In the North Chinese Army camp in Fangmaogang, the soldiers were sweating profusely on the spacious campus.
Zhao Guang was fully clothed and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
His arms were numb, his palms were aching, and he was dripping with sweat.
The morning queue and practicing lunging had basically exhausted his physical strength, but he still Keep trying.
Because the commander on his left, Fang Yuanshan, was still practicing meticulously, and the soldier on his right, Hu Cheng, who was slightly thinner than him, was also insisting.
Hu Cheng's strength and endurance were much worse than him.
Zhao Guang had already discovered that Hu Cheng His arms were shaking, but he persisted.
As a brother of Shi, he has always been proud of his strength.
How could he be defeated in front of the thin Hu Cheng?
He must not do it, otherwise he would be really shameless in the future.
"Stop, that's it for this morning's training."
Bai Zong Wang Zheng shouted.
All the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and put down their spears.
"It's not easy to practice firecrackers in the afternoon.
Take a good rest at noon and stop playing football.
If you let me see you, you will be punished by running ten laps."
Wang Zheng shouted.
Nowadays, football is becoming more and more popular in military camps, and has even flowed into society, bringing great joy to people's boring lives.
Watching men sweat and fight on the sidelines is also a joy in life.
However, some soldiers were too obsessed and even took a break during the lunch break.
The C training in the afternoon was a bit inadequate.
Therefore, Wang Zheng could only remind these boys who have unlimited energy and playfulness.
Everyone agreed loudly, Zhao Guang shrank his neck, he played wildly yesterday, and was a little weak during the afternoon C practice.
He was severely punished by President Bai, and today he even reminded him in public.
He looked at President Bai with a guilty conscience.
I muttered to you, old man, don't reprimand me in front of everyone, please save some face.
Maybe Zhao Guang's muttering had an effect.
Wang Zheng didn't say his name to wake everyone up, which made Zhao Guang relieved.
Everyone returned to the barracks.
Clean up first.
Not only do you have to wash yourself, but you also have to wipe off the dust and sweat on the armor.
Fortunately, the armor is plate armor.
There are no cumbersome iron leaves on the fish scale beetle, so it is still easier to wipe, but the iron waist skirt is a bit more cumbersome.
Hu Cheng carefully wiped the dust on the iron waist skirt, his movements were gentle and very careful.
"Beard.
Don't be so careful.
You have to change into a c-trainer after eating and resting for a while."
Zhao Guang had already wiped it quickly.
Of course, it was only a rough brush, and it was incomparable with Hu Cheng.
"Didn't Boss Bai say that if you don't wipe it clean, it may rust, and the protection is not enough."
Hu Cheng replied with a smile, but his hands kept moving.
Tsk, Zhao Guang clicked his lips, helpless, Hu Cheng was so obedient.
However, he really couldn't say anything, after all, this was indeed what President Bai had told him.
Lunch was eaten in the canteen, where all the soldiers, including Ma Quanfu of Beihua Town, ate.
When they were led by Shi Changfang Yuanshan to the dining hall, many soldiers had already packed their meals and started eating.
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"Today is good, sweet potato stew, cabbage and vermicelli soup, that's enough."
After practicing all morning, Zhao Guang, who was already hungry, said happily when he saw the food in the hands of the soldiers walking by.
"Keep your voice down.
No one will treat you as a mute."
Fang Yuanshan scolded.
He also had a headache for this thorny head who often held him back.
Zhao Guang shrank his head, but the eyes he looked at Hu Cheng were more playful.
Hu Cheng pretended to have seen nothing.
After dinner, ten people gathered around.
They all ate hungrily.
"Look at how delicious Zhao Guang is when he eats."
Tong Ying, the oldest person in Shili, said with a smile.
Zhao Guang behaved evilly while eating, and the soup splashed, while Hu Cheng ate slowly and in a very orderly manner.
"Yeah, yeah.
Yes, it's really delicious."
Zhao Guang whimpered, his mouth full of food.
"Zhao Guang, I can't eat here, why don't you help me eat some."
Wang Hong, who always loves to joke, joked.
"Wang Hong, don't lie to me, give me some advice."
Zhao Guangxin thought it was true.
"Well, wait until I finish eating."
Wang Hong said with a smile.
"You bastard, you're kidding me."
Zhao Guang's eyes widened angrily.
With a snap, Fang Yuanshan hit Zhao Guang, "I usually think you are quite smart, but when I lie to you during dinner, you fall for it."
Zhao Guang rolled his eyes and lowered his head and continued to fight with the food.
Laughter of gloating arose from all around.
In their words, Zhao Guang is just a loser.
He never suffers or is fooled, but gets confused when he is tempted by food.
At the end of noon, Wang Zheng led a hundred of his subordinates to the shooting range, which is where fire gunners practice.
The entire shooting range is a very long and flat shape, which can accommodate thousands of people for testing.
As a musketeer, it is necessary to master the musket skillfully so that when the musketeer suddenly suffers a large number of casualties, someone can take over.
This is extremely useful in fierce battles.
The muskets being trained are all second-hand items picked out from the army, and their fate is to be trained here until they become useless.
Under Wang Zheng's order, Governor Luo Dong and the various commanders distributed firecrackers, medicine packs, twigs, etc. to the soldiers, and then the commanders inspected each soldier's equipment.
