"The border defense line of thousands of miles is vast, and the silver stream is flying in the sky, and it is closely connected... Fight against the wind, sand and cold, our posts are in the Gobi, in the Gobi... Go to Jiayuguan in the west, climb Helan in the north, cross Tengri, and cross the Yellow River bank..."

This was Ge Zhen’s first feeling when he entered the Second Squadron. His powerful singing was flying in the sky of the Second Squadron.

The entire squadron was full of 108 people, and each soldier was tanned and darkened by the ultraviolet rays of the plateau, full of iron-blooded masculinity.

The loud singing voices, the neat queues and the rigorous style made Ge Zhen feel excited in an instant.

Soldiers, this is the soldier, this is where real male animals should stay.

"Private Ge Zhen——"

"arrive!--"

Ge Zhen stood with his head held high and his chest facing his squad leader Zhang Xiaozhe.

“Pushups, one hundred!”

What? One hundred push-ups? What does it mean?!

“Execute now!”

"Why?" Ge Zhen asked.

"No reason, either do it or get out with your bag now!" Zhang Xiaozhe said loudly with a cold face: "I only have men here, don't be timid with weak legs when standing!"

Hearing this, Ge Zhen was furious: I'm a coward with weak legs?! You can give me a fucking warning!

"Wu Hao!" Zhang Xiaozhe shouted the name of a soldier.

"arrive!--"

Two hundred meters away, a soldier carrying a pig's food bucket suddenly threw down the thing, made a roar in monotonyms, and then rushed to the fastest speed.

"Bang!"

The soldier named Wu Hao stood at attention with his hands close to the seam of his pants, and stood straight with his chest and head up, like a green pine tree, with a murderous aura all over his body.

"I'm not trying to show you a warning, and I'm too lazy to show you a warning." Zhang Xiaozhe stared at Ge Zhen with his sharp eyes: "This is the pig-raising soldier of our Second Squadron, find the gap."

Ge Zhen blinked and without saying a word, he lay on the ground and started doing push-ups.

He was convinced and said nothing, because he really couldn't even stand. When a pig farmer came over and stood, he had a momentum like an abyss.

This is the real army!

“One, two, three, four, five, six…”

Ge Zhen started doing push-ups, using the most standard posture, doing a hundred in one breath, then got up and stood there, waiting for the black-faced squad leader to continue the next order.

"The transfer order comes, which means you can enter the second squadron; if you stand firm, it means you can integrate into the second squadron." Zhang Xiaozhe said with a blank expression: "If I am satisfied, you will be my soldier. The bare-soldier's military posture is for six hours!"

"Stand with bare shirtless for six hours?" Ge Zhen's eyes were about to pop out. It was the dog days of August, so I stood with bare shirtless for six hours?

"If you are a man, just hold on; if you are a sissy, just leave." Zhang Xiaozhe still had a cold face.

Ge Zhen was stunned. He had just arrived at the Second Squadron and started practicing before he put down his luggage... The problem is that this Second Squadron is too perverted, right? He stood barely in the military posture, stood in the dog days, peeling off?

However, he was a person who never gave in. He was not vague at all. He quickly took off his top and exposed his scars.

The injuries in South Sudan have been basically healed, but due to the time period, each scar has a light red color that has just grown out of the flesh, large and small, giving people a shocking visual impact.

Seeing his wounds all over his body, Zhang Xiaozhe's eyes changed slightly and his pupils contracted slightly.

"Knife wound? Breaking wound? Gunshot wound? Well, very good. You have a foundation and should be able to adapt quickly." Zhang Xiaozhe nodded and said, "But remember, scars are not glory, they are just a soldier's past...rest - stand at attention!"

A command is issued and the military posture begins.

On the huge training ground, Ge Zhen occupied a corner and stood there straight against the sun, sweating all over after a while.

But the hardest thing to suffer is not heat, but pain.

