The so-called "going to the city to sweep snow" is a relaxing activity deliberately arranged by the teaching team, allowing these recruits to breathe a sigh of relief, experience the beauty of life, and carry out the next step of training.

The recruits got out of the truck, took off the shovel from a truck that specialized in pulling tools, and each person was holding his arms. Sweeping snow was much easier than training, and they could feel the long-lost urban atmosphere. Everyone was busy and wanted to have some small episodes, such as if someone was chasing him, or if someone committed a murderer in the street, it would be easier to release his anger and energy.

"It's best that thief looks like the Living Hell." Gu Lei murmured in a low voice, his eyes swept towards the company commander Sun Peng in the distance. The Living Hell is just one of the nicknames given to him by the recruits, which is quite nice. Others include mad dogs, perverts, and nerve company commanders.

"That's going to be satisfied." Sun Xiaomu was ready to rush, but no thieves appeared, and no one dared to injure people in front of so many soldiers. He passed by in peace all morning without a trace of turmoil.

It was too late to rush back at noon. After coordination, the recruit company went to the garrison headquarters for lunch. They lined up to the center of Dongdao City. The headquarters was here, a granite gate with a huge 815 star on the door. There was a horse-resisting horse in front of the door and a sentry on both sides. The upright guards stood on the sentry with steel guns in their hands, with a straight military posture.

The recruits held their heads and chests up, lined up into the courtyard. There was a straight road. The road was lined with towering poplar trees. It was winter, and the branches were bare, but the momentum remained unabated. After walking for a while, there was a huge flower bed in front of them, and behind the flower bed was the garrison building. The building from the 1960s was only three floors, but it was grand and majestic.

"Turn right!" Amid the command of the officer leading the team, the recruits company headed to the cafeteria. On the way, they saw some soldiers from the headquarters, all of whom were clean and neat, but they were wearing new military uniforms with imitation woolen materials, while the recruits were still wearing type 87 training uniforms, which were covered with velvet and cotton coats, which were bloated and ugly, and felt ashamed of themselves.

The canteen had already passed the meal and specially left them for them. Everyone was eating. Suddenly, a soldier near the door saw someone coming in. He looked up and couldn't let go of his eyes. The comrades at the deskmate looked at him and didn't bother to eat.

The one who came was a female soldier, to be precise, a female student. She was carrying a slat on her shoulders with a light plate on her shoulders. The lapel was covered with a black turtleneck sweater. She was tall and cool, with short hair with ears, fair skin, straight nose, and mid-heeled shoes hit a string of notes on the terrazzo floor of the canteen. What was most admirable was her demeanor. Under the gaze of three hundred pairs of eyes, she walked to the window without looking sideways, made a meal, and left proudly and gracefully. It seemed that these three hundred recruits did not exist at all.

Sun Peng coughed dissatisfiedly, and the platoon leader and squad leader began to urge the recruits to have dinner and look around, but their eyes also went away with the female student. Everyone loved beauty. This student was indeed too beautiful, no, it was not enough to describe it as beautiful. It was a kind of heroic spirit of a female soldier, and it was even more admirable.

Fu Ping'an's table was facing Sun Peng's dining table. He heard him whispering to the platoon leader: "Who is this? The new student in the communications company?"

"I heard that it is called Luo Jin, and the background is not simple."

“How simple?”

"Her uncle is a lieutenant general..."

"Eat!" Sun Peng said viciously. He was a single lieutenant. He was suffering from personal problems. He found that his favorite target was so far away. Fu Ping'an had a premonition that he might not have a good idea and could not guarantee that the company commander would send this evil fire to them.

Sure enough, after dinner, Sun Peng had a sudden idea and stopped taking a truck after returning to the barracks for 30 kilometers, and had an impromptu 30 kilometers of cross-country running to digest the food.

When they returned to Weizigou station, it was already at night. Sun Peng was so kind that he did not train these soldiers anymore, leaving them with a relatively relaxed day. Later they discovered that today was the Little New Year.

That night, Fu Ping'an dreamed of Luo Jin.

Amid the melodious sound of wake-up calls, the recruits ushered in a new day. During the morning meal, Gu Lei muttered that I dreamed of the female soldier last night, and Sun Xiaomu also said: "I dreamed too."

He Changsheng came over to give the two guys a chestnut: "It seems that the training intensity is not enough. You can still dream of running horses at night, right? You can also dream of the company commander's goddess. Go back and run ten laps on the playground!"

Fu Ping'an stood up and said, "I'll run with you too."

He Changsheng said: "Why, you also dreamed of the deputy to Class 5?"

