Xiaobing Fang Heng

It's true, it's true, but no one dares to do it, just bluffing there.

The guard picked up the walkie-talkie and said a few words, the rustling voice came over, the guard replied yes, looked over the crowd, and fell on the face of Yang Yi who was standing far away, before he could speak, Yang Yi understood Nodding, he squeezed through the crowd and went upstairs.

Fang Heng, Hou Jue, and Yue Zitong stood together in the middle of the crowd. At the beginning, Fang Heng was held back by Yue Zitong, pulling his arm fiercely to prevent him from rushing forward, so Fang Heng could only stand still. Move again, until Yang Yi went up, Fang Heng couldn't help but say, "It's just him who goes up alone, so it's not black and white? Can it work?"

Yue Zitong raised his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "It doesn't matter how many people go up."

"What?" Fang Heng heard clearly.

Yue Zitong held up four fingers, and said word by word, "Orders and prohibitions." Then he gasped and smiled, "Training."

"..." Fang Heng and Hou Jue fell silent.

At this time, a lieutenant came down from the building and asked with a frown, "Which company are you all in? What's the trouble!?"

Before anyone could answer, the lieutenant waved his hands in displeasure, like scavenging flies, "Where did they come from and go back to where they came from! Xiao Hong, which platoon is this?"

"Report." The guard said, "Yang Yi's recruit platoon."

"What about people?"

"Go up."

The lieutenant shook his chin, "Let them go back, there are no rules, have they practiced into the dog's stomach?"

"Yes."

What the lieutenant said was ugly, but everyone didn't understand the details of this person, and the current target was Yang Yi, so the insults just went in the left ear and out the right ear, and they were not "ridiculed" in the end.

But the trouble has come to this, Yang Yi was called up alone again, no one wanted to leave, the lieutenant and the guards tried to expel them twice but failed, the impression of this group of recruits was completely negative.

There were not many people in the army, so the lieutenant directly called a company of veterans, surrounded them fiercely, and drove them back to the recruit company, and sealed the door by the way, so that no one could even think of going out.

The other two platoons are still training, and the platoon leader has long since disappeared. No one cares about this group of recruits, who are in a mess, discussing in groups.

Fang Heng and the three of them stood together, watching the situation from afar, speechless for a while.

After a while, Hou Jue frowned and asked, "You mean this time the fault must fall on us?"

"Must." Yue Zitong nodded, "There are only two words in the army, discipline, we don't care whether it is right or wrong, as long as it breaks the discipline, it will not work."

"After the fact!" Hou Jue smashed out three words.

"Isn't everyone talking about this? I have to go with the crowd."

Fang Heng looked at him with a displeased face, "Spineless, the punishment is fine, I don't believe that he can get us all fired!"

Yue Zitong said, "It will not be opened, but it just gives them a chance to toss us."

Hou Jue pursed his lips, "Is it really that unreasonable?"

Yue Zitong pursed his lips and smiled, "Reasonable? Let's save it and tell the judge. In this place, every word is a hole, and soldiers are just carrots in the hole, let others pull them out."

Hou Jue thought for a while, then looked deeply at Yue Zitong, "Knowing so much, why didn't you stop Fang Heng at that time?"

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows, he really didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.

Yue Zitong shrugged, "That's a good point. If the debate goes on like this, it may not be impossible to win. If it weren't for someone who took the lead in making a fuss, it might not have ended like this. Besides, in that case, who can hold back?"

Fang Heng pursed his lips and laughed, "That's right, he doesn't make sense."

"It's nothing unreasonable. The army is like this. A squad, a platoon, and a company are bound together. There is a sense of collective honor. One person makes mistakes and is punished collectively. You have to get used to it."

Speaking of this, Fang Heng suddenly thought of the culprit, wandered around the crowd, and finally landed on the Xiaozhuaner bicycle, "Hey, guess who did it?"

Now no one is talking, who can guess this stuff.

After five or six minutes, the platoon leaders of the other two platoons hurried back and assembled again. Then they saw Yang Yi walking over from the door accompanied by the company commander.

The company commander raised his head and raised his chest, Yang Yi lowered his eyebrows and looked down, the company commander glanced sharply, Yang Yi understood and ran to the team.

For the sake of the company commander, the people in the third row still lined up, and then the three platoon leaders gathered the queue together and stood aside.