It is more than 3,000 meters above sea level and is in the plateau range. The ultraviolet rays are very strong. In less than an hour, his upper body was red and stinging pain came.

There was a singing of a meal in the distance, but no one came to call for a meal, which meant that he was forgotten in this corner.

Are the new recruits from the Second Squadron coming like this?

I don’t know, but Ge Zhen will not admit defeat. He can stand up and hold on because he understands that his hardships in the army have truly begun from now on.

If you want to become stronger, you have to accept it.

In the canteen, Zhang Xiaozhe's eyes were always on Ge Zhen's body, and he didn't leave even when he was having a meal.

He was observing this soldier, and he wanted to find out the soldier.

"Squad Leader Zhang, I heard that your soldier is a coward who escaped from the army for the second time, haha." A non-commissioned officer sat over and smiled at Zhang Xiaozhe and said, "This kind of soldier is garbage, can it be so troublesome to use?"

It is not a secret that Ge Zhen fled the troops twice. Although he was transferred from another detachment, all his situations were clearly written in the archives.

Deserter, twice deserter.

No matter where this kind of soldier is placed, it is a headache. The Second Squadron does not need such soldier, but the soldier is stuffed in like this.

"Trump?" Zhang Xiaozhe's face darkened, he stared at the non-commissioned officer and said, "Zhao Qiang, you can't afford to offend this soldier, you can't afford to offend ten."

A single word made the non-commissioned officer unable to get out of office, and his face turned pale. He was still a non-commissioned officer in his fourth year. Although he did not hold a position, he was also a backbone.

Now Zhang Xiaozhe said in front of so many people that he couldn't afford to offend him, and he was simply slapped him in the face.

"You are so awesome, are you?" After throwing a sentence, Zhao Qiang returned to his dining table itchy.

Zhang Xiaozhe continued to stare at Ge Zhen under the scorching sun and whispered to himself: This Ge Zhen... can make the most of the world!

...

After lunch, everyone went to lunch break, and there was no one in the entire training ground except Ge Zhen who was still standing there.

Pig raising soldier Wu Hao walked over with a pig food bucket and walked over from a distance, and smiled honestly and plainly at Ge Zhen.

"Ge Zhen, I am Wu Hao, the squadron's pig farmer." Wu Hao took out the kettle and handed it over and said with a smile: "Drink a little water, you have been standing for two hours. By the way, I have also left you a steamed bun and the beef I picked up, which is so fragrant, hehe."

Ge Zhen grinned, and he instantly fell in love with this pig farmer Wu Hao.

"I said you have a hint of a hint? I'm standing in a military posture and can't move, so please."

"Oh, yes, yes, you can't move. If you move, you will be punished. Open your mouth and I'll feed you, haha..."

Ge Zhen opened his mouth and Wu Hao fed him a mouthful of water and steamed buns.

"Are you full? Haha..." Wu Hao scratched his head and smiled: "I can't do anything if I haven't eaten enough. I'm saving this steamed bun myself. There is no surplus grain in the kitchen team, so it's not allowed to waste it."

Hearing this, a strong sense of warmth and emotion rose in Ge Zhen's heart.

"Okay, I've handed over your brother!"

"Ah? You get along with me...Brother? No, no, I am just a pig farmer. I can't do anything except standing in a military posture..."

Wu Hao waved his hands repeatedly, and a flattered expression appeared on his face, both happy and inferior.

"What's wrong? You can't even get a brother? What's wrong with the pig raising?" Ge Zhen frowned.

"No, it's not..." Wu Hao's face was flushed in an anxious mood: "This is the Second Squadron, I am a pig farmer!"

Ge Zhen understood.

This is the Second Squadron, an anti-terrorism force, a rapid response force formed based on anti-terrorism missions.

Whoever has good military qualities will be able to make it. If the military qualities are not good, no one will take a look at them when walking on the road.

The second squadron is full of competition cruelty!

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Chapter completed!