Fu Ping'an nodded.

"Then you go run too!" He Changsheng roared.

But when the three soldiers ran around, they found that He Changsheng had followed, and said righteously: "I don't take care of you well, I want to punish myself."

Fu Ping'an winked and said, "Squad leader, have you dreamed too?"

He Changsheng said: "I don't have one, don't talk nonsense. Luo Jin is the flower of the garrison area. Not to mention the big-headed soldiers like us, even those cadres are not a good person. For example, Hu Dapeng, who is so awesome, is still single."

Gu Lei and Sun Xiaomu deliberately slowed down and listened to them, but were driven away by He Changsheng. Fu Ping'an understood that the squad leader really regarded him as his brother. In fact, the two were only two years apart and belonged to their peers. With Fu Ping'an's qualities, they would definitely develop well in the army in the future. He Changsheng is considered to be a mutual appreciation.

"Squad leader, which is the best company in our garrison area?" Fu Ping'an changed the topic. At his age, it was still early to talk about female soldiers.

"The reconnaissance company is suitable for you." He Changsheng said.

"Scouts are special forces?" Fu Ping'an was fascinated. That was indeed where he should go.

"It's too early to think about this now, it depends on your performance next month." He Changsheng said, "The physical fitness of the queue is the foundation. Shooting is the most important technique for a soldier. You may not be able to pass through a hundred steps."

...

The Spring Festival in 2009 was spent in the military camp, making dumplings and having party, which was unique and interesting. Many soldiers called their homes and cried with tears. Fu Ping'an's mobile phone was owed, so he could only line up to pay New Year's greetings to his home on a public phone. He wanted to call Sister Qian and his friends at the construction site, but he had to give up in too many queues.

The first day of the Lunar New Year is the day for people all over the country to have a holiday, but many people are still stuck on their posts, such as train attendants, steel makers, doctors, nurses and salesmen. The recruits did not rest and were still fighting on the training ground.

The training has entered the third stage, including military fist and individual tactics. The most exciting thing is that the recruits can finally touch the real gun.

The garrison area is no better than the front-line troops, and it is equipped with the Bayi Bar. When Fu Ping'an put a vicissitudes of automatic rifle in front of him, he was amazed. This is the legendary B41 son, which is a bit similar to the AK system, but is more slender and beautiful. The folded metal support, solid wood guard, the grilled blue gun body and barrel are simply a work of art.

Fu Ping'an likes weapons like most boys. He has been keen on these things since he was a child. When he was in elementary school, he stole money from his family to buy a gas gun that imitated Glock18. He was beaten up by Fu Dongmei, but he also developed martial arts skills. He used the air gun to hit cigarette boxes five meters away, and shot perfectly. He would even beat the stall owner to complain.

Now, with the real gun in hand, Fu Ping'an feels excited, as if he had met a brother who had been separated for many years, but he could not shoot live ammunition for the time being. Practice the gun and aim first. In the middle of winter, he will lie on the ground for a day. The brothers in He Changsheng's training class 5 have a set of his own methods. Each of them brought a yellow basin filled with water, buried his face in the water and held his breath. He was not allowed to look up when he could not hear the order. It was called practicing breath holding. As for whether it was effective, it was a matter of opinion.

He Changsheng also has traditional methods passed down from generation to generation, such as hanging a kettle full of water on the muzzle, and his arms will become sore after a while.

"Snipers have been trained like this," said He Changsheng.

"The real sniper rifle is floating barrel, and the hanging kettle will break the gun." Gu Lei has read several "Light Weapons" magazines and couldn't help but pick on the squad leader. He Changsheng said with a look: "You, hang two kettles for me! Don't put water, put sand!"

Finally, it was the shooting assessment stage. On a day when the north wind was howling, the recruits were lying down on the shooting range. In front of each person was a small inverted stool. There was a small sandbag on the foot of the stool, and the barrel was placed on the sandbag. Each person had five bullets, a one hundred-meter chest ring target, a thirty-ring pass, a good thirty-five ring, and an excellent 45 ring or above.

Fu Ping'an received five bullets. Unlike the bullets I remembered, the shells of these bullets were military green rather than copper. Later he learned that this was called painted steel shells.

The chest ring target a hundred meters away cannot be seen clearly by people with poor vision. There is a lot of smog in the north in winter, and it is like it will rain on sunny days. Thanks to the wind blowing away the smog today, the recruits can at least see a target.

At this moment, Fu Ping'an thought of his biological parents, because Fan Dong and Fu Dongmei had no outstanding eyesight, and Fu Ping'an's eyesight has always been very good. Although he often surfed the Internet all night and read books for a long time, his eyes remained sharp, indicating that his parents' genes were good.

