Rebirth of a Star General

The next day, still standing still, he started to run with heavy load.

The recruits were miserable because they had to look up something else yesterday. All the recruits are dressed in red, and they should not be dishevelled when they get up in the morning. Including the bed that sleeps disorderly at night, before departure the next morning, we have to make it neatly. If there is a mess, add one more circle.

Who can stand it if you add it around. In the cry of father and mother, the appearance and military discipline of the recruits were quickly rectified. It's only half a month later. Although a new recruit can't set up an array of swords and arrows, the appearance of the honor guard alone has become quite decent.

He Yan looks at also in the heart exclamation, don't say Xiao Jue although the heart is black some, the method is quite powerful. Compared with Commander Xiao, he Yan only felt that his former training method was too kind.

It seems that she has to learn more from Xiao Jue.

The recruits run round and round, and the instructors talk together in the gap.

Head coach Shen Han looked at Liang Ping and asked, "why don't you see the one in your team Ah, the weakest one? "

These days, people all know that the recruit who came to Liangzhou Weili this time has one of the weakest boys, and he is one of the recruits under coach Liang. He is thin and small, and his physical strength is very poor. When he follows the morning running every morning, he should fall behind the others. One day, two days, more than three days, almost everyone knows there is such a person.

It can be said that the weak are famous.

"You say he Yan?" Liang Ping nuzui toward the mountain road in the distance and said: "in front of you, here, the one who follows the middle man is running."

Shen Han looked at it, but he saw that the boy was running forward with his sandbag on his back. Although all of us had the same red dress, because the boy was very thin and short, he could still see it at a glance.

Shen Han was surprised, "didn't you get left behind?"

"No way." Liang Ping's face showed a little complex emotion, "this boy has a hard heart."

Speaking of it, Liang Ping was not optimistic about Heyan at first. To tell you the truth, he has been a coach for so many years, and he has seen many new recruits. Whether he can be a fierce soldier or not can be judged by just looking at it. He Yan's physical qualifications are too poor. Maybe I grew up with respect, and I didn't have much strength at first sight. On the first morning, he ran in a hurry. At that time, Liang Ping decided in his heart that he could only be a gang soldier.

I didn't expect that the boy was poor in health but strong in temperament. Even if I'm dragging my tail every day, I still run with the team. Liang Ping also noticed that from the first day to the present, he had never tried to steal laziness, so he really ran.

If a wealthy young man from a down-to-earth family is going to be a small soldier, it will be great to have this will and stick to it. What's more, he Yan is not doing idle work.

She seems to have mastered some kind of knack, or gradually began to adapt to this kind of load-bearing long-distance running, from the beginning of falling in many circles, to gradually falling a little less, and now can barely keep up with the team. Liang Ping even had an illusion that if he went on like this and ran for a few days, he might still be able to run in the front.

He was thinking about it and heard the voice of Shen Han around him.

"What's the use of hard will? Qualification is qualification. Even if he can barely keep up with running, his skill training in the future is still too hard for him I don't know if he can have skill training

Before skill training, the last morning run is to evaluate the physical fitness and potential of recruits in each team. There are too many people who have fallen behind. They may not even have skill training. Because of the limited manpower, it is impossible to allocate so many troops to those who are not worth it.

The war is cruel. Before the cruel war, we can only choose some people who can afford the cruelty.

"I think he can." Liang Ping Road.

Shen Han looked at him, and several other coaches around him also looked at him. He said, "coach Liang, you are sure, don't look away. You know, after all these years, such a weak person They can't live on the battlefield. "

Having said that Liang Ping said with a smile: "as you know, the spirit has been tempered, and its edge is sharp and firm. Who can say that? "

He looks at Heyan. The young man's forehead is full of sweat, the summer heat, with his running companions gnashing teeth, most of the color is not bear to be bored, only he, smiling, not see half a complaint.

This aspiration is really rare.

……

He Yan didn't know that he had become the focus of all the coaches. She finished the last lap and put the sandbag away. Hong Shan hit him on the shoulder.

"Hey, good boy, you're the one." Hongshan touched his chin and looked at him, "now you can keep up with us. Are you happy now, don't you have to be a gang soldier?"

"He Yan laughs," that can be really good however. "

Hong Shan was happy for her because she was much better now than she had been running a few days ago. At this time, wheat waved to them from a distance, "brother ahe, brother Shan, hurry up, there are meat buns today!"

I've been here for so long. I've got a meal of meat. When he heard his words, he felt that his mouth was full of fluid. Hongshan also licked his lips and said, "I've had a good meal. Let's go quickly!"There is porridge in the iron pot, each of them has a bowl, and the steaming meat bun is in the big barrel next to it. You can smell the fragrance from afar. The soldier in charge of distribution stands in front of the barrel, and each one can get one.

He Yan also got one.

She was holding a bowl of porridge. There was no place for her everywhere. She wanted to find a cool place to sit down and eat porridge. From a distance, I saw the little clever ghost of wheat waving to her under the tree. It seemed that she had found a good place to cool off.

He Yan plans to go.

She just walked to half, suddenly, someone from her side, heavy touch her shoulder, she touched a staggering, hands of half a bowl of porridge will spill out.

Her meat bun also did not hold steady, all of a sudden roll down, Heyan was about to reach out to pick up, Hengkong stretched out a hand, the meat bun to be robbed.

She stood still, in front of her stood a tall man with a moustache. There was an old scar from her left forehead to her cheek. At first sight, she was powerful and full of banditry. He took the meat bun, as if for granted. He did not look at Heyan and went on.

One foot is in front of the man.

The man pauses and looks at the person in front of him.

The boy took back his feet with a polite smile on his face, as if he didn't understand what had just happened. She said, "brother, you seem to have taken the wrong thing."

"The bun in your hand is mine."

Scar face looked at him strangely. After a moment, he burst out laughing, as if he heard some funny joke. His voice was hoarse and ugly, "do you know what you're talking about?"

"I said," the boy looked calm. "The bun in your hand is mine."