One after another, the commanders reported to Wang Zheng that their troops and armor were complete.
"Tiger."
Wang Zheng gave an order, and hundreds of soldiers lined up in a neat square formation, showing great momentum.
Wang Zheng nodded with satisfaction.
"Shoulder up."
Wang Zheng shouted.
With a crash, hundreds of soldiers put muskets on their shoulders.
"Lower shoulders."
With a bang, all the fire guns stood on the right side of the body with their shoulders down.
The movements are uniform, and the entire military formation gives people a neat and beautiful feeling.
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"Planned to charge."
Wang Zheng ordered.
The soldiers began to simulate charging, pretending to tear open the medicine bag with their mouths, pour the medicine into the fire door, pour the explosive into the mouth of the fire gun, put in the projectiles, and use a branch to connect it.
In this series of actions, only Tongzhi is real, and the rest are all fake actions.
However, the soldiers are all meticulous in their actions, even Zhao Guang, who has the thorn head.
He didn't dare not to behave obediently.
Last time, because of his slackness, he was fined 300 times by Boss Bai.
Quanshi ran with him for ten laps.
Everyone was as tired as a dog.
After returning home, one of Shi's brothers treated him badly.
With fists and kicks, he was dealt with very well.
He was very well-behaved today.
After playing the virtual game ten times in succession, Wang Zheng looked at his subordinates with great satisfaction, showing that they were well practiced.
"Live ammunition."
Wang Zheng ordered.
This time it was real.
All the soldiers hurriedly began to take out the medicine package from the medicine pot.
First they took a small bite, put some gunpowder into the fire door, and then put most of the remaining powder into the gun tube. , and put the projectile into the gun tube, and use a stick to compact the projectile.
When everyone completed the shoulder-to-shoulder aiming, Wang Zheng looked at a figure lying on the ground picking up a projectile with eyebrows.
This figure did not hold the projectile firmly and dropped it on the ground.
It's nothing for a soldier to miss occasionally.
What made Wang Zheng frown was that he had a deep memory of this idiot.
Even Zhao Guang, a soldier under the command of the Third Shifang Yuanshan, it is said that he could remember the names and faces of more than a hundred soldiers under Wang Zheng's command.
However, this boy left a deep impression on him.
In the last live-fire training session, this idiot left Tongzhi in the gun tube and sent it out, causing a big joke.
Wang Zheng was so angry that he not only punished him but also punished his team.
This time it's this jerk again, tsk, Wang Zheng is already speechless, and he doesn't know which bastard assigned this jerk to his team.
Wang Zheng raised eyebrows, Fang Yuanshan and other people were already looking at Zhao Guang with wide eyes.
Well, last time he was so tired that he almost vomited blood.
It was this guy who caused the trouble.
Could it be that he really wanted everyone to vomit blood this time?
Zhao Guang also knew that he had offended the public, so he placed the projectiles without looking away, pressed them with sticks, and took back the sticks.
Then he smiled ingratiatingly at the brothers, showing off his true self as a douchebag.
"Ten laps of corporal punishment, and five laps of Quan Shi's accompaniment.
Suppress first and then supervise the execution after training."
Wang Zheng said.
Zhao Guang is not afraid of boiling water.
His face did not change at all after hearing this.
The other soldiers immediately grimaced.
This time, President Wang Bai had let them go and did not let them run ten laps with him. .
It's just that this person can't afford to lose face.
He is punished every time, leaving other brothers to gloat and watch the fun, just like watching a play.
This is also a joy in the boring life of the military camp.
What are they all about?
Feeling several pairs of sharp eyes looking at him with murderous intent, Zhao Guang trembled, his whole body tightened and his anus trembled, feeling that his life would not be easy tonight.
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"In attack formation, the first row opens fire."
Wang Zheng said.
Pull the trigger first.
Smoke rose amidst the roar of the gun.
There was a person here who failed to fire and misfired.
It was a normal firing rate.
The firing rate of a flintlock gun was nearly 90%.
The second one follows up and fires, and the third one moves forward from the gap to fire.
Repeating this is exactly the attack formation of the attack.
Row after row moves forward until the tenth one becomes the first row.
Nothing happened during the entire firing process, and it was completed smoothly.
"Continue to attack."
Wang Zheng showed no expression.
The first formation movement was successfully completed.
It was nothing.
Only when several transitions were successfully completed can it be considered as passing the test.
After repeating this process several times, even the retreating defensive attack formation was completed, and then the live-fire drill was completed relatively smoothly.
It can be said that except for a certain moment, Wang Zheng was extremely satisfied.
At the end of c practice, the hundred teams returned to their station.
Luo Donghu looked at the third lap with a sullen face.
Everyone in Quanshi was cursing while running.
Zhao Guang was extremely embarrassed.
After ten laps, he threw himself on the ground.
The ground was panting like a dog.
He limped up and walked back to the barracks, knowing that he would not feel better once he returned to Shili, but he had no choice but to go back.
He still had to pick up the soldiers and armor, so who would dare not to go back.
As soon as Zhao Guang returned to the room, he saw everyone who was wiping his armor looking at him fiercely.
Tong Ying got up and rolled up her arms and sleeves and walked over first.
"Brothers, don't slap me in the face, don't slap me in the face."
Zhao Guang said pitifully, protecting his face.
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