My liver skills in the military camp

It would be difficult to think of it again. Ye Fei was not really stupid. He even tried to call the reporting system but didn't give him a chance.

Zhang Yu nodded and said nothing more.

It's enough to say something to a wise person once.

In the corridor, captain Wu Shiqi has been waiting for a long time.

"Have you finished chatting? Let's go and eat."

When he came to the cafeteria, Ye Fei felt very hungry, so he fucked three big bowls of rice, leaving Zhang Yu and Wu Shiqi stunned.

In the afternoon, Ye Fei wanted to run three kilometers in the courtyard, but Zhang Yu didn't care. He asked Wu Shiqi for instructions, and Wu Shiqi gave a simple answer.

no!

Like training? Wait until I take you back! There are plenty of opportunities for you to practice!

Seeing that his arms couldn't twist his thighs, Ye Fei had no choice but to give up.

Early the next morning, the military vehicle sent by the team arrived at the hospital and took everyone back to the camp.

In the study room, the recruits took advantage of getting up early to fold their quilts and chatted quietly.

"I looked at the beds in the second class. It seems they are still empty. It seems like Brother Bufu hasn't come back yet? Can something really happen?"

Two days have passed, and even the recruits in the first platoon have figured out that Ye Fei is not the dissatisfied brother who shouted his dissatisfaction, but most people still call Ye Fei that.

Basically, a few outstanding people emerge every year, and through various deeds, their names are spread among various companies. They are the legends of this recruit company.

With the help of the system's trap, Ye Fei achieved similar results and was already considered a celebrity in the entire brigade.

But Quan Shiqian didn't think so.

It’s me who filed the report, and I’m the one who complained. Why is no one talking to me?

Didn't you just pass out while standing in a military posture? How come you seem to have achieved something great when your physical fitness is not good?

Boys of eighteen or nineteen are the age when they love to be in the limelight, and they value dignity and honor more than their lives.

In Quan Shiqian's view, Ye Fei is a thief who stole the honor and glory that should belong to him.

I should be the one being discussed!

The more Quan Shiqian thought about it, the angrier he became, but he couldn't let it show on his face at all, so he could only pretend to be casual.

"Training is so tiring, but you still have time to pay attention to others."

"Let me tell you, couldn't you have just fainted while standing? It's no big deal. Your physical fitness is just that. Otherwise, could you have fainted?"

"Perhaps the leader feels that he is not suitable for the army, and he might be dismissed from the army. Hasn't the captain not shown up in the past few days?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers in the row were about to retort when they were interrupted by a sudden change.

A black-faced recruit suddenly rose up, rushed in front of Quan Shiqian, kicked him to the ground, and cursed.

"Fuck your mother!"

"No matter how poor Ye Fei's physical condition is, he will persist until the end. He would rather faint than report."

"What about you? Did you persist until the end? What you picked caused the entire platoon to suffer, and now you are making sarcastic remarks here?"

"You're a fool, how dare you criticize Ye Fei? Even if your troops are withdrawn, he won't be withdrawn!"

"I bother!"

The black-faced recruit who spoke uprightly was none other than Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong blushed and glared at Quan Shiqian, breathing heavily and trembling all over.

Boys with a strict father know that kicking and kicking are both ways of hitting someone with their feet, but the effect is completely opposite.

Kick him up, it looks like nothing is happening, but in fact it hurts a lot, and kick him with all his strength, it can even knock people away. It looks like a bluff, but in fact it doesn't hurt at all.

Zhang Yong's kick to Quan Shiqian had a similar effect. Quan Shiqian felt no pain and thought he had been pushed. Only when he saw the footprints on the fitness suit did he understand what was going on.

After a vague curse, Quan Shiqian stood up and tried to fight Zhang Yong.

The door to the study room was pushed open, and instructor Li Li walked in with two big black circles under his eyes.

Li Li is very sleepy now, very sleepy.

The 20,000-word report was written all night. During the lunch break, Nie Haifeng called him to the office to analyze the cause of the accident and spent the entire lunch break.

He thought it was over, but Nie Haifeng's words before leaving made Li Li want to die.

"There will be a cadre meeting after roll call in the evening. You will make a report on behalf of the third squadron, so that the entire brigade can learn from experience and lessons to ensure that similar accidents will not happen again during the entire new training period."

Finally, Nie Haifeng added something meaningful.

"Think carefully about what to do with this report tonight."

As soon as he said this, Li Li didn't dare to have any thoughts of messing things up. He didn't feel sleepy at all. He thought about it all afternoon. During the meeting, he described himself as a rebellious person who was careless and neglected his duties. He asked comrades Learn the lesson, don’t take any chances, and remember that there are no small things on the training field.

When soldiers at the grassroots level make mistakes, the leaders will never cause trouble for the soldiers. They will always try to punish the cadres and officers to death.

How did you lead the troops? What did you do, chief? It's your responsibility! If I don’t look for you, who should I look for?

Originally, Wu Shiqi should have been the one to take the blame, but Wu Shiqi was not here!

As the same chief officer, Li Li couldn't talk to him at the same time. What the hell, he could only increase his efforts to deal with himself.

After the meeting, he was left alone to review his language with Nie Haifeng. By the time Li Li returned to the dormitory and went to bed, it was already after twelve o'clock.

He hadn't slept a wink for two days. As soon as he put on the pillow, Li Li fell asleep, but he felt that almost the next second, the sound from the study room woke him up.

As a political cadre, Li Li has always been well-educated.

But no matter who was tortured for two days, his attitude was not that good, and Li Li's tone became stern unconsciously.

"What's the quarrel about? You think you've taken care of your housework, right? Are you still in the mood to talk?"

"Do you need to do a housekeeping check later?"

Under normal circumstances, the internal affairs inspections of Yilian's unit are not carried out every day. After all, they are organized by the chief officer, and he himself feels tired. They are usually randomly selected from Monday to Friday and inspected once or twice.

The recruit company may be a little stricter, but if you are exhausted, you will only be inspected three times a week.

Unless it is a period of disciplinary and style rectification, the main focus is on internal affairs. It is not unusual for inspections to be carried out six days a week except Sunday.

A new recruit who was smarter spoke quickly.

"Instructor, we weren't chatting. Quan Shi accidentally knocked on the table when he was folding the quilt."

When Li Li heard this, the expression on his face softened a little.

"Is that so? Quan Shiqian."

Even if Quan Shiqian had no common sense, he would not dare to say that he was kicked by Zhang Yong. Not to mention the shame, there are always fights in the army, but it doesn't matter who strikes first and who strikes last, the two of you will handle it together!

But don't worry, the method of handling it will never be a low-level method like corporal punishment, but it will definitely be more impressive than corporal punishment.

The most famous thing is holding hands. As the name suggests, the two parties hold hands, regardless of eating, sleeping, or even going to the toilet! These two hands cannot be separated, and if they are separated, it will take longer!

Quan Shigan got goosebumps at the thought of holding hands with Zhang Yong, so he could only talk along the steps.

"Yes instructor, I accidentally knocked on the table."

Seeing this, Li Li also felt uncomfortable.

"You are so young and so reckless, can you be a little more military-like?"

"Hurry up and fold the quilt, it's almost time to fuck."

After saying that, Li Li turned back to the office and fell on the bed.

There are still forty minutes left before exercise, and I can still sleep for a while.