It's the weekend again, so I decided to make it to the click list.

The second update today will be around 11:50, and then the ethics will be added and a lot of essence will be served! (Sorry, it's evening!)

Military training is almost over.

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On the playground, all members of a row were chased by He Tai with sticks behind. Their speed slowed down slightly. He Tai beat his thick butt and yelled: "Hurry up!"

In the distance, Ouyang Jie came over and said to the seventh platoon leader Fu Yong: "Lao He doesn't know what he is trying to do this time."

Fu Yong laughed loudly after hearing this: "Haha, company commander, Lao He was fooled by those little guys this time!" As he said that, he said something that had just happened.

After hearing this, Ouyang Jie couldn't stand up straight: "These kids are so amazing!"

After laughing, Ouyang Jie felt a little chill on his back.

"Grandma, it seems that you have to be careful when going to the toilet in the future." He thought in his heart, and decided to try to avoid going to the public toilet in the camp in the future.

Afterwards, Ouyang Jie's decision was very prescient. After the "come on" incident in the first row, it quickly caused other rows to follow suit. Among them, the leader of the seventh row is the most exaggerated. He didn't even wipe it, but he chased after him with his pants, making the group of people in the seventh row unseen.

This incident had a great impact. Almost every day, you could vaguely hear the sound of cheering in unison from the toilet. The speed was quite rapid and the sound was quite loud... At the back, the instructors no longer dared to go to the toilet alone, and they would definitely have to pull one or two comrades in the army to make the wind up.

In the end, only Ouyang Jie was left to survive. He felt that more than one pair of eyes were staring at him every day, which made him worried every time he went to the toilet. Recently, he even started to suffer from constipation. There was no way, Ouyang Jie had to use his rights and issue a compulsory order. In the future, the instructors would not be allowed to harass the students when they went to the toilet, otherwise they would be severely punished. In severe cases, they would be detained for one day, and the qualification for the military parade after the military training of his platoon was cancelled!

The evil dogs used thick sticks, and used heavy dictionaries in troubled times. With this command, the tide of cheering finally subsided. However, at this time, the emotions in their hearts had been exaggerated. Except for Ouyang Jie, all the other instructors were collectively destroyed by them. Although their hearts were strong, they could definitely leave a little shadow. Every time they squatted down, they might immediately think of their cheering voices, which was enough.

Queue training is basically the same and is no longer the main content.

On the playground, a row of people sat cross-legged on the corners with a small square array.

Platoon leader He Tai stood in front and spoke: "Everyone has performed very well over the past few days. To be honest, it was beyond my surprise to be able to complete the queue training to this level in such a short time. Congratulations to you, you have passed the most difficult period of the recruiting period!"

After hearing this, everyone immediately applauded at the prescribed rhythm. After all, they could not easily hear He Tai praise others. Today, he said this greatly satisfy everyone's vanity and was completely refreshed.

"In the next ten days, we will conduct enemy capture training, military training and shooting training."

When everyone heard this, they cheered. They had been waiting for this day for a long time. Every boy was eager to try military fists and enemy capture techniques in the army, and even more so in shooting training. Who doesn’t like guns? Since they have come to military training, it would be a pity if they don’t even find guns. Every time they see those formal soldiers training with guns, they are envious. They have asked He Tai and Ouyang Jie more than once when they will carry out these trainings.

Zhuang Wu, the squad leader of the fifth squad, asked: "Platform Commander, I understand the training of capturing the enemy and shooting training, but what kind of training is this military physical training?"

"Military training is single and double bar training." He Tai said, "Now, everyone stands up, we will start the first enemy capture training... I will teach you the fighting style first, you will disperse according to the formation, with one meter apart..."

As he said that, He Tai put a fighting posture for everyone, which is a starting position, clenched his fists with both hands, one in front and one behind, and squatted slightly.

"The deputy platoon and all the squad leaders did it in my posture."

Han Feng and the other five squad leaders immediately walked up to the front and then followed his posture once. Needless to say, Han Feng's posture was the most standard. He Tai had expected this long ago, because every time he did this, Han Feng would be able to complete any movement meticulously, and even his eyes and expressions were not lost.

"You look at Han Feng, this is the standard." He Tai asked Han Feng to maintain this position. "In addition to the movements on his hands and legs, the movements should also be shown. Look ahead with your eyes, be fierce, and be full of murderous aura in your eyes, just like seeing your own enemy!"

In this way, I took two classes to make a fighting style and correct my posture, and the morning passed.

In the afternoon, I finally started teaching basic steps, but it was something that could not be simpler. One advance and the other step took them two more lessons, and everyone jumped around the playground, but it was still so monotonous.

After a day, everyone's original enthusiasm was greatly affected.

When the day's training was about to end, the seventh row walked towards them in a stance. They saw the people in the row jumping like a dance master for the afternoon. As they passed by, there were bursts of ridicule in the crowd.

"Stand up—set! Sit down on the spot and rest!"

Fu Yong arranged the seventh platoon next to him and walked over slowly.

"Oh, your progress is not slow. You have entered the stage of capturing the enemy so quickly?"

Fu Yong has always been unpopular with Shuimu, a group of students with poor health. Today, I found that they had entered the stage of capturing the enemy training, so I couldn't help but be surprised, because if they follow their seventh row progress, it would take at least two days.

"Platform leader, is this training to capture the enemy? Why do you look like a master of dancing?" A voice from the seventh platoon immediately caused laughter from others.

"Bad!" Fu Yong turned around and shouted at the seventh platoon, "You think the training of capturing the enemy is very fun. You guys like this will know then!"

He Tai also asked everyone to sit down and rest. He said, "Old Fu, don't be dissatisfied. This time we will be sure to get the first place in the first place!"

Fu Yong grinned and said, "Old He, you are a very humble person. Why did you brag today? Haha! This number one is not bragging! Brothers, tell me, do you have the confidence to win the first place?" Fu Yong yelled at the seventh row.

"Yes!" The seven rows yelled in unison.

He Tai also shouted loudly: "One row! Tell them whether you have confidence!"

The whole row of people took a breath and shouted: "Yes!!" The sound actually exceeded seven rows.

Fu Yong laughed in silence: "Confidence is not louder than voice, haha!"

"Platform leader, haven't you always brag about how powerful you are? How do you compare with the platoon leader? Let everyone open their eyes!" At this time, there was another shout from the seventh platoon.

"Fart! I never brag!"

"How can we believe it if we don't perform!"

"That's right, that's right." Everyone started to make a fuss.

The first row also began to agree at this time, asking He Tai and the seventh row leader to compete on the spot to open everyone's eyes.

He Tai smiled and shook his head, "The fighting technique of capturing the enemy has no ornamental value, but Lao Fu's Pigua Palm is very powerful and very interesting. It depends on whether everyone has the ability to invite him."

Piguazhang? What kind of martial art is this?

When everyone heard this, they had some trouble and immediately asked Fu Yong to perform on the spot.

Someone has already started shouting slogans: "Piguazhang, come one! Come one, Piguazhang! One, two, three, four, five, we have worked so hard! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, we are waiting so anxious..."

"Damn! Lao He, you're hurting me!" Although Fu Yong said this, his face was not dissatisfied, and he smiled. He pressed his hands down, "Everyone calm down."

After everyone calmed down, he pondered for a while and said, "It's really boring to perform alone. The rows of leaders are not on the stage, but it doesn't matter. As far as I know, the rows of Han Feng are very skilled. Why don't you let me discuss with Han Feng. State it in advance, just talk, click until you stop, don't say that I bully the small by the big."
Chapter completed!