On the second day, from Mao Shi, who was still unshakable, he ran for a long distance with a heavy load.
The recruits are miserable, because they have to look up something more than yesterday. The recruits were all uniformly dressed in red, and when they got up in the morning, they should not be disheveled. Including the messy bed at night, it must be neatly folded before departure the next morning. If there is a messy one, add an extra lap.
Add it round and round, who can stand it. In the midst of crying father and mother, the grooming and military discipline of the recruits was quickly rectified. It was only half a month later that a new recruit, even though they were not yet able to form an array with swords and arrows, was already quite decent just from the appearance of the ceremonial troops.
He Yan looked at it and sighed in his heart, not to mention that although Xiao Jue's heart was a little darker, his methods were quite powerful. Compared with Governor Xiao, He Yan only felt that the way he used to train in the army was simply too benevolent.
The so-called kindness does not lead soldiers, righteousness does not keep wealth, it seems that she has to learn more from Xiao Jue.
The recruits ran around in circles, and the coaches took advantage of the gaps to talk together.
The head coach Shen Han looked at Liang Ping and asked, "Why don't you see the one in your team... hey, the weakest kid?"
After these days, everyone knew that the recruits who came to Liangzhou Weili this time were the weakest kid, a recruit under the commander Liang. He is thin and physically weak. Every morning when he follows his morning jog, he falls behind more than half of the others. One or two days is fine, more than three days, almost everyone knows that there is such a person.
It can be said that it is notoriously weak.
"You said He Yan?" Liang Ping pouted towards Shandao in the distance, and said, "In the front, here, the one who ran after the middleman."
Shen Han looked over, but on the long road, the boy was running forward with a sandbag on his back. Although everyone is wearing a uniform red outfit, because this young man is unusually thin and short, he can still see it at a glance.
Shen Han was a little surprised, "You didn't get left?"
"How can it be." Liang Ping's face showed a bit of complicated emotions, "This kid is very determined."
Speaking of which, Liang Ping was not optimistic about He Yan at first. To be honest, he has been a coach for so many years, and he has seen many recruits. Whether he can be a fierce soldier can be judged just by looking at it. He Yan's physical aptitude is really poor. Maybe he grew up pampered since he was a child, and he has no strength at first glance. On the first day of running in the morning, he ran in a rush. At that time, Liang Ping made a decision in his heart: he can only be a gang leader.
Unexpectedly, this kid has a poor body and a strong temperament. Even if you are dragging your tail every day, you still run with the team. Liang Ping also noticed that from the first day to the present, he never tried to be lazy, and just ran so seriously.
If the wealthy son of the family is in the middle of the road to be a soldier, it is already very great to have this will and perseverance. What's more, He Yan was not doing useless work.
She seems to have mastered some kind of knack, or she has gradually begun to get used to this kind of long-distance running with heavy loads. From the beginning, she fell in many laps of the crowd, then gradually fell less, and now she can barely keep up with the team. Liang Ping even had the illusion that if he continued like this and ran for a few more days, maybe he could still be the one in the front.
He was thinking about it when he heard Shen Han's voice coming from beside him.
"What's the use of being hard-hearted? Qualification is aptitude. Even if he can barely keep up with running, skill training will be too difficult for him in the future... I don't know if he can pass skill training."
Before the skills training, the last morning run was to evaluate the physique and potential of the recruits in each team. There are too many left behind, and there is no possibility of even skill training. The manpower is limited, and it is impossible to allocate so many troops to those who are not worthy.
War is cruel. Before the cruel war, only some people who can bear the cruelty can only be selected.
"I think he can." Liang Ping said.
Shen Han looked at him, and several other coaches around him also looked at him, and someone said, "Instructor Liang, you are sure, don't look away. You must know that after so many years, such a weak person... can't live. to the battlefield."
Having said that... Liang Ping said with a smile: "You all know that the spirit has been refined for a long time, and the sharpness and perseverance will not fail. Who can say such a thing?"
He looked at He Yan. The boy's forehead was full of sweat, the summer was scorching hot, his companions running with him gritted their teeth, and most of them were impatient and bored, but he was the only one with a smile and no complaints.
This will is really rare.
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He Yan didn't know that she had become the center of discussion among the coaches. After the last lap, she put the sandbags away. He was punched in the shoulder by Hong Shan.
"Hey, good boy, I really do have you." Hong Shan rubbed his chin and looked at him, "You can keep up with us now, now you're happy, you don't have to be a gang leader?"
He Yan laughed, "That's really good."
Seeing that she was much better now than she had run out a few days ago, Hong Shan was also happy for her. At this time, Mai waved to them from a distance, "Brother Ahe, Brother Shan, hurry up, there is a meat bun today!"
After coming here for so long, I finally got a meal. He Yan heard the words, and suddenly felt his tongue grow. Hong Shan also licked his lips and said, "Finally, we have a good meal, let's go, let's go!"
There is gruel in the iron pot, each person has a bowl, and the big wooden bucket next to it is steaming steamed buns, which can be smelled from afar. The soldiers responsible for distribution stand in front of the barrels, and each person can receive one.
He Yan also received one.
She was holding the porridge bowl, and there was no place anywhere, so she wanted to find a shady place to sit down and eat porridge. From a distance, she saw Mai, a clever ghost, beckoning to her under the tree, and it seemed that she had found a good place to enjoy the coolness.
He Yan decided to leave.
She was only halfway there when suddenly, someone passed by her and touched her shoulder heavily, staggering her and spilling half a bowl of porridge in her hand.
Her meat bun didn't hold steady, and it rolled down at once. He Yan was about to reach out to pick it up, when he reached out a hand and snatched the meat bun.
She stood still, and in front of her stood a tall man with a moustache. There was an old knife scar from the left forehead to his cheek. At first glance, Kong Wu was strong and bandit. He got the meat bun, as if it was a matter of course, without looking at He Yan, he continued to walk forward.
A foot was placed in front of the man.
The man paused and looked at the person in front of him.
The young man withdrew his feet with a polite smile on his face, as if he didn't understand what just happened. She said, "Brother, you seem to have taken the wrong thing."
"The bun in your hand is mine."
Scarface glanced at him strangely, and after a while, he laughed out loud, as if he had heard a funny joke, he opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"I said," the young man said calmly, "that bun in your hand is mine."
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