Chapter 31 My Military Training, My Company Commander

Under Zhou Buqi's full mediation, this little dispute finally came to an end.

After the woman slapped her face four times, Wang Dalong sincerely bowed and apologized, and it came to a successful conclusion.

This kind of conflict between students, especially male and female students, the instructors are not easy to manage. Their task is training, not emotional mediation.

However, this accident made Wang Dalong completely angry.

He became the most popular figure in the whole class and even the whole department.

Tian Qiaoran, the squad leader, asked Zhou Buqi in private, "What's going on here?"

Zhou Buqi said with emotion: "I don't know too well, it seems that Wang Dalong slept with that girl, and then he doesn't want to take responsibility."

"What?"

Tian Qiran's eyes widened, and her fat body dangled, "This kind of scumbag, I'll kill him by sitting on my ass!"

Zhou Buqi waved his hand, "Forget it, the woman has forgiven her, what are we going to do?"

Tian Qingran seemed to empathize with her, and looked at Wang Dalong with hatred in his eyes.

This is the University of Science and Technology, a national key university, how could such a scumbag appear?

Did you come in through the back door?

Zhou Buqi said seriously: "Don't spread this matter, after all, it involves the girls' reputation. However, you can give us girls some advice in private, and let them stay away from Wang Dalong, so as not to be harmed."

Tian Qiran's expression was serious, "Yes, it's better that you have considered everything comprehensively. You must not say anything about this kind of thing. Don't worry, leave this matter to me. Other departments dare not say it. In our Department of Business Administration, we guarantee that no girl will be fooled. "

In the afternoon, the instructor's company commander came and watched Class 5's training for 20 minutes, and then picked Zhou Buqi away without incident.

Tactical demonstration team, assembled!

Ten young men with a height of 1.8 meters stood in a row, and each of them stood upright, chilling the prestige.

Training is also harder.

Basically, it is rolling all over the ground, crawling forward in various low or high positions.

I only trained for one afternoon, and when Zhou Buqi returned to the dormitory at night and took off his camouflage uniform, he found that his elbows were worn out.

However, this is not the worst.

Wang Dalong was even worse, his whole body was wet, as if he had been doused by rain.

After asking, it turned out that during their training in the afternoon, some female students in the class accidentally spilled water on him while drinking.

About... about seven or eight bottles of mineral water.

As a result, Wang Dalong trained in wet clothes for the whole afternoon.

Zhou Buqi couldn't bear it, and planned to find a few opportunities to tell the monitor that they were all students in the same class, so there was no need to go too far. It is true that he made a mistake, but no one is a sage, so who can be blameless? Maybe it will change in the future?

The next day, it was still crazily crawling training.

Lie on the ground basically all day.

It's okay if it's in the stadium, where there is artificial turf.

However, in order to maintain the mystery of the tactical performance, the place where they trained was behind a relatively hidden real estate under development. The cement floor is clean, but hard, and it hurts to bump into it. The gravel is dusty, and it rolls up and down, just like a mud monkey.

When shouting slogans, the company commander even scolded them, saying that ten of them were not as loud as a phalanx of more than thirty people.

Training is brutal.

However, the ten "special forces members" are all willpower, and none of them complained of being tired.

On the fifth day, the main show finally arrived.

The company commander brought two old submachine guns with dirty wooden handles.

It's a real gun!

Zhou Buqi could recognize that it was a domestically produced Type 56 submachine gun imitating the AK47. I really didn't expect that after decades, it is still used in the military, and it is still a force in the capital.

The moment they saw the submachine gun, the eyes of the special forces members released two strange looks, as if they felt that the hard training these days was worth it.

Gun!

Is this the dream of many boys in their childhood?

Maybe some boys don't, but the young men who are selected to be qualified to become special forces members all have special feelings for guns.

Zhou Buqi was naturally not so excited, but more curious.

Do you really want to shoot?

In school?

The instructor responded that the shots were really fired, but all the bullets were empty. Moreover, shooting training will not be conducted in the near future, and bullets will not be fired until the last two days of military training.

The task these days is to carry a gun for training!

It is to carry a submachine gun, jump into the crater, climb out again, and complete the shooting action; proceed to the next level, jump over obstacles, and then get down to complete the shooting action; continue down, crawl to the predetermined location quickly with a low profile, and complete the shooting Action; followed by rope climbing, low-profile crawling...

In short, every time a small goal is completed, a few rounds of bullets must be fired before proceeding to the next small goal.

However, the male students really love guns so much that their hands are shaking when they touch the guns. Whenever I complete the task and hand over the submachine gun to the next person, I feel a little bit reluctant.

