Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 227: First Place, First Place, Damn First Place

"You two can do it!"

"He ran into a patrol, but instead of getting out of the car, he just floored the gas and ran away?"

"Especially you, Zhao Pengfei. You're so awesome for being a platoon leader, aren't you? You even dared to ask people if they knew which unit you were from and who the company commander was?"

"You're worried that people don't know about our Steel Knife Company, or how to spell my name, Ge Zhiyong, right?"

In the Steel Knife Company office, Ge Zhiyong kicked Zhao Pengfei and Wu Jin in the buttocks.

If the patrol squadron hadn't called him just now, he wouldn't have known about this.

You said you wanted to run away, so just run away. But your license plate was photographed by someone?

Fortunately, Lao Fan was a patrolman before and had acquaintances in the squadron.

Otherwise, this time, the least would be a public criticism.

Ge Zhiyong, the company commander, might even have to go to the division commander to make a self-criticism!

Wu Jin glanced down at the sofa beside him and said a little aggrievedly, "Company Commander, why are you only scolding the two of us? It was clearly the three of us who ran away together..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

On the side, Qin Feng, who was drinking tea on the sofa, choked on the tea.

He glared at Wu Jin, then said to Ge Zhiyong with a smile.

"Company Commander, I severely reprimanded them on the way back just now. They realized their mistakes and decided to mend their ways."

"How about each of them write a 1,000-word self-criticism? Just for the sake of it. I don't think they did it on purpose."

nonsense!

Of course we didn't mean it!

If you hadn't nodded in agreement at that time, would Zhao Pengfei have dared to run away with his foot on the gas?

Wu Jin's face fell. "Ah? I still have to write a self-criticism. I haven't finished my lesson plan yet."

Ge Zhiyong's voice suddenly rose: "What? What? If the deputy company commander hadn't pleaded for you, I would have sent you straight to the solitary confinement room!"

"Get out of here now, and write the check and hand it to my desk tomorrow morning!"

"Especially you, Zhao Pengfei, don't think that just because you're a platoon leader you can get cocky!"

As he said that, he kicked Wu Jin in the butt.

Wu Jin felt so aggrieved that he almost sat down on the ground and burst into tears.

They are officers, so you should be responsible. Why are they bullying a small-time soldier like me?

The two men left the office and the door closed again.

Ge Zhiyong poured the ashes from the ashtray into the trash can at his feet.

Then he took out a Yunnan Yuxi cigarette and threw it to Qin Feng, and then took one in his own mouth.

Then, as if he had fleas, he began to search for his lighter.

"Hiss, weird, where's my lighter..."

Qin Feng paused and subconsciously threw his lighter over.

Ge Zhiyong lit a cigarette, opened the drawer, and took out the lighter.

The set of movements was smooth and seamless, and it looked like he was a habitual offender.

Qin Feng stared and was about to ask for the lighter back, but Ge Zhiyong suddenly spoke first, holding a cigarette.

"Qin Feng, how did you guys go when you went to the regiment headquarters this morning? Did anything go wrong?"

"Um...it's going pretty well. Captain Qiu is quite an actor, and his acting is quite convincing. Everyone's competitive spirit has been aroused, and we should see some progress in these six days."

Ge Zhiyong dusted off his cigarette ash and nodded: "That's good. We're all family, sometimes we have to lend a hand."

Qin Feng heard another meaning in his words: "Captain, you don't want to..."

Ge Zhiyong looked at him and said, "Although we have become independent, we are still a family after all. In previous competitions, the Steel Blade Company always had the most people and was the main force of the regiment."

"Now that we're gone, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to get a ranking in the final group project assessment relying solely on their strength."

There are many events in the competition, and the things to be competed are very diverse.

From basic physical fitness, professional military skills, to tactical movements, etc., it can be said to be varied.

The vast majority of them are assessments of a person's comprehensive strength.

In addition, there are some group project assessments.

For example, tug-of-war, comprehensive confrontation, relay race, etc.

The specific content of the assessment is currently unknown.

But what we know is that group assessment items usually account for a larger proportion of the entire competition score than individual items.