The target a hundred meters away is so clear that Fu Ping'an ensures that he can hit it, but he cannot guarantee excellence, because the wind is a bit strong today. When he watches movies, the US sniper will adjust the wind deviation according to the wind speed. Although the rifle is not a sniper rifle and the distance of one hundred meters is too short, he feels that the sight slightly is slightly higher, which should be effective.

The muzzle was still motionless, breathing as steady as Mount Tai. Fu Ping'an focused on the target without distraction, staring at the target with one eye, silently reciting the key points taught by the squad leader, "Aim intentionally, fire unintentionally..."

Gunshots rang out.

Report the target, forty rings!

This result is not bad, but when He Changsheng got the target paper, he found something was wrong, because there were only four bullet holes, but one of the bullet holes had a slightly larger edge. Could it be that a person who hit the forty rings would have a bullet off the target? No, there was only two bullets passing through one bullet hole.

Therefore, Fu Ping'an's live-fire shooting assessment score was 50 rings, ranking first.

When Sun Peng saw the target paper, he nodded in his approval. He had only achieved the 48th ring at that time. This slinger really had hope of surpassing him.

Compared with shooting, throwing grenades is too simple. It passes the thirty meters and is excellent forty meters. Fu Ping'an is extremely strong and he throws a good score of 58 meters, which is a little worse than Sun Peng's 67 meters back then, but if he trains more, he will definitely be away from 60 meters.

In mid-February, the recruit company conducted a fully armed 200-kilometer training. This training indicates the end of the recruit company's life. The subsequent days will determine where they will go, whether they are mules or horses. Now it has been truly distinguished.

Fu Ping'an was not worried about his whereabouts at all. He was the best recruit and would definitely go to the most popular company and the reconnaissance company directly under the garrison area. Maybe he would be selected by the military region because he was too outstanding.

The other recruits began to run away, busy asking where they were, asking the squad leader, and asking the squad leader, but the squad leader kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

In the last days of the recruit company, Sun Peng was too lazy to train them. Several soldiers were chatting in the corner of the playground. Gu Lei said: "I want to go to the guesthouse the most. I am happy to be idle and don't have to go out of fuck. I will go home for two years and get down."

Sun Xiaomu said: "You are so unpromising, I want to learn to drive."

Gu Lei said: "You can do it, you are ambitious and have a great future when driving with your leader. However, this kind of good thing is not your turn. You are usually a veteran who is good at skill and has a good eye."

Sun Xiaomu said: "I don't want to drive a small car. I want to learn how to drive a big car, drive a truck, and get a semi-trailer. It's worth it when I go back to the place."

The two turned to Fu Ping'an: "Where are you?"

"Of course I'm going to the reconnaissance company." Fu Ping'an looked for granted.

After a day, the most important day came. The recruits completed the training task and became a real soldier. Under the solemn military emblem, the leader of the teaching team awarded them the title.

Fu Ping'an put on the rank of private, and a twitch on his shoulder. He knew that this was just the beginning and would turn into two twitches next year, and then he would be promoted to a non-commissioned officer with a crossed rifle. However, his soldier career would stop at a low-level non-commissioned officer, and then he would take a light board like Luo Jin and become an army cadet, followed by a lieutenant, captain, major, until he carried the general star.

"From forward, our team is facing the sun..." The military song is loud, and the recruits are wearing straight imitation wool-style new military uniforms, majestic and powerful, and are a tiger and wolf army.

Fu Ping'an was the first batch of recruits from the lower company. An Iveco picked him up with several other recruits above 1.75 meters tall. Everyone knew it and chatted and laughed along the way. Fu Ping'an noticed that the car was heading towards Dongdao City and verified his idea, because it was the location of the garrison headquarters. He thought of seeing Luo Jin again, but he was a little looking forward to it.

Iveco opened into the gate of the garrison headquarters and stopped at the door of a barracks. The soldiers were taken away by cadres from various agencies, and Fu Ping'an was also taken away by an officer with the rank of captain.

The reconnaissance company he was looking forward to did not appear. The officer took him through the courtyard and came to another courtyard where birds sing and flowers were fragrant, quiet and pleasant, with a sign of a rest room hanging at the door.

Fu Ping'an panicked: "Chief, where are we going?"

The officer said, "It's just here, you've been assigned here, you're off for a retirement place, and you're a civil servant for the old leader."

Fu Ping'an felt a little cold and asked, "What is a civil servant?"
Chapter completed!