Later, I don't know who was smart enough to come up with a trick.

After climbing rocks and rolling all the way, he did not immediately hand over the gun to the next person. Instead, he imitated the appearance on TV, saluted the company commander and asked him to comment.

After the review, it was already another minute later.

In other words, through this wave of coquettish operations, he can touch the gun for more than a minute.

Everyone is a college student, and no one is worse than the other. Someone immediately followed suit, just to keep the gun in their hands for a longer period of time.

Later, the company commander also understood, kept his face, and didn't say much.

On the second day, a scene that made all the "special forces" ecstatic happened.

The company commander brought ten Type 56 submachine guns!

When everyone saw these guns placed on the ground, they couldn't hold back any longer, and cheered "Boom" and applauded enthusiastically.

For this reason, the company commander was also punished for standing in a military posture for half an hour.

However, everyone is happy for this and feels that they have seen hope.

The next training is no longer about suffering or suffering, but about realizing dreams.

Everyone held a submachine gun in their arms, and their eyes were hot.

Especially when going to the cafeteria to eat, don't mention that feeling!

The other companies (classes) lined up in squares and walked neatly into the cafeteria. The tactical demonstration team was different. They lined up in a line and walked in front of everyone in full view, each holding a submachine gun in their hands.

For such a scene, maybe Andy Lau came and it was nothing more than that.

All the boys' eyes were red with envy and hatred. All the girls have tenderness in their eyes and a shining admiration that cannot be concealed.

However, during the meal, the company commander asked them to stand and eat. The reason is that they crawl and roll, their clothes are too dirty, and they will stain the seats in the cafeteria when they sit down.

...

The military training life at night is mainly about pulling songs.

There are only ten people in the tactical demonstration team, and the leader is the company commander, so it is not easy to compare with the soldiers under him. It should have won. Failure to compare will affect prestige, so I would rather not participate.

So every night, it was the most relaxing time for the "Special Forces", sitting quietly on one side, bathing in the cool evening breeze, and listening to other phalanxes singing.

Sometimes the company commander would specially bring them Arctic Ocean soda from the military service agency, which was very refreshing.

However, not only the Special Forces were listening to the song, but also the sophomore and junior seniors.

They hugged watermelons and moved low stools to sit in the stadium. They enjoyed the cool air, ate melons, listened to songs, and gesticulated and directed blindly.

Some instructors are very young, not as old as the seniors, so naturally they can't deter them.

Several attempts to dissuade him were ineffective, and one of the instructors was helpless. He came to the company commander with a bitter face, and asked him for help to drive away those junior students.

It simply affects their singing training.

The company commander was very angry: "Okay, but I have one condition."

The young instructor stretched out two fingers: "Twice!"

The company commander said indifferently: "Five times!"

The young instructor said angrily: "Are you blackmailing people? Up to three times, otherwise it won't work once."

Lian Chang's eyes lit up and he laughed, "Deal!"

Then, he got up with a sneer and walked towards the junior students.

Here, the "special forces" are all stupid.

You look at me, I look at you, the look is weird, almost twisted.

What the hell!

Is the current atmosphere so open?

Military regulations do not allow it?

Zhou Buqi realized the seriousness of the matter, and quickly warned everyone: "No one is allowed to tell about this matter. This is personal privacy, so everyone should ignore it. If it gets out, the company commander will be finished!"

The others were also very smart, and they all got the benefit of the submachine gun, so they all nodded, expressing that no one would leak the news.

After a while, the company commander came back, proud of the spring breeze, holding a big watermelon that had already been cut in his hand, and said happily: "This is a big profit, wash the socks for free three times, and get a big watermelon. Come, let's wipe it out together." !"

"What... what?"

The special forces were all dumbfounded.

Wash socks?

It does not make sense?

The company commander was also very strange, looking at them inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

Someone couldn't help asking: "Company commander, what you and that instructor just said...was washing socks?"

The company commander said: "Yes, he will help me wash my socks three times, hehe."

Special forces members, you look at me, I look at you, with weird expressions, almost distorted.

What the hell!

This is a big misunderstanding!

Fortunately, I didn't say it, otherwise there would be a big joke.

At this time, a class mainly composed of girls sang a melodious military song in front of them——

"The cold wind blows the leaves

army is a green flower

Dear comrade, don't be homesick

don't think about mom

I call out day and night, how many words are in my heart

Don't cry when parting

The military camp is our warm home..."

Zhou Buqi, who was eating watermelon, felt a little guilty, and turned his head to look at the company commander. It was found that he was quietly immersed in the female version of the military song, which seemed to bring back childhood memories, his thoughts were like water, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

The night is like practice, thinking about it endlessly.

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