Recruit’s whole life, a green flower in the army sings the whole company
45 Raise a thorn for a thousand days, use a thorn for a moment!!

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"So many people."

At the training base of the army group.

As soon as they got off the military vehicle, the recruits of the recruit company felt the pressure of the martial arts competition.

Although after a round of preliminary screening.

The number of recruits in every new recruit camp and even the new corps had decreased.

But after all, it was the gathering of the entire army's new recruits.

Take Yang Le's recruit camp as an example.

In the end, only one platoon of recruits was selected.

The leader was still Shi Jin.

The three class monitors below, 561, were among them.

It had been a long time since Wu Liuyi last saw him, so Yang Le greeted him.

561 adjusted his collar and said," It's not good to roll up your own people. Come on, let me see how much you've grown in these two months!"”

"Yes, sir!"

Seeing that Yang Le was still in the standard military posture, Wu Liuyi took a deep breath. He felt like he had brought up a child.

No matter how much the two of them had been at loggerheads during training.

But that was a matter of training.

The feelings between soldiers were sometimes difficult to express in words.

Therefore, Wu Liuyi only patted Yang Le's arm to signal for him to do his best.

"What did you say to Squad Leader Wu?"

After Wu Liuyi went to check on the other recruits, Shi Jin walked over again.

Nurture thorns for a thousand days, use thorns for a while.

As the biggest thorn in the Special Combat Brigade's recruit camp.

At this moment, Shi Jin finally felt the sense of security that came from having a thorn in his hand and not panicking.

It wasn't easy.

"Squad Leader Wu wants me to roll them to death," Yang Le replied.”

Shi Jin nodded." That's right. As long as you don't die, you'll die. You're not only representing yourself now, but the entire special forces brigade. Do you understand?!"”

"Yes, sir!"

Shi Jin looked around and lowered his voice,""Give me the bottom line. Can you break the standards that Squad Leader Wu set for you?”

Is the military region's outstanding line the passing line?

Yang Le still remembered it clearly,"It's not a big problem.”

Pa.

Shi Jin punched Yang Le's shoulder.""Give me a clear answer!"

"I guarantee it!" Yang Le stood up straight and said.”

Good!

This was what Shi Jin wanted him to say." You know very well who you are. Since you're here today, I don't want you to hide anything. If you have any ability, show it all here. Do you understand?!"”

Yes!

Yang Le nodded and glanced at the tanks at the side.

"Why are you looking at those things? It has nothing to do with you."”

Oh.

Yang Le was curious.

For example, where should he go to destroy the enemy tank to unlock the honor?

Ten thousand bullets were fired.

In terms of the number of bullets used.

His honorary title had also changed from " Level 2: Sharpshooter.

His current shooting accuracy was 99.99%, infinitely close to 100%.

However, the ammo capacity of the next level would increase from 5000 to 20000.

Therefore, Yang Le wanted to obtain something more fun.

On the contrary, those projects were still at Level 0.

For example, the number of bombs used, the number of shells used, the number of missiles used, the number of nuclear bombs used, and so on.

Of course, there were also the number of enemy tanks destroyed, the number of enemy warships destroyed, the number of enemy fighter jets destroyed, and so on.

"Gather!"

"Each regiment, battalion, company, platoon, and squad will be the unit. Everyone, run!”

There was no reception.

After all, they all arrived at the training base at the designated time.

After resting for a while.

All the recruits who came to participate in the group army competition set off in their uniforms and headed for the first assessment: Internal affairs!

Until today.

In fact, there were many outsiders who felt that.

Internal affairs were not a standard to judge whether a soldier was outstanding or not.

However, it was the opposite.

If a soldier couldn't even do a good job of internal affairs.

How can you expect him to do other things well?

Furthermore, the internal affairs were not just to cultivate the daily habits of the soldiers.

The most important thing was to let them cultivate discipline.

"Foreign soldiers don't fold their blankets.”

"Are you referring to the people in the Black Region? You call that a soldier?"

"No, the beautiful country doesn't stack either."

"But they also do other internal affairs!”

"Anyway, I don't think it's scientific to fold a blanket.”

"Comrade, I noticed that your thoughts have been wavering recently!”

“。。。”

The time for chatting was also when everyone put down their military blankets.

After the veterans checked one by one, they found that there was nothing particularly unfair.

The Military Duplication Quilt test was about to begin.

"Brother Yang, you don't have to care about us anymore!”

"Yes, Brother Yang, we can be killed, but we can't let the Special Combat Brigade's reputation fall!”

"Let these little Kalami experience the terror of being dominated!”

"Brother Yang, you can do it!"

Yang Le nodded his head, indicating for everyone to be at ease. If they really started fighting, he wouldn't care about the others.

Not to mention that there were a few pairs of eyes on the stands that were looking at him strangely.

"Old He, is that the kid you mentioned, the one who folded the new quilt into tofu cubes?”

"Old He, does the special forces like to do catwalks?”

"What, you want to create the strongest Weapon King?”

"Hehe, a new quilt and tofu cubes.”

A brigade commander of a guided missile brigade: " Old He, your Special Combat Brigade has always called itself the benchmark. Tell me, what kind of standard do you think it is to make a piece of tofu in three minutes?”

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