After all, unity is always the main theme of the army.

No matter how strong one person is, he cannot be as strong as an entire team.

"In this competition, our company has been allocated a total of seventeen spots."

Ge Zhiyong looked at Qin Feng and said solemnly, "I won't be participating this time. I'll just be a cheerleader to support you. I'll let you lead the team this time so you can show off your skills."

Qin Feng had anticipated this: "Okay, then help me register."

Ge Zhiyong, a cigarette between his lips, flipped open a notebook and asked, "Besides the group events we all have to participate in, which other ones are you planning to sign up for?"

"Rapid-fire sports, combat, grenade throwing, three-kilometer run, or four-hundred-meter hurdles?"

Qin Feng thought for a moment and asked curiously, "Can I only choose one?"

Ge Zhiyong shook his head: "That's not the case. Last year, someone chose two events in the competition. However, I recommend a maximum of two, otherwise it will be too physically demanding. After all, there are still many group project assessments."

Qin Feng thought for a moment and said, "How about this, as long as the schedules don't conflict, sign me up for whatever I can. My biggest habit is that I'm not picky about food."

Ge Zhiyong looked up in shock, took the cigarette off his hand, and flicked the ash again: "Are you kidding me, or are you serious?"

"Do you have the stamina to do this? Don't let yourself get exhausted after finishing two or three projects."

Qin Feng smiled and said, "Captain, don't you know me? When have I ever shown off my prowess? Besides, things like grenade throwing, pull-ups, and push-ups, which aren't painful at all, are just like a piece of cake when it comes to assessments, right?"

"Maybe after a day of training, the amount of training we do is not as much as when we followed Lei Bao and went through the Devil Week."

"Well...that's true, but isn't it a bit too much?" Ge Zhiyong was still a little hesitant.

Although he knew that Qin Feng was in good physical condition, like a calf.

But the purpose of the competition is to achieve good results.

Having more flowers is not a wise choice.

And this time's results are related to future development, so he has to be cautious.

But Qin Feng also gave his reasons: "Captain, I'm not showing off. I need a stage to show my strength and be worthy of my current position."

"As for my superiors' exceptional promotion to lieutenant, apart from those within our group who are convinced, many others are skeptical."

"As a member of the Steel Blade Company, I don't want to cause any rumors about our company because of my personal reasons, so I must show some real strength."

"Only by participating in as many events as possible and achieving more results can those rumors naturally disappear."

Ge Zhiyong suddenly understood. Since this was the purpose, he didn't say anything more.

After all, when he and the instructor went to the division for a meeting, he did hear some rumors.

Although you can ignore him, too much gossip is not a good thing after all.

Therefore, considering the long-term impact, it is best to resolve it as soon as possible.

"What you said does make sense. The more honors you have, the greater the controversy."

"If I want to secure the position of deputy company commander and break some stereotypes, I really need to show some ability and silence the gossips."

"How about this, I'll check which assessments have conflicting times and help you filter them out. I'll try to arrange more for you that you're good at."

"it is good!"

......

Six days passed in a flash.

During these days, the Steel Knife Company has also been intensifying its training day and night.

All outings, rest, and even the news broadcasts were temporarily cancelled.

It's all training, and everyone is working hard towards one goal.

......

At five o'clock in the morning, a burst of urgent whistles suddenly came from downstairs.

The soldiers participating in the competition quickly picked up their bags and rushed downstairs to assemble in formation.

Zhao Pengfei, Wu Jin, Tang Lei and others were divided into two teams and stood in line.

Qin Feng's eyes swept across their faces: "Enough of the nonsense, the competition will begin soon, and I only have one request for you!"

"First place, first place, or damn... first place!"

"Yes!"

The roar of the crowd resounded over the camp, shaking the sky.

Qin Feng said without further ado, pointing to the troop carrier beside him: "Everyone get on board, take a good rest after getting on board, and move quickly..."

"Wait for me, there's still me, don't forget me!"

Everyone turned around and saw Chen Sanxi running towards the cafeteria in a hurry, carrying a large black pot on his back and a bag in his hand...

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