Xiaobing Fang Heng

With one, there are two, and with three, there are all.

After confirming that everyone has liberated their thoughts, the political commissar nodded in satisfaction, turned his wrist and looked at his watch, "This is the end of today's class, clean up first and then disband." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

Fang Heng tugged on his pants and sighed, looked around, smiled wryly with all the people who came over, and simply took off his pants on the spot.

In the purely male territory of the army, to be honest, he would rather run naked than this training.

In the evening, there was a company meeting for half an hour, and then a rehearsal meeting. At the rehearsal meeting, Yang Yi explained the situation, "Perhaps the political commissar will tell you why you practice like this tomorrow, but since I know today, I will first Say it."

"Scouts, the main task is to infiltrate into enemy-occupied areas, responsible for reconnaissance of the enemy's dynamics before the launch of the campaign, the location of enemy military targets, and provide detailed geographic coordinates and damage for our artillery and air strikes. Generally speaking We rarely have offensive missions, and instead avoid encounters with the enemy, thereby preventing exposure of our combat intentions."

"So, during the reconnaissance period, you may be hidden for several hours or even days, so there will definitely not be a toilet for you to use. Once you encounter a special situation where you cannot move, such training is necessary."

"It can also be regarded as releasing your ideological burden in advance, otherwise excessive urination will cause diseases of the urinary system, and there is even the possibility of suffering from uremia."

"Of course, I have explained to you the use of military items carried in backpacks, so you may be unfamiliar with one thing that we haven't issued until today, that is, a few plastic bags used in special cases to prevent enemy Possibility of tracking by military dogs."

"Platoon leader, what should I do if I want to get a tuba?"

As soon as Yang Yi heard the voice, he squinted at the past. It really was Fang Heng, a kid who dared to say anything. He tapped his finger on the table and smiled, "You can try it. It's easier to hold back the big one or the small one." .”

"How many days...?"

"Hold on."

"..."

Fang Heng pursed his lips, glanced at the comrades around him who couldn't stop laughing, smiled, and raised his hand again, "Platoon leader, there is still a problem. When will the covert training start?"

Yang Yi explained, "In the near future."

"That...you said we rarely have offensive missions?"

"Yes." Yang Yi nodded, "Usually, we are called scouts, but if we perform offensive tasks, such as beheading and assassination, then we are special scouts."

"Special forces!?" Everyone's eyes lit up.

Yang Yi laughed and shook his fingers, "The situation is different. The special forces were born out of the scouts, but generally speaking, these special forces have a special name in the scouts, called armed scouts. The knowledge they need to learn and understand is more There are many complex and complex operations, such as alert, search, lurking, attack, rescue, capture, hold, assassination, assassination, etc...Although we also require mastery, we only need to understand individual special operations, such as assassination and assassination.”

"Well, do armed scouts really kill people?" someone asked.

Yang Yi nodded, "If there are these tasks, I think it will be very difficult to get out of the body."

"We don't even have such a mission?"

"Why? Want to try? Then work harder. Every year we recommend elite players to enter the special forces. If you perform well and survive the selection training, then you will know why the special forces are so awesome."

"Platoon leader, when you say that, why do you think that all the people in our company are holding flowers? Isn't this too gentle?"

"I wish it wasn't a bullet that came out of the barrel."

"Then do we have a mission?"

"Yes, such as flood fighting and rescue."

"..."

Looking at a group of young men with slumped faces, Yang Yi laughed and raised two fingers, "Two years, two years of conscript time, if you can meet it, it means you are lucky, our country's luck is bad, and it is the people What we don't want to see. From ancient times to the present, it is self-evident what war represents, so we must remember that our duty is to protect the country, not to desire war." At this point, Yang Yi smiled with the corners of his mouth hooked , "Of course, I won't let you keep practicing like this. Our reconnaissance battalion has a drill every six months, and the military region has a big drill every two years. Then you won't be arguing and itching."

"How long is the exercise?"

Yang Yi wrenched his fingers and calculated, "There are still three months to come, when the time comes we will evaluate performance, perform well, and whether to stay in the team in the future is an absolute reference."

"The work on our exercise is really just infiltration?"

"No, it depends on the situation. If the enemy is the blue army of the special forces, then we are reconnaissance. If we are the blue army and the red army colliding, then there may be special operations."

Special operations... All the boys laughed, looking yearning, and someone raised their hand and asked, "Platoon leader, um, should we divide positions? Like snipers or something?"