Jizhu Karma stood in front of the team with his hands behind his back, his brows slightly frowned, and his sharp eyes scanned the circle, "Aren't you bullish? You're all very powerful and capable, but in my opinion, you're just a mess. Can't support the wall!!" As soon as he spoke, his voice was stern, and his sharp words were mixed with a powerful momentum.

Everyone was stunned, and there was a fault in their heads for a few seconds.

"Where is the army?? A place with guns to defend the country!! Talk about individuals? You are still far behind!! Please be fair? Let's talk about it after you peel off this body!!"

"When you get here, just abide by the rules here, two words, discipline! If you can't learn it, get out of here!!"

Finally, with a sharp shout, "All of them! Turn right!!"

The company commander rarely showed his face, and in the eyes of the recruits, there was always a feeling of looking up. Obviously, the training had not yet reached the point of giving a single command, but when the company commander shouted, he turned around with a "swish" sound. , except for a few who don't distinguish between left and right, or who respond slowly, they just reveal a somewhat uniform veteran feeling.

"Turn left back, target playground, 20 laps!"

The three platoon leaders hurried over, took the lead, and led the people out.

This was the second time Fang Heng saw the company commander on the training ground, and it was far more shocking than the first time.

Capable and fierce, the sharpness from the bones makes people unable to look directly at it, the words are sharp, the momentum is like a rainbow, and there is a kind of arrogance that the truth is stepped on under Lao Tzu's feet, and it really despises everything.

Such a man is so handsome that people look forward to it, just like the self he has always wanted to achieve. Those imaginary advantages are all concentrated on the company commander.

Running on the track of the playground, Fang Heng panted heavily, looking at the company commander in the distance with his arms behind his back, his sturdy body wrapped in a camouflage military uniform, standing proudly, Fang Heng's eyes could not help but flash a bit of envy.

How can one become such a man?Can people look up to you just by standing there?

This time the conflict was suppressed by the company commander. After 20 laps, no one thought about who was wrong and who was right.

When everyone was lying on the lawn exhausted...

Fang Heng rubbed his stomach and looked at the platoon leader. The three platoon leaders were still standing on the playground. The company commander had disappeared. One second before he came back, his eyes met Yang Yi again. Fang Heng Frowning, he turned his head to one side, spat on purpose, and then looked over provocatively, but the punch missed the spot, and Yang Yi turned his head away at some point.

Fang Heng pursed his lips and his face fell.

Yue Zitong sighed, and said weakly, "Still have the strength to think about things? Sowing discord? No problem! That means we haven't practiced enough and still have energy, so... everyone, calm down, buddies now I just want to bed."

Fang Heng lowered his head and fiddled with the tip of the grass, wiped the sweat from his head with his jacket, he was so hot that he wanted to take off his clothes, and said softly, "What I'm thinking about now is whether I can still eat lunch?"

A word awakened the dreamer, Hou Jue raised his head, looked left and right, "Who knows what time it is?"

"No watch!" Someone replied feebly.

After everyone finished running, they gathered again, went back to get their lunch box and went to the cafeteria. Fang Heng checked the time, it was 12:[-].

This time there was no pre-dinner song, everyone went into the cafeteria dejectedly and started to eat after ordering the food.

The rice was a bit cold, but the dishes were very hot. Fang Heng chewed the food in his mouth and glanced at the table where the company commander usually sat.

After the recruits were discouraged by the company commander, they all settled down a lot. The painful life of the recruits included sleeping and eating in addition to training. Fang Heng lost the strength to grind his mouth, and followed the big troops all the way half dead.

It's just that occasionally when seeing the company commander from a distance, he would suddenly get a little excited, always wanting to get up and say something, but even he himself didn't know what to say.

The week of the recruit company passed quickly.

After eight days of drills, the army gave these recruits a day off. Of course, there is no leave, they are not allowed to go out, and they are not allowed to wander around in the barracks.

So a group of boys were bored, chatting, playing cards, washing clothes, and playing in the training ground.

playing what?In fact, it's quite boring. In addition to horizontal bars and parallel bars, the military's training facilities also have something called a spiral ladder. This thing was originally a training equipment for the Air Force, but because it is very interesting and can also exercise courage, so later on. , each military region is equipped with.

