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The team's Fang Yun is like a fish, perfect like a veteran who has been practicing for decades. So when the team is behind, the team is even letting Fang Yun stand in front of him and let everyone learn from him.
Zhang Jingan felt that he was particularly glaring.
After the military formation drills, the captain announced that Fang Yun will become the team leader. After the array of 100 full-team teams will be played tomorrow, if Fang Yun can lead the team into the top ten, it will promote Fang Yun.
As soon as this was said, many veterans were envious, but they also knew that Fang Yun was an academician. He dared not say anything more. Only a few people were still secretly angry and constantly attacking Fang Yun in private.
As soon as lunch time arrived, everyone walked quickly to the house, fearing that the delicious food was eaten.
Zhang Jingan hurriedly stood up, his body was sore, and he walked slowly and hard. Every step, pain in the whole body, especially the crotch, as if there had been a knife cutting.
Zhang Jingan looked at Fang Yun with help, but saw only a tall back.
The back did not turn around.
Zhang Jingan bit his teeth, clenched his fist and lowered his head slightly.
"Sure enough, you will still abandon me as you did in the past!" This kind of embarrassment, don’t recognize it! Even without you, I can live better! I will definitely exceed you! I must let Grandpa restore the name! I must lead the Pearl River Army to stand in the city of the two mountains! I am Zhang Jingan, I must be the same hero as my grandfather! All who say that Grandpa is against the seeds will swear at the tomb of Grandpa! ”
At noon in the hot sun, Zhang Jingan was moving forward and his eyes were filled with firmness.
At the time of lunch, Zhang Jingan’s hand was shaking.
Zhang Jingan seriously finished all the lunches. Although his lunch was only half of the ordinary soldiers, it was enough for an 11-year-old child, but not enough for a child who was tired for a morning.
Zhang Jingan feels that she is not full.
After the lunch break, the other camps of Jingxiwei may change their defenses or rest, but the soldiers of the first, second and third battalions will continue to train.
Everyone, like the morning, runs for half an hour, half a hour to fight the body, half an hour to practice weapons, and half an hour to practice the military array.
Under such high-intensity practice, all the elites are very strong, and they can kill Monster Citizen in one-on-one situations. Even in the face of the powerful Monster Soldier, as long as there is a blessing of the prowess, there is a chance to be one-on-one. The case wins.
Everyone in the three battalions completed the training, except for Zhang Jingan.
Zhang Jingan ran out of physical strength after running for half an hour. When the second part snored, he temporarily gave up the plum pile and practiced the stone lock, but could not make the basic stone lock movement. .
When practicing a long gun, he was weak in the whole process, just like the bones were taken away.
When he arrived at the military formation, he finally could not support it and passed out.
The military doctor came and took away Zhang Jingan.
At night, Zhang Jingan slowly opened his eyes as if a voice came from the sky. After a while, I realized that the voice was very close, realizing that I was lying in the barracks and the soldiers in the same room were talking.
"Look at this son of the opposite kind, just like waste! Zhujiang Army Zhang Jia, how powerful the year, the dying hereditary Hou, now? Let a child who has not had a long hair come to the army. If you have a qualification for two days, you can improve quickly! ”
"The anti-Academician is really light and thinks that it is possible to elute suspects when he is honed in the army. What is the dragon icon, it is a snake and rat! ”
"Golden guards will not want to see them at all. They are cheeky and stay in the camp, ridiculous!"
"When Grandpa is against the seeds, this is not as good as Sun Tzu. I knew that nothing was true, and I was forced to train with us, and then stunned to avoid the labor at night. It is a pity that the military has military regulations. His anti-species has become a scapegoat. He has to clean up the military camp with the low-handy handymen. ”
"Zhang Jiayi three generations, really a generation is not as good as a generation. When I admired Zhang Wankong, I think about the truth, how can I admire the kind of old miscellaneous…"
Zhang Jingan slammed up, his eyes were red, and he yelled: "Do not filthy my grandfather! My grandfather is not a counter-propagation, my grandfather is the hero of the battle in the two mountains! ”
The camp was quiet immediately and the atmosphere became extremely embarrassing.
A soldier sneered: "Can't you go on?" Is it hurt? ”
Zhang Jingan looked at the soldier angrily and then felt pain in his body, and he might be in a coma at any time.
He took a deep breath, struggling to get out of bed and walk slowly and step by step.
A kind-hearted soldier sighed and said: "I see you stay in the barracks to heal."
Zhang Jingan did not speak, pushed open the door and walked out of the barracks.
Zhang Jingan looked up at the starry sky, stepped out step by step, inquired about the handyman, and soon came to a school yard.
The huge school yard is very empty, only two people are cleaning, including Fang Yun.
Fang Yun looked at Zhang Jingan and continued to look down on the venue.
Fang Yun's two minds formed by one heart and two are all reading in the world of strange books. Cleaning this simple life will not distract him.
Zhang Jingan took a deep breath and said loudly: "Give me the broom, I will clean it."
"Go back and rest!"Fang Yun responded politely.
"Even if you do it for me, I won't recognize you!"Zhang Jingan said.
"roll!"Fang Yun screamed and sighed, and the talent and the heavens and the earth were rolling, and Zhang Jingan was knocked back.
Zhang Jingan looked at Fang Yun angrily. After a long time, he slowly turned and left the school.
In the middle of the night, Fang Yun returned to the barracks, and everyone had already slept, grinding, snoring, dreaming, and so on.
Fang Yun glanced at the clinical Zhang Jingan, and the starlight outside the window fell on the child's face, following the tear marks on his face.
Fang Yun released his medical book, and the white light shrouded Zhang Jingan's body, healing all his wounds.
Later, Fang Yun closed his eyes and continued to practice in bed until he was asleep.
Time passes by day by day.
Every day, Fang Yun and his son will follow the three camps to train, but Zhang Jingan is only an eleven-year-old child. He can't stand such high-intensity training. He can't finish training every day, and he will end up fainting, if not With Fang Yun's medical book, his body will accumulate incurable injuries.
Against the failure, against the indifference of Fang Yun, with the ridicule of Jing Xiwei soldiers, Zhang Jingan has been insisting.
At the beginning of September, the three camps and the other four battalions totaled 2,500 people to go out for a drill. The whole process lasted two days and they had to spend a night in the wild.
From the early morning, the whole team has been rushing from the flat road to the grassland, to the river, to the swamp hills, and finally stopped in the jungle mountains.
At the camp school Xu Cang announced the camping, Zhang Jingan, who was sweating, finally couldn't hold it, and his body fell to the ground. Before the coma, Fang Yun heard Zhang Jingan's whisper.
"I am not a soldier, I am not a general, I am…Can't hold it…"
Fang Yun walked over and looked closely. Zhang Jingan was already in a coma, but with two crystal tears on his face.
Fang Yun's mouth bends a slight curvature.
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