The military-civilian evening party was very successful. It could be said that the host and guests were enjoying themselves. Zhao Ting also took the opportunity to express his attitude of recruiting talents.
The next day, at dawn, the soldiers of the Model Battalion were still sleeping soundly. Suddenly, an ear-piercing copper whistle sounded in the camp.
"Quick, quick, gather!"
"Everyone gather!"
Zhao Ting, the battalion commander of the model battalion, walked along the dormitory and knocked on the door one by one to gather the soldiers.
These were all soldiers who had just come down from the frontlines. When they heard the copper whistle and Zhao Ting's shout, they were all awakened.
They rushed out of the house with their guns in their hands, thinking that it was the Japanese.
"No Japanese?"
"What happened?"
......
When they hurriedly grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the house, they realized that the sky had just brightened. Other than Zhao Ting, who was dressed neatly, there was no sign of the enemy.
"Battalion Commander, what are you doing?"
Third Company Commander Old Wang had an armed belt on his head as he strode toward Zhao Ting, full of doubts.
"Old Wang, you don't need to participate in the military supplies department. You're old, so you'll be in charge of the military supplies department.”
"Yes, sir!"
Old Wang nodded his head. He knew that he was getting old. Zhao Ting was taking care of him. He was quite satisfied with this arrangement. After fighting for half his life, he wanted to take a break.
"From today onwards, we will be training. I will give you five minutes to return to your rooms and get dressed. Those who are late will be severely punished!"
Zhao Ting immediately said coldly to the soldiers who were standing on the spot, not knowing what was going on.
"What are you waiting for? Go back and put on your clothes and shoes. Pack your backpack!”Seeing the soldiers standing there in a daze, First Company Commander Liu Gang shouted.
Soon, the soldiers who had been woken up in the morning hurried back to their rooms and began to put on their clothes. They tied up their ropes and carried them on their backs.
Although Zhao Ting had said that they would take five minutes, the soldiers still took more than ten minutes to gather.
"Look at you, you are still a model battalion. You are even dragging your feet when you get up and pack your things. If outsiders know about this, wouldn't they laugh their heads off?”
Seeing the sleepy soldiers, Zhao Ting reprimanded them loudly with a straight face.
Although many of these soldiers were from the central army, even if they were from the central army, other than the direct descendants, the rest were all adapted from the local army, so they were very lazy.
Now that they had gathered so early in the morning without any preparation, they were still quite dissatisfied. However, they did not dare to complain in front of Zhao Ting.
"I originally wanted the kitchen to add meat dishes for you in the morning, but now that you're five minutes late, the meat dishes are canceled!”
"We are the model battalion, the benchmark of the entire army! Whether it was fighting or training, they had to be first-class. They could not be underestimated. From today onwards, if anyone could not stand the hard work of training, they could leave!”
"Our Model Battalion wants the best of the best, not trash!”
"Let's start the morning exercise now. Five kilometers of armed cross-country!”
After hearing Zhao Ting's words, all the soldiers were stunned.
Although they had all gone out for exercise in the past, they were just putting on an act. Most of the time, they slept in.
Now that they suddenly heard that it was a five-kilometer cross-country trip, all of them felt bitter in their hearts. Wasn't this torturous?
Unfortunately, Zhao Ting would not give them the chance to speak. In the army, it was necessary to obey orders. There was no reason to do so.
"Attention!"
"Turn right!"
"Two columns, march together-"
Soon, under Zhao Ting's command, the soldiers who had not yet woken up carried their backpacks and weapons as they began their first training since entering the model camp.
"One, two, one, two, one."
"One, two, three, four!"
"One, two, three, four!"
Although the soldiers were complaining, when they saw Zhao Ting, who was also carrying a backpack and a machine gun, running with them in high spirits, they did not want to be looked down upon. They gritted their teeth and ran along.
Zhao Ting had a clear understanding of the terrain around the camp. They were running along the road this time. There weren't many vehicles these days, so they could run freely.
The reason why they set out early in the morning was to guard against the Japanese planes. The Japanese planes usually wouldn't set out so early in the morning.
Now that the battle in Shanghai was in full swing, most of the Japanese planes were concentrated on the battlefield, but they had to be on guard.
These soldiers ran under Zhao Ting's slogan. At the beginning, they were still in an orderly formation, but after running less than two kilometers, the formation became sparse. Many people were panting and could not keep up.
However, Zhao Ting had no intention of stopping and waiting for these soldiers. Instead, he kept running with the remaining people.
For soldiers with good physical fitness in the future, a five-kilometer cross-country run would take half an hour. However, Zhao Ting had to slow down. It took him more than 50 minutes to finish the five-kilometer cross-country run.
Out of the eight platoons of soldiers, only about half of them had actually finished running. Many of them could not run anymore and stopped by the roadside to rest.
When Zhao Ting and the others returned, they gathered them and brought them back together, but they remembered their names.
"Those who haven't finished running, cancel breakfast. The rest of you go eat!”
Zhao Ting didn't publicly criticize the soldiers who didn't finish running. Instead, he used his actions to punish them.
"If you don't eat, you won't be hungry."
These soldiers who did not complete their mission, including Second Company Commander Yang Dashu, did not mind.
However, when they saw their brothers eating meat porridge and eating big steamed buns, they were all dumbfounded.
In the past, they had two meals a day. During the war, they had three meals a day. However, it was the first time they had eaten so much in the morning.
Seeing the soldiers eating happily, the soldiers who had not completed their mission could only watch helplessly. They kept swallowing their saliva and regretted it to death. If they had worked harder, they might have finished running.
Raising the standard of food was also something that Zhao Ting wanted to change. That was to improve the physical fitness of the troops in a short period of time. Now that they were sallow and skinny, they would definitely not be able to fight.
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