Early in the morning, with nothing to do, 20 or so recruits huddled under the spiral staircase to see who would dare to turn around.

After all, this thing is really scary. It doesn’t look very good, but once it rotates, it is a 360° circle. Someone tried it a few days ago, but when it reached the 180° level, they dared not use it anymore. .

Fang Heng also tried it, and it was also 180°, and his eyes went up and down suddenly, with no sense of center of gravity at all, and his hands and feet almost felt weak when he came down.

But young people, when they get together, there will always be passionate people who like to express themselves. Wei Yayang from the first echelon went up and circled a few times, and when he got down, he swept his eyes away, "What's so scary about this thing?" ? We have them in our school, and I will bypass them in the fifth grade of elementary school. It’s simple, don’t close your eyes, just stare at one spot, does anyone else dare to go up?”

Wei Yayang can be regarded as a special sports recruit. He learned sprinting at the city sports school in elementary school until he graduated from junior high school. He has won many places in the city. He is indeed number one in physical fitness and has a good personality. conspicuous.

"Fuck, it's over, wait, brother will perform for you." Immediately someone shouted.

Wei Yayang looked over and said with a smile, "Hou Jue, come one?"

Hou Jue immediately frowned.

There is still a week to choose the squad leader, and those who are interested have a faint sense of competition. On weekdays, they practice physical fitness and queue training. Wei Yayang, who has adapted to sprinting, falls behind Hou Jue every time he runs in the morning.

This provocation is actually quite naive, but Wei Yayang charted a clear path, but any man has no reason to back down when facing this challenge.

Fang Heng glanced left and right, lowered his voice, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

"Go away." Hou Jue glared at him and walked out.

Fang Heng curled his hands to his lips and roared, "Okay! Come on, Sir!" Then he looked at Wei Yayang, "What's the comparison with this shit? Isn't it two ends? You go too! Let's see who bears it first!" Can't stop calling!"

As soon as the words were finished, a circle of people exploded...

"Yeah! What's the point of turning around alone?"

"Competition! The first to admit defeat is the grandson!"

"Wei Yayang, come on!"

"My lord! Come on!"

"Ooooooooooo~~~"

Hou Jue was holding on to the winding ladder, and the other party raised his eyebrows tremblingly and grinned, which meant that he was waiting for a good show.

Fang Heng winked and smiled, but he had full confidence in Hou Jue. Don't his brothers understand?Whether it was a competition of strength or persistence, Fang Heng had never seen Hou Jue lose.

Hou Jue patted the spiral staircase, turned to look at Wei Yayang, and said with a smile, "Come on, you go up first? I go up first?"

Wei Yayang smiled, "The two are different, it's too dangerous, have you turned around alone?"

Hou Jue made a public smile, "It's okay, it's just this thing, so what if you haven't touched it before?"

Wei Yayang raised his eyebrows, "Then I'll go up first, come on, come and help me, let's hold on." Saying so, Wei Yayang stepped on the spiral ladder and swayed by himself. Just as he swayed the head down a little, Hou Jue raised his hand to catch it. He stepped on the armrest, pressed down hard with his hand, and stepped on it by himself.

Fang Heng immediately blew a loud whistle, handsome!

Someone hit the head, and the whistles continued, getting louder and louder.

Over there, the spiral staircase has already turned.

The spiral ladder is like a see-saw. If you use force, I use force, and it will turn faster and faster. In the end, you can’t stop even if you want to. It’s like an electric fan, fanning strong winds one after another. There was a whining sound.

Gradually, no one whistled.

At this speed, even the shadow can't be seen clearly, and I'm afraid that the iron rod will be broken by the two of them.

Hou Jue was also a little weak, or in other words, a little disgusted by being turned around. The blood seemed to be thrown out of the blood vessels and spread outward, and gradually lost his sense of his body. , I have no other ideas.

For something like a spiral staircase, the person below does not know the suffering above, and it is definitely more uncomfortable to turn than to look at it, but Fang Heng is still a little dizzy.

Round and round, it's like looking at the blades of an electric fan turned to the lowest gear, making you dizzy.

After holding back for 2 minutes, Fang Heng finally blinked and looked away. He turned his head and looked around, just in time to see Yang Yi walking from the side of the pool carrying a basin.