lei Lian in the end." In the hand, no, it’s the same, you don’t think I can get into the organ, do you?”

The two nodded after listening to it, and felt that Fang Heng was right, and the answers were quite satisfactory.

Fang Heng put one hand on the other and laughed, "It depends on luck, even if you don't get into a company, you just need to keep in touch." So saying, Fang Heng hooked them and walked forward, basically putting most of his body weight on the on them.

Hou Jue and Yue Zitong grinned, put their hands on Fang Heng's shoulders, and retaliated in the same way.

They all thought at the same time... yeah, so what if they really can't be divided into a company?These days, I'm not afraid of the distance, but I'm afraid that I don't have the heart to maintain this relationship.

One day later, Fang Heng suddenly found that his desperate blow didn't even break out the blisters.

I thought that if I worked so hard, how many people would look at me differently, right?In the end, except for Sir Alex and the others, the rest of the people simply regarded him as air.

Master Fang is very disappointed...

Disappointed, I huddled in a remote corner and smoked a cigarette. I always felt that I should do something else. It was a shocking and impressive action.

Hou Jue looked for him familiarly, squatted on the ground next to Fang Heng, and looked at him unhappy, "Why are you getting more and more addicted to smoking?"

Fang Heng glanced at him, pulled the cigarette from his mouth and handed it over, "I want to smoke and say it."

Hou Jue took the cigarette over, frowned and took a puff, "I want to quit, my lungs hurt from running yesterday."

"Okay." Fang Heng was noncommittal.

"You borrowed it too. You coughed like that, so why don't you think about it? It's still too late."

Fang Heng Wangtian thought for a while, and directly staggered the topic, "Hey, I heard that you didn't run to the first place? Was it taken by Wu Dan in a row?"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Hou Jue really stopped talking and pursed the corners of his mouth.

Fang Heng waited for a while and saw that Hou Jue stopped talking, so he raised his hand and took the cigarette back, biting the cigarette lightly, the tip of his tongue wrapped around the filter tip of the cigarette, remembering that Hou Jue had just swallowed it here. However, with a sudden movement in my heart, I leaned over and asked Hou Jue's ear, "It's been almost two months?"

Hou Jue turned to look at him.

Fang Heng's face was covered with a faint light from the street lamp in the distance, and a little green light flashed in his eyes, "We have a rest for the next two days, why don't we find a place?"

Hou Jue was a little moved, looked around, couldn't think of a suitable place for a while, thought about it and was a little afraid of accidents, finally shook his head.

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows, but he was not angry at all. He could make this thing with his own hands, but he was really holding back recently. The new barracks was two months, and he lived in a collective dormitory. The training during the day was hard, and the time was wasting like water. In the past, I really forgot that men still have this kind of catharsis.

When sleeping at night, Fang Heng took the roll paper to the pillow, and a person in the middle of the night stirred up under the quilt, and then fell asleep satisfied.

To be honest, Fang Heng is a bit of a hedonist, very direct, if it is really comfortable, he will never refuse, so once something makes him uncomfortable, he will resist, very direct Fight, speak up.

That's why he doesn't like Yang Yi. If Yang Yi makes him feel uncomfortable, he doesn't want to see him. He doesn't want to see anything Yang Yi says or does, so he will do it against him.

But if Hou Jue, Yue Zitong, or the company commander said the same thing, he would feel fine. He likes these people, and it doesn't matter what they do. He enjoys the feeling of being loved.

But if someone with social experience were to describe it, this kid just hasn't been polished, the edges and corners are still there, not round enough, too simple, and needs to be polished!Grind hard! !

After the new recruits' competition, the atmosphere in the platoon has indeed changed significantly, and everyone has been training more seriously.

Of course, there are still people who cheat and play tricks, but they are somewhat restrained and are no longer so obvious.

Yang Yi sincerely felt that this method in the army is a practice that has been honed over and over again. He was trained in this way when he was in the military academy. Now that he is in the army, he can still inspire the blood in his bones.

Therefore, in the third month of the recruit company, the training finally got on the right track.

However, no one has forgotten that there is a Spring Festival in February.

After the recruits leave their parents, the first Spring Festival they spend in the army is coming...