Nonggen was originally an ordinary teenager in the Yao village. Since Gantoon returned with the horse team once, Gantoonren went home to chat with his parents by the fire pit for a night. A few days later, he was sent to the place far away from the village with a few children from other villages. There were many people of his age here, and Nonggen studied, studied, and trained with them. The people here did not have prejudice against their identities like other places. Nonggen, who grew up in the mountains, had a simple personality and soon became a group of people around him who had no strange intentions.

However, Nonggen was not interested in reading. He was more interested in physical education classes or other practical courses, because he didn't have to sit in the classroom to read the Chinese characters from Shengao and memorize the math formulas. Therefore, Nonggen's academic performance was always at the last place in the class. Once, when Ganto people came here, they learned about their academic performance. After a severe blow, Nonggen gritted their teeth and read the book for a while. Although they gave up the "throne" of the last place, they didn't climb up so many. It was not that Nonggen did not work hard, but that whenever he saw the dense words on the book, he always felt dizzy.

However, as the teacher said, there is a shortage of the ruler and a strength, and the roots are useless. His military sports class scores have always been the first in the grade. After chatting with the teacher for a while, Gantoon did not train himself like last time, but instead made himself strive to maintain the first place in military sports class and as long as he is not the last place in the cultural class, he would be fine.

Gantoon people's instructions made Nonggen devote himself to military sports classes like an imperial edict. The teachers also seemed to turn a blind eye to their obvious bias. Instead, after taking some basic courses, they specially added military sports classes to several students who were the worst in the class, and asked them to get the best results. This made these children who were studying like jail excited. After only reading two hours of literacy classes and one hour of comprehensive courses every day, they went crazy on the military gymnasium playground.

At the end of the semester, he and his brothers who were rushing wild all day in the military gymnasium playground every day, and he also received the award for the first time. When he stood in front of thousands of people with a scholarship of 5 yuan and a certificate, Nonggen felt that this feeling was very good.

Afterwards, Nonggen found that the photos of himself when he received the award were displayed in the window of the school's outstanding students. However, what made him a little depressed was that when he received the award, he went on stage with his brothers who were crazy and wild all day long. There were light and tanned guys standing in front of the podium, so they were nicknamed the Black Eight by the people in the school.

Although it was still one semester to be considered graduation, the son of Gantoo found himself last month and asked him to graduate early to join a place called the militia. After repeatedly asking Nonggen, he realized that the militia was the army.

However, Nonggen did not hesitate because Gan Fulin said that although his academic performance was not very good, he promised to make a comeback in the militia. Moreover, there were 30 bullets training every month. You should know that although he ranked first in military physical education class, those bullets were not enough for him to enjoy.

When he returned to the dormitory, Nonggen discussed with a few black brothers, he found that they were also attracted by the militia. As soon as the few people decided to join the militia together.

Only when I got to this, Nonggen realized that the military records he had created in the school before could be easily broken by just a veteran, which made Nonggen feel a lot of pressure.

Just like standing attentively, when I felt very standard in the playground for the first time, someone suddenly kicked my legs from behind. Nonggen was kicked and kneeled down immediately. When he looked back, he saw that he had been assigned to take him. The squad leader did not explain much. He called a veteran from the side and asked him to stand at attention. After the squad leader stood at attention, the squad leader turned to the back and kicked the veteran's legs but did not see the veteran shaking. The squad leader said to himself with a smile: "Boy, being the first in the school does not mean that you are already qualified here."

What hit Nonggen even more was the shooting he was proud of. This strongest event was a mess here. Although he had questioned how to shoot accurately after a violent run, when a veteran who seemed not much older than him also completed the 400-meter cross-country sprint and shot in three postures, Nonggen was completely speechless. Not only did he run faster, but his shooting accuracy was many times stronger than his shooting while standing.

However, Nonggen is not the kind of person who gives in when he sees difficulties. Besides, this is not a cultural course that makes him suffer from headaches. This is a military sports project that he likes. The young people in Nonggen are provoked by the unyielding spirit of the unyielding young people.

Every morning, Nonggen secretly added weight to his body because he had secretly touched the backpacks of other veterans. The weight of veterans was much heavier than those of his new recruits. Although he could not bear such weights now, he was so strong that he was unwilling to accept this kind of preferential treatment. The extra weight made his running and training fall behind others every day, and he was severely scolded and punished by the squad leader. Nonggen accepted it without hesitation without any explanation.

Until one day almost a month later, the squad leader accidentally picked up the backpack of Honggen and found the little secret of Honggen. The squad leader was stunned for a moment and smiled, and said softly:

"Good boy, I thought I was overestimating and misjudging you, but I didn't expect you to play this trick. Good! Good! Good! Since you want to grow up soon, I will also help you loosen the soil and add fertilizer."

In the future training, the squad leader deliberately or unintentionally looked for the roots of the roots. The roots always had to complete more training than others, but inadvertently, the roots' grades of the roots were gradually improving, reaching the level of the middle and upper reaches of the entire company.

Three months later, during the competition for the new recruits, the squad leader called Nonggen in front of the departure line, took out the excess weight on him in front of everyone, and smiled at everyone's surprise:

"Boy, if you can't get the first place in this way, I'll see how I will double down on you when I come back!"

The result was obvious. Nonggen won the first place in all projects without any suspense, and some of the results were even close to the records of the militia. During the award presentation, Nonggen felt the feeling of being in school last time, and he found that he fell in love with this feeling.

From then on, the farm roots were out of control, and all the training was the most serious and the most desperate. The squad leader, the platoon leader, and even the battalion commander expressed affirmation and support for his almost deadly training. Others had 30 bullets per month, and the platoon leader accidentally fell next to him every time he walked past the farm root during shooting training. When he looked at it, he saw that it was 100 bullets.

When others were still familiar with the structure and maintenance of their guns, he had already crossed all the light and heavy weapons he could touch in the battalion. Even the snipers and grenademen sent by the battalion were personally opened to give him some advice. As for the mortar, he did not practice because he was not very good at math, but the platoon leader still let him learn how to operate and let him fire two guns to enjoy it.

During the training of the stings, few new recruits dared to fight him, because they could clearly feel a murderous aura when they were training with him. This murderous aura made people shudder. The black brothers who dared to fight him were not his opponents. After winning a few one-on-three and one-on-four trainings, the battalion commander directly seconded two stings masters from the next battalion to fight him, which stopped his momentum of winning streaks and at the same time stopped the battalion commander's cigarettes kept losing to the squad leader.
Chapter completed!