Now that the New Year has just passed, the temperature is still freezing cold.
As soon as he came into contact with the cold water, Chen Ming couldn't help but shiver.
It is true that he has good physical fitness, but that doesn't mean he is resistant to cold.
But the teammates around me seemed to be used to it and didn't feel anything.
Chen Ming gritted his teeth and slowly walked into the water.
The lake was very deep, and everyone held the gun with one hand, trying not to let the gun get into water, and the way to move forward was the sidestroke.
Everyone moved very slowly, trying not to cause any waves, and there was almost no dialogue.
Everyone swam very slowly, looking around carefully.
Swim in small movements, observe your surroundings, and try to keep the lake calm.
These are the rigid requirements for armed swimming.
It took them more than an hour to successfully reach the shore.
Moving in water itself involves enormous resistance, and you also have to control the range of motion and stay calm.
In just one hour, they already felt like they had no strength left.
After getting ashore, many people couldn't help shivering and gasping for breath.
The same thing happened to Chen Ming. After soaking in the cold lake water for more than an hour, he felt that he had lost all feeling in his limbs.
Fortunately, perhaps taking the temperature into consideration, there was no follow-up training after the armed swimming.
Everyone dragged their tired bodies back to the dormitory, took off their wet clothes one by one, and went to the bathhouse to take a shower.
Everyone had a sullen face.
Although I have long been accustomed to this kind of high-intensity training, the feeling of fatigue still looms over me every time I come back.
Seeing that Chen Ming did not look tired at all, but rather relaxed, they could not help but ask curiously:
"Chen Ming, aren't you tired?"
Chen Ming doesn't look like someone who works in a government agency.
After a whole circle, everyone was exhausted.
On the contrary, Chen Ming is still full of energy. Compared with him, the physical fitness of many special forces is far behind him.
Is this what a technical soldier in a government agency should look like
Chen Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "Who says that people who work in government agencies have poor physical fitness? Being a civilian may not necessarily mean they are bad at fighting."
"There are many Confucian scholars in history who can bring peace to the world with their pens and guard the frontiers with their horses. You guys, don't think that those who do scientific research are weak in terms of physical fitness."
"Have you heard of the story of Chen Qingzhi, the white-robed general in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, and how thousands of troops avoided his white robe?"
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.
Although they all have a certain level of academic qualifications, they do not focus on history.
Such stories are rare in history textbooks, and I have never heard of any of them.
Chen Ming wanted to tell them about this story, but after thinking it over, he decided not to.
Everyone was tired, and few had the leisure to listen to him talk about anecdotes. They all wanted to take a shower and go to bed.
They all shower very quickly, and the average shower time per person is less than five minutes.
Before eleven o'clock, everything was done and I was lying on the bed.
Chen Ming also curled up in the quilt, waiting for the lights to turn off.
At eleven o'clock, the lights-out signal sounded on time and all the lights in the dormitories were turned off.
After a tiring day, everyone soon began to snore softly.
Chen Ming also closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, Chen Ming, who was still asleep, suddenly heard a commotion. He opened his eyes slightly and saw that all his teammates had already gotten up and were quickly getting dressed.
Chen Ming looked outside and it was still dark.
Geng ran straight to Chen Ming and shook him.
"Wake up and get ready for training!"
Chen Ming's eyes were hazy at this time. Although he was used to getting up at six o'clock, he still looked sleepy.
"It's not even six o'clock yet."
Gengzhi said hurriedly, "We started getting up at 5:30 for morning exercises. Hurry up, don't be late!"
After hearing this, Chen Ming had to get up despite his drowsiness, then ran to the sink, scooped a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face, only then did he wake up.
Looking at the white clouds that had just risen in the sky, Chen Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Coming directly from a retirement unit to such a high-intensity combat unit is really hard to get used to.
Chapter 82: Is the relationship between the Section Chief and I so obvious
After leaving the dormitory, there is a whole day of intensive training.
There are so many different kinds of training that they are almost innumerable.
The squadron leader seemed to be unable to bear to see them suffer. After completing one training exercise, just when he was about to sit down and rest for a while, the second one began.
This day has basically not stopped.
Even though Chen Ming is in good physical condition now, he still secretly groans in pain when facing these devastating trainings.
Fortunately, I only stayed for half a year, otherwise I would really not be able to bear this kind of life.
It's just training and training, it's too boring.
Of course, he could complain in his heart, but Chen Ming was not vague during training.
Various abilities are displayed, and the strength is particularly outstanding.
It refreshes everyone's three views time and time again.
I never dare to associate the word "gilded" with Chen Ming again.
With such strength, coming here can no longer be considered as gilding.
Instead, he came here specifically to prove his strength!
Time passed slowly in the endless training.
Chen Ming also quickly adapted to the life in the special forces.
Soon, a week passed, and Chen Ming's outstanding performance successfully captured the admiration of these special forces.
They even gave him the title of "King of Soldiers" and he firmly held this position.
The King of Soldiers refers to other special forces soldiers.
Among the ordinary soldiers of other companies, they are truly the kings of the army.
And Chen Ming can stand out among these people in various assessments and training.
Nature is the king of kings!
Everyone's attitude towards him and the way they looked at him changed drastically.
From the contempt and underestimation when I first arrived, to now being greeted with smiles and eyes full of admiration from everyone.
And this took only less than a week.
In private, people would often discuss Chen Ming.
Of course, it’s not about scolding Chen Ming or saying bad things about Chen Ming.
Instead, it is to vent the contrast in one's heart.
I thought he was a young soldier who came here to gild himself, but in the end I found out that this was just gilding
This is home!
Special Forces is his home, okay
But these people seem out of place here!
That day, at 5:30 in the morning, Chen Ming opened his eyes on time.
After a week of life, he has adapted to the biological clock of the special forces.
I can get up on time at 5:30.
He quickly jumped up and straightened his clothes.
However, when I looked back, I found that I was the only one who got up, while the other teammates were still lying in bed.
Some even felt annoyed by the noise Chen Ming made and buried their heads in their quilts.
Only then did Chen Ming realize that there was no wake-up whistle outside.
Looking at these scenes, Chen Ming asked in confusion:
"No training today?"