After everyone had learned the basic moves of " lying down " and " standing up ", the class monitor explained the third tactical move," advance ".
Advancing was further divided into 'bending forward' and 'crawling forward', while crawling forward was further divided into' crawling sideways forward','crawling forward in a high posture', and' crawling forward in a low posture'.
Time passed quickly as he practiced these basic movements. Soon, the entire morning was over.
Before they could connect all the movements, their knees, elbows, and palms were already scraped by the ground. Blood seeped out, staining the training ground with many bloodstains.
All of them gritted their teeth and endured the pain.
Finally, at 11:30 pm, the team went back to prepare for lunch.
Back in the dormitory, Zhen Dong looked at his palms, which were bleeding profusely. At first glance, it was obvious that his hands were covered in blood.
"This stupid system, why didn't it give me a skill like Copper Head Iron Arms or Deadpool that can heal itself?”
Zhen Dong thought to himself that if he really had such a skill, he might have felt better today.
If Zhen Dong was already like this, there was no need to think about the others.
This was especially true for the chubby and fair He Dong. Not only was his palm scraped, but even his elbow was covered in blood. His knee was still alright, but it was also purplish-black. Even a light touch would cause him to gasp in pain.
The class monitor looked at everyone's miserable state. He took out the disinfectant and cotton swabs that he had prepared earlier and carefully applied them to everyone's wounds.
Squad leaders were all like this. They were strict with their soldiers, but in their lives, they were also concerned about their soldiers.
However, most of the alcohol in the tincture was alcohol. Once it touched the wound, it immediately flew off!
A pig-like howl resounded throughout the entire dormitory.
Even Zhen Dong's face turned pale from the pain when he was smeared with the tincture.
Although she didn't cry out, the pain was really piercing.
The class monitor looked at them crying in pain and laughed happily.
He had been through this before. Now that he saw these new recruits suffer, he felt inexplicably happy.
Thinking back, his class monitor had laughed at him in the same way. Zhao Sheng laughed even more, feeling like a daughter-in-law who had endured for many years had become a mother-in-law.
Moreover, he did not hide his smile at all, and the corners of his mouth cracked to his ears.
"Look at you guys. I was much worse off than you guys back then, but when the class monitor gave me the disinfectant, did I make a sound?”
"All of you, you're all women. If you make any more noise, I'll pour them all on you!”
Although he was happy in his heart, the class monitor still insisted.
Everyone shut up, but they had already rolled their eyes at the class monitor.
You might not have been any better than us back then.
After spending a month together, they had long known that the class monitor was the kind of person who would still be stubborn even when the duck was dead.
However, they didn't believe it in their hearts. They couldn't talk back to the class monitor, or else they would be scolded again.
After the meal, it was about time for lunch break. Everyone lay on their beds.
He Dong looked at the wound on his hand and muttered worriedly,"
"Don't tell me there's still tactical training in the afternoon?”
Although their wounds were no longer bleeding, the pain was still there.
Especially after applying disinfectant, it seemed to have become even more sensitive. Just a casual touch would cause him to suck in a cold breath.
If it was still tactical training, he wouldn't be able to take it if it continued like the morning!
"Who knows?"
Zhen Dong shrugged and replied in a low voice.。
To be honest, he didn't want to do tactical training now. After all, it was really painful.
"If you're not sleeping, go run laps!”
Although they had lowered their voices, the class monitor still heard them. He snorted coldly and berated them.
The few of them quickly shut up and closed their eyes to sleep.
They were all hoping that after noon, their injuries would be slightly relieved.
Otherwise, the training in the afternoon would really kill him!
As the wake-up whistle sounded on time, everyone woke up and checked their injuries immediately. The pain of their wounds determined the degree of despair in the afternoon training.
However, it still hurt…
Everyone's despair instantly fell to a low point.
The class monitor looked at them and snorted.
"Alright, let's practice the gun posture in the afternoon!”
When everyone heard this, they were slightly stunned and immediately erupted into cheers.
"Long live the class monitor!"
"Thank you, class monitor!"
"Good class monitor!"
Compared to tactical training, gun posture training was much better.
Zhen Dong put on his shoes as he looked at the cheering crowd. He could not help but complain in his heart.
Did they all forget that they couldn't even raise their guns yesterday?
Although he was complaining in his heart, he was also smiling.
Because holding a gun was much more comfortable than tactical training!
The class monitor looked at them one by one and urged,"Hurry up, take your guns and go to the training ground!”
"Yes, sir!"
Everyone carried their guns and quickly ran towards the training ground.
Looking at their backs, the class monitor shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Humans were like this. Without comparison, there would be no difference.
After the tactical training, the gun-holding posture practice that made them complain endlessly yesterday seemed much easier.
They missed the military posture training when they first joined the army. They wished they could stand in the military posture for an entire day to replace these increasingly complicated and difficult training.
After that, they were in the same miserable state. When they returned in the afternoon, they still couldn't raise their arms.
However, he was inexplicably excited.
Compared to tactical training, which was a big boss, gun training was true love!
After dinner, he watched the news broadcast, recited orders and regulations, showered, and went to bed.
Another day passed.
After a period of time, they continued to train in this way.
After waking up, he ran three kilometers, then slowly increased it to five kilometers.
The morning was still the same tactical training. After everyone had learned most of the basic tactical movements, the class monitor began to carry out tactical practice.
That was to combine the three movements of 'lying down',' standing up', and 'advancing' in different ways.
They could be seen on the tactical training ground every morning. They would lie down, climb out, stand up, take a few steps, lie down again, and continue climbing.
After repeating this process, these actions were deeply engraved in their minds.
Sometimes, even when he was sleeping on his stomach at night, he would unconsciously crawl forward until his head was placed on the bed rail. He would suddenly wake up, then turn over and continue sleeping.
In the beginning, they complained endlessly, but as time passed and they became familiar with it, these training sessions were no longer so terrifying in their eyes.
Compared to the fixed tactical training in the morning, the training methods in the afternoon were varied.
As they became more familiar with the posture of holding a gun, everyone could stand for more than an hour at will. The class monitor reduced the amount of training for the posture of holding a gun.
He also added a lot of physical training, such as frog jumps, five-kilometer cross-country, push-ups, and so on.
After each physical training, everyone was often exhausted, but even so, they would still curse at each other or talk about topics that made people laugh.
It added some fun to the boring training.
Other than these, there were also some special individual training, such as anti-chemical training, battlefield first aid training, and so on.
Although he was tired, he had gotten used to it…
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