My liver skills in the military camp

Zhang Yu was also holding on in front, but there was no newspaper in front of him. He raised his head and looked at the people lying together.

"I'll check a number, and everyone will do a push-up."

"Remember, in two hours, the newspaper will be soaked."

"One, two"

Zhang Yu immediately started counting, and the squad leader took the lead in person. Those who dared to perfunctory followed the instructions honestly and did each one.

Push-ups have nothing to do with body weight. They all depend on the underdeveloped strength of the upper body. One movement does not take up much space, and the entire upper body muscles can be trained. It is really a magic skill in strength training, and sometimes it is also an assessment subject.

Locally, even if a high school student does dozens of push-ups in the park, he will be praised by the old man for his great qualities.

In the army, dozens? That's a set!

Zhang Yu is quite gentle. He does thirty exercises in one group and rests for two minutes before continuing to the next group.

It's just that this rest is not about standing up and moving your body, but still holding on to the ground.

After three groups went down, people like Yang Ye, who had no physical training experience before joining the army, were already sweating profusely, and their bodies were hunched up high, relying on this method to share the pressure on their arms.

Ye Fei pursed his lips, with a fairly calm expression on his face. There were large beads of sweat on his forehead, and they hit the newspaper drop by drop, and soon a large water stain spread out.

When the time came, Zhang Yu immediately asked everyone to stop resting, and this time he changed his tactics.

"We won't do more for this group, just two."

Everyone in the second class suddenly showed joy on their faces.

Is there such a good thing?

After listening to Zhang Yu's words, Ye Fei immediately realized what Zhang Yu wanted to do, and shook his head at his comrades who were still in joy.

I am so happy that I have no place to cry for a while.

"One, two."

How tiring can two push-ups be? After quickly following Zhang Yu's instructions, Yang Ye leaned over and raised his head to take a rest. He saw Ye Fei not far away still lowering his head and seemed to be ready to do it.

Yang Ye sighed in his heart, "It's hard work but no reward. There's a reason why the class deputy is so good..."

Before he could finish his emotion, Zhang Yu's voice sounded again.

"One, two."

Yang Ye's eyes widened, he was stunned, and looked at the squad leader.

Zhang Yu was happy.

"Look at what I'm doing, just do it."

Only then did Yang Ye realize the squad leader's routine. Zhang Yu kept shouting one, two, one and two, looking very happy, while the recruits here kept doing push-ups following the command, gnashing their teeth.

Miscalculation! The monitor is so cunning!

This group directly did fifty push-ups, which was a big loss.

In this kind of training method, the psychological pressure is far greater than the physical fatigue. At the beginning, you do each one and count them one by one. Everyone knows how many more will be finished and there is hope.

Counting like this one, two, one, two is endless, no one knows how long it will be until it ends, and there is no end in sight, which is really despairing.

Next, Zhang Yu led them in a wave of one and two, that is, when he shouted one, he lowered his body and when he shouted two, he raised his body. The interval between them all depended on Zhang Yu's mood.

This thing can almost be said to be the most cruel and inhumane way to train push-ups in the army. This group is more effective than all the previous groups put together. Everyone's sweat kept dripping down and it didn't stop. The newspapers on the ground looked like they were falling. Going to get wet.

Looking at the newspaper that was about to get wet, Ye Fei suddenly felt hopeful.

"That's almost it. Let's move our bodies after another set."

As soon as these words came out, all the recruits suddenly became excited, and Yang Ye asked happily.

"Monitor, how much does this group do?"

Zhang Yu raised his hand and slowly extended a finger.

"one?"

Zhang Yu shook his head and uttered three words of despair.

"Always do it."

Everyone's mood instantly went from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, their eyes were empty, and they seemed to be numb.

Walking through the roughest road is the routine of the monitor...

Zhang Yu was not joking when he said he kept doing it. He led everyone to practice vigorously for twenty minutes without taking a break. After seeing that the time was almost up, he ordered them to move their bodies.

The recruits worked in pairs and helped each other massage their tight arms. They grimaced in pain, but they couldn't ignore it, otherwise the pain would only last longer.

Everyone in the second class performed well, and no one complained or complained about being tired.

Zhang Yu opened the door and left a message saying "be active" and didn't know what to do.

Seeing that Zhang Yu was not there, Ye Fei quickly gathered everyone in the second class together.

"Brothers, come here. I have something to discuss with you."

Ye Fei's words still worked, and the recruits gathered around and talked quietly.

"Deputy deputy, what's going on?"

Ye Fei cleared his throat and got straight to the point.

"Didn't the monitor say at noon? There will be an internal inspection next week."

"I'm thinking we need to discuss how to deal with it."

"I don't want to get a red flag, I just want not to be punished. No one wants to take a lunch break without sleeping. Why don't you fix the noon quilt?"

Ye Fei's mission is to complete the task by obtaining the moving red flag, but he is afraid that if the tone is too high, the recruits in the second class will be afraid, so he can only do the second best and find a way to persuade them to cooperate with him.

After listening to Ye Fei's words, the recruits nodded in agreement.

"Deputy deputy, do you have an idea? Just say it."

Yang Ye directly spoke out to help, looking like he was following Ye Fei's lead.

After looking at Yang Ye, Ye Fei whispered about the plan he had planned for the afternoon.

After hearing this, all the recruits looked at each other and frowned.

A new recruit hesitated and spoke.

"Deputy deputy, I don't mean anything else. If it doesn't work in the end and we are punished, isn't our work in vain?"

Before Ye Fei could open his mouth, Yang Ye answered first.

"I think what the class deputy said is fine!"

"Look at Class 4 and Class 8. Since entering the camp, they haven't had a break at noon. They have been repairing quilts."

"We are all a group of brothers. I have nothing bad to say. There are only a few quilts in our class that must be thrown out during the inspection."

"Our squad leader treats us well. We must be grateful and not embarrass the squad leader."

After speaking, Yang Ye looked at Ye Fei, who understood directly and took over the conversation.

"Didn't the monitor say that there will be rewards for good performance? Even if we are not the monitor, we will fight for ourselves!"

As soon as these words came out, all the recruits expressed their support for Ye Fei's plan.

Ye Fei took the lead and stretched out his right hand. Yang Ye followed suit and also stretched out his right hand to put on the back of Ye Fei's hand. Soon all the recruits in the second class put their hands together and pressed down hard.

"Fight!"

The crowd roared so loudly that it could be heard by several classes next door, but no one said anything. Although the physical training was a bit tiring, the atmosphere was more lively. As long as you didn't tear down the house and trained hard, it would be fine.

Zhang Yu put the cigarette in his pocket, opened the door and walked in. He looked for a place to smoke.

"So motivated? What are you discussing behind my back?"