Yang Yi looked at the soldier, evaluated his usual shooting performance in his heart, and nodded, "If you have this ability and interest, the company will definitely train you specially."

After the meeting, the class leader wanted to organize the class meeting again. Fang Heng was a little distracted, not knowing his position for the first time.

What can I do?

Not enough shooting ability.

Physical fitness is not enough.

Commanding and coordinating operations is not enough.

Is it true that you can only hang out with the people of the big army during the mission?

Fang Heng is really not like this.

At the beginning, I didn't want to be a soldier, so I forced myself to come. I tried to leave twice, but I was finally taught to be honest by Yang Yi. Now that I have suffered and tired, I am really willing to continue to hang around like this?

This deal is not worth it.

After the meeting, Fang Heng pondered for a while, then walked over to find Yang Yi.

Yang Yi obviously didn't expect Fang Heng to appear at the door of the dormitory again, almost subconsciously, he glanced at Cheng Xinyue in an instant, calmed down and asked, "What's the matter?"

Fang Heng nodded and wanted to enter the room, but seeing the assistant instructor was there, he somehow didn't want to talk about his situation in front of him, so he could only say, "Platoon leader, I have something to ask, can you come out?"

Yang Yi put down his book, got up and went out.

The two of them didn't go far, they just stood in the corridor at the door, Fang Heng and others opened their mouths and asked, "Platoon leader, what do you think is the right position for me?"

"what?"

"That is, when performing tasks, what should I be responsible for?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"Just asking, I want to give myself a position."

Yang Yi understood why Fang Heng thought so, and asked, "What about you? What position do you think is suitable for you?"

Fang Heng pursed his lips, "If I knew, I wouldn't ask you."

"Is it because of the sniper that Tang Le asked?"

Fang Heng nodded and frowned, "What do you mean, assaulter, sniper, fireman, blaster, etc. What are the requirements?"

"Do you know something else?" Yang Yi scratched his temple and tilted his head to look at him, "Tell me first, which path do you think is suitable for you?"

"?" Fang Heng stared at him with wide eyes. He went around and back again. What exactly do you want?

"Let's put it this way, if you love and like it first, you will be able to do a solid job in your position. If you ask me, it's better to ask yourself, what do you want? What do you want to do? You can, and you want to What do you want to show others? For example, have a good marksmanship, for example, be invincible in the whole army in fighting, for example, take the first place in military competitions, for example, some technical aspects make people feel that you are the only ones, Only when these ideas are settled, can you go towards your goals and get twice the result with half the effort, so it’s better to dig yourself than to ask me.”

Fang Heng nodded, he understood what Yang Yi meant, but he really felt that he was not good at anything, not as good as Sir Alex, not as strong as the queen, and to this day, he didn't know whether he wanted to Stay in the army, do you want to really work hard for these.

Yang Yi sighed, and patted Fang Heng's shoulder, "Okay, this is not urgent, you still have a lot to learn, maybe you can find your favorite direction from it." Push Fang Heng back.

After returning, Yang Yi fell into deep thought.

He really never thought that Fang Heng would come to ask him this question. After all, he still remembered that Fang Heng didn't want to stay in the army.

However, regardless of whether Fang Heng was on a whim or not, he wanted Fang Heng to stay in the army, at least for a few more years. Maybe the two of them will have no results in the future, or even start, but there are people who like him. A good way out, a development direction, is always a happy thing for him.

Judging from his current performance, it is really difficult for Fang Heng to get ahead in the army. He has no strong military quality and no future life goals.

So, he thought, maybe this is an opportunity, think about it carefully, find a direction for Fang Heng, push him within the scope of his ability, at least he will have peace of mind after separation.

Yang Yi was right. Fang Heng really thought about it on a whim. When he returned to the dormitory, he wanted to think about it, but when the people in the dormitory made a fuss and said a few words, all those thoughts were thrown out of the sky. Cleaned up.

The next morning, I continued to study camouflage and reconnaissance, and I took an electronic communication class in the afternoon.

Scouts, as the name suggests, besides reconnaissance behind enemy lines, are the flexible use of communication facilities, and this use even involves the fundamental principle, in order to prevent special circumstances such as the death of a communication soldier, scouts must be able to repair this thing, right? At least the information can be sent out.

There were about 70 people sitting in a large classroom, and recruits from the fourth and fifth rows came to attend the class.

