Chapter 8 Turn on the group ridicule mode, and you must know how to be grateful
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If you really run like this, these soldiers will need at least three or five days to recover, or even more.
Commander Xiao pondered for a moment, found an excuse and said, "Brig Commander, there are too many people, and they are not carrying enough weights, so they can't run away."
Captain Xiao has made up his mind and get away with it.
As a result, He Zhijun looked at Captain Xiao with a smile and said, "Just let the company where the rookie is. If you have good grades, your group will not have to be incorporated into the Red Arrow Brigade. I will talk to you."
He Zhijun threw out the bait, so he was not afraid that the other party would not take the bait.
Captain Xiao showed a hint of joy and excitement on his face, but he was still a little hesitant.
As the leader of the 128th Regiment, he was not as good as the 128th Regiment being merged into other regiments and changing courses.
But he was also worried about whether the soldiers could bear it.
It’s not that they don’t want to train soldiers to death like special forces, and don’t want the soldiers to become stronger, but this really doesn’t work.
The training intensity is too high, and the soldier's body cannot bear it, and even irreversible injuries, disability, or even death.
Captain Xiao hesitated.
He Zhijun seemed to have a strong chest and did not urge him, just smiling at the other party.
The hesitant Captain Xiao thought of Zhang Lu.
Zhang Lu won Lei Zhan, and he felt like he was dreaming.
This kid has never suffered much, is not serious in training, and is physically compatible with the entire group crane.
But this guy won the Lei Zhan and gave birth to the most incredible miracle.
This made Captain Xiao a little interested. He was not concerned about the soldiers too little, and maybe there were still some good seedlings that he had not discovered.
Without having to incorporate into the Red Arrow Brigade and keep the number of the 128th Regiment, Captain Xiao could not refuse He Zhijun's proposal.
After hesitating for a moment, he said to the communications soldier: "Go and ask Zhang Lu and the others to be prepared."
When everyone saw the correspondent trooper trot over, they couldn't help but talk in surprise.
"What's the situation? Do you need to have an assessment?"
"Isn't it a shooting assessment? It's been completed, why do you still need an assessment?"
"Did that Lei Zhan lose to Zhang Lu and is not convinced and is ready to vent his anger?"
“…”
A group of people were surprised and confused.
The communications soldier said loudly: "The entire 3rd Company of the 128th Regiment is ready to participate in 57 kilograms of weight-bearing and 5 kilometers of extreme off-road."
As soon as the correspondent soldier's words fell, 111 people from the third company looked at Zhang Lu in unison.
"Why are our third company participating? Is it because of Zhang Lu?"
"Not that he has anyone else. Now we all have to pay for the hatred."
"What should I do? The 57 kg weight-bearing extreme off-roading is the rhythm of running dead."
"It's over, it's over, Zhang Lu is a great harm! We are a regular army, how can we withstand it?"
"My cousin participated in the special forces assessment. He told me that it was just that after the project was stopped, he fainted after less than 3 kilometers."
"It is only the top soldiers of each company who are qualified to take the assessment. Even they can't hold on for 2 kilometers. We estimate that they will be killed in 2 kilometers."
"I'm dead now..."
The third company, including the company commander and instructor, complained in all kinds of complaints, looking at Zhang Lu's eyes, full of murderous intent.
Zhang Lu had just finished fusion of seed essence, and he was full of energy, and he felt like he could not finish it.
A group of people complained about themselves, and Zhang Lu became popular and retorted, "You must know how to be grateful in life. When I won just now, the whole group cheered. Now I am just running, and I am a lot of complaints. Is it a bit like a soldier? Or is it a man!"
"Now people in the special forces want to see us embarrassment. If they admit defeat, they will withdraw directly. If someone refuses to admit defeat, they will fight with me to the end."
"It's not that we dare not run away, but we are not special forces and cannot hold on." Someone shook his head.
Zhang Lu stared at the other party, looked around the people in the company, and shouted: "Special forces are also humans, are special forces special forces very talented?"
"I don't want to be a bear soldier, I'm going to scream!"
"If you don't want to be a Xiong Bing, just follow me!"
Follow Zhang Lu to the side and carry a weight and weigh the weight.
The soldiers in the company looked at me, and I looked at you, and they all looked at each other and became silent.
The last few soldiers came out under the infection of Chen Feng and shouted, "I won't come to join the army if I'm afraid of death! I'm not a Xiong Bing."
More and more people are moving towards the process of load bearing.
Those who looked down on Zhang Lu were frustrated, but they also bit the bullet.
When He Zhijun saw this scene, he smiled with relief: "This guy is interesting."
People with positive energy need it anywhere.
Like Zhang Lu, he cursed the other party, but inspired the fighting spirit of his comrades, which was rare.
If the heat is in place, it may cause side effects. If the heat is not good, it will not work.
Zhang Lu walked to the weighing point, and there were a lot of bricks on the ground.
"You install two pieces first. If they are not heavy enough, they will call them later." said the ordnant who was weighing more.
Zhang Lu put two bricks into his marching backpack.
However, two bricks alone are not enough for 57 kilograms, so we have to add a kettle, gas mask, first aid kit, and an ordnant sent 4 coach grenades, a bullet clip for empty magazines and a Type 95 assault rifle.
Wearing a steel helmet, a waist-distance armed belt, a military dagger, a combat pickaxe, and was full of things. Then he walked to the ordnance officer to get a good reputation.
It's still a little bit short.
At this time, the ordnant picked up a dumbbell piece from the side and put it on Zhang Lu. He had just collected 57 kilograms.
Zhang Lu walked down from the electronic scale and took a few steps just now and clearly felt the heavy weight.
A 57 kilogram load is no joke.
His steps were extremely heavy, and his steps were on the ground, and the softer soil immediately made an extremely clear footprint.
The ordnant on the side grinned and said, "This is the standard configuration for every special forces soldier who goes out to perform his mission."
"Today, your third company felt what special forces are in advance!"
"I really don't see that you are quite good at it. Come on, if you can persist, don't give up. Let those special forces see that our 128th Regiment is not a coward."
Zhang Lu smiled back at the ordnant and suddenly felt emotion.
"It's really not easy to be a soldier. You need to be more professional and comprehensive. You can survive on the battlefield.
Zhang Lu felt that even if he had the system in hand, he would need to train more professionally and master more professional skills.
However, this also made Zhang Lu feel that joining the army was full of challenges, and his passion was aroused. Since he came to the military camp, he had to be an iron-clad soldier.
"Ding! The system releases a random task: the host completes the assessment and rewards 100 experience points."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!