The person in charge of guiding them is a master student in electronic communication, a major in his 30s. The course is very clear, from the simple to the deep. Although Fang Heng and the others are unfamiliar with the unfamiliar field, the major borrowed the practical experience Let them understand and master.

In one afternoon, Fang Heng's head was almost dizzy. There were eight communicators piled up in the classroom. They were constantly hopping, dismantling, assembling, and retuning. His ears were full of rustling sounds, and the conversations with the radio were intercepted.

A person here said, "Shusha...yes, I've been very busy recently, Shasha..."

A person over there said something, "Shusha...the meeting will be held tomorrow...Shusha...get ready..."

Then someone said again, "Hmm...very good...Shusha...I want to...Shusha...I'm on vacation...at home...look at you."

"Baby... are you okay?"

"Go back today, rustling... like this..."

"Shusha...bring the treasure..."

"Yes, get a soldier over here, Rusha... immediately..."

"Well, yes, Sasha... remember... the phone."

Fang Heng frowned and knocked on his head, his temples throbbed when he was stimulated by some strange sounds. It was a sharp and ear-piercing sound with extremely high Hz, which stimulated his brain like a needle prick, and even made him dizzy. Waddled.

After Shi Lei finished speaking, he looked up and saw Fang Heng's pale face, he quickly grabbed his arm and shook it, "What's wrong?"

"The sound of electric current..." Fang Heng shook his head, pretending to be relaxed and said with a smile, "It's okay, leave me alone."

Shi Lei looked at it for two seconds, then nodded, "If you can't, just say it."

"Ah."

After finally persevering until the end of get out of class, Fang Heng suddenly broke away from that noisy environment, and even had a feeling of separation from body and soul. His feet seemed to be unable to step on the ground, and he walked in an S shape all the way.

Yue Zitong and the others had no choice but to lift one side alone in the end and carry him back.

Originally, I said I had dinner and had a good rest, but the company commander blew the whistle for emergency assembly downstairs. Fang Heng has practiced it in the past few months. Regardless of whether he feels comfortable or uncomfortable, the key point is to assemble within the specified time .

Packed up the backpack and went downstairs in a hurry, the whole team reported the number, Jizhu Karma waved his arm, "Five kilometers with load, turn left!"

Five kilometers after dinner, ten kilometers back and forth, at least twice a week in the reconnaissance camp, and five kilometers in the morning must be run, and sometimes after watching the news broadcast, Fang Heng will run three times a day after he arrives at Qilian I have run five kilometers, and I have definitely trained calmly. The company commander does what he says, and an order and an action are almost reflexive conditions.

But after running so many times, I also figured out the way. If the company commander runs with them, it means timing, and all those who fail to meet the standard will be fined to do 300 push-ups.

Speaking of the fact that the company commander ran with him, Fang Heng was actually very emotional. The company commander usually leads training or sits in the office. People can run past him, although there is also a reason for not carrying weight, but this time, no matter whether it is downhill or uphill, when you get to the place, you will be absolutely calm, just like jogging.

He had talked about this with the queen at the beginning, and the queen gave a reply in a few days, but it was one of the few vague answers. She only said that the company commander came down from the special forces and was a person with real combat experience. If I go to participate in the Estonian International Scout Competition, I will definitely come back with a bunch of firsts.

Fang Heng listened to this bragging, but nodded in agreement. He still remembered that once the company training was over, the company commander seldom sat down with them and talked for a while, and was booed by everyone to demonstrate One time, the three veterans were laid down by the company commander's gestures, and then a dozen people swarmed up to lift them up.

So I said, why can a person be a company commander?That is really capable.

Running all the way to the place, the sun is about to set, and it is the time when the sunset is infinitely beautiful.

Fang Heng put the butt of the gun on the ground, touched the sweat hanging from the tip of his chin, and frowned uncomfortably. His head became more dizzy after running, and he rested on the spot for a few minutes. The company commander gave an order, Fang Heng jogged back with the big troops, but the moment he turned around, his eyes fluttered and bumped, his stomach seemed to be grabbed by a big hand, Fang Heng covered his mouth, threw himself to the side of the road and vomited.

Both Jizhu Karma and Yang Yi were at the front of the team. When they found out, Fang Heng had already vomited and was supported by Wu Dan to stand up. He glanced at them weakly, and rubbed his feet limply forward.

"What's the situation?" Jizhu Karma asked Yang Yi.

Yang Yi was staring at Fang Heng's face, and it took him half a beat to recover, "I'll ask."