The days go by day by day, and time flies very quickly for people with goals.

The soldiers of the third squad were beaten on the training ground every day.

The training subjects for army soldiers of the Chinese field forces are simple and simple, but they are not simple or simple.

Basically, it is the application of weapons, the application of tactics, and the basis of these two - physical training.

But learning is easier said than learned.

Being a soldier does not mean that you are a qualified soldier.

What is a Qualified Soldier?

It's that you pick up a random infantry small arms and can fire the projectile exactly what you want it to target and hit it with unerring accuracy.

Able to move to the designated destination according to the order within the time specified by the superiors, and build fortifications and be ready for battle.

To put it bluntly, everything you learn revolves around one purpose – to destroy the enemy.

It seems like a simple four words, but it is the essence of a soldier's military value.

Good soldiers are not innate, everyone evolves from the egg of a recruit who is ignorant of everything.

How many times have your hands swollen? How many thousand trainer bombs were thrown?

Shooting, how many bullets did you fire? Lying on the ground and practicing aiming too many times? You skillfully kick a hole out of your heels under yourself like a veteran to contain your poor balls so that it doesn't suffer from the rest of the lengthy aiming.

Have you counted these pits?

How many have you dug up?

How many times have you tried cramping in your kneeling position, standing without a gun or aiming at a gun?

And how many times have your hands blistered, broken in the cycle, healed and started again, and finally turned into calluses?

If you don't have a thick layer of crust because of your gun, you would be embarrassed to say that you are an infantry member of the Chinese Army.

How many times have you tried to train under the scorching sun and then the skin on your body has faded a dozen times, or dozens of times?

Have you ever experienced the feeling of pressing your finger on the trigger and waiting for the fire to be fired?

Have you ever tasted the thrill of your bullet flying 100 or even hundreds of meters and accurately hitting a variety of chest rings, half-body targets, sideways targets and even machine gun targets?

Have you ever had the great happiness of the moment when your goal was completely destroyed?

Of course, ordinary people don't have it, but soldiers do.

In China, a soldier is not only a profession, but also a term for the growth process in a specific period.

You've been a soldier, and that's what you're called.

It's like the song sings - there is a history of being a soldier in your life, and you will never regret it for the rest of your life.

Therefore, the life of a person who has been a soldier is a peculiar life.

These days, the training of the third class is gradually on track, and I have time to calm down and think about my military career.

There is a question that has been haunting Solemnity.

How do you spend your military career?

Is it like what I thought when I first became a soldier in the past, mix for three years, and then take advantage of the fact that my parents have not yet retired, go home to arrange a job in the system, and then live a lifetime with an iron rice bowl, and my wife and children will be hot until they are old?

Or like Yin Xiancong and Lao Qi Luo Xiaoming or his old enemy Xu Xingguo, with the goal of taking the military academy examination, striving to be a professional soldier and staying in the army for a long time?

Or is it like Wang Dazui, who does not have high requirements, does not have enough to do more than he can under, and only waits for a non-commissioned officer to be transferred after the military reform, strives to stay in the army, strives to reach the specified number of years that can be assigned work, marries a wife with a household registration in a developed city near the station, and then changes jobs and stays in a big city?

In fact, every soldier who dedicates himself to the army has to face a problem of the back road.

Man is not God.

Neither is Bing.

If you are a human being, you have to face life and society.

Soldiers cannot remain forever, and sooner or later they will have to leave the army and face society.

Therefore, it is inevitable for everyone to consider the problem of the back road.

Solemnity is a stress-free one.

But without pressure, it doesn't mean you can not think about it.

Just like before joining the army, when I had a quarrel with my father, my mother personally went into battle and said to herself, which is rich in the subtle philosophy of Chinese family ethics.

"My brother is married, it is a favor to you, it is a reason not to give it to you, after all, you still have to have your own way to go, you have to have your own life to live, everything still depends on yourself, there is nothing more reliable than relying on yourself."

The solemnity of the time was very disappointing.

Now think about it, how reasonable my mother's words were!

He has been a soldier for more than a year, and it is not that he has not thought about this kind of problem. But since he came back from fighting the flood, especially after going back to visit his father in the hospital bed, whenever he thinks about this question, there always seems to be a voice laughing at himself.

You don't have as many military medals as your own father, are you embarrassed to think about your own personal future?

Your comrades-in-arms have sacrificed, you have made meritorious contributions, are you embarrassed to only think about your own interests?

Thus, solemnity fell into a paradoxical situation.

He was embarrassed to think about his own personal problems, but he couldn't help but think about them. It is precisely because of the contradiction that after more than a year of being a soldier, Zhuang Yan still has not found his goal.

He still does things randomly, very primitively.

When I went to the teaching team, I couldn't swallow that breath at all, and I couldn't accept Niu Dali's shame that I could only go down to the company to raise pigs in the cooking class.

In the teaching team, he desperately broke into the top competition, just to get a medal, so as to prove that he did not just rely on the luck of the flood fight, stepping on the corpse of his comrade to get a third-class medal that he was embarrassed to take out to tell the story.

Now, what are you for?

Without a goal, there is no motivation in life.

The same is true of being a soldier.

Without a goal, does it make sense to do all this on your own?

I got the third-class merit in my first year, and I also got the top medal, so it will definitely not be a problem to join the party next.

With everything, what is this soldier still pursuing?

He himself was confused.

He sat on the edge of the training ground and watched the sweaty soldiers of the third squad on the training ground.

Han Xiaobei tied sandbags and ran through the obstacles once.

Han Xiaobei has changed.

It used to be like a bean sprout, but now the muscles on the arms are clearly defined, and the person is several times darker than when he came, and the camouflage uniform on his body is worn to tatters, but there is a murderous aura in his eyes.

It's already like a soldier.

Yan Yan suddenly found that what he was doing didn't seem to be meaningless.

Isn't perfecting others the same as perfecting oneself?

Changing others is also changing yourself.

Whether it is Han Xiaobei or Zeng Jian, if they can achieve their goals and change their lives as soldiers in the third squad they lead, wouldn't everything they have done be very meaningful?

Suddenly, he was struck like a hammer.

After talking to my father in the hospital, some knots that had not been untied were all untied at once.

Honor is only part of a soldier's military career, but it is not the whole story.

The reason why my father's military medals were never taken out was not just the guilt of his comrades, but that my father never took these to heart.

He went to the battlefield not for those medals at all, but for his own ideals.

What are his ideals?

Obviously, he went to war and killed the enemy, not because he wanted to make meritorious contributions, but because he wanted to do that, just like he said, this country, someone has to defend it, if you don't go, if I don't go, the country will be gone.

This proposition may sound infinitely big, too big.

Talking about this issue, solemnly a small squad leader, seems a little arrogant.

However, if all the squad leaders in the People's Liberation Army are serious about cultivating outstanding soldiers, then gathering a small amount will become a lot, just like a small stream flowing into a river, and the river will flow into a river, and the river will flow into the sea......

That would be a vast ocean of national defense forces.

This kind of military life seems to really have its own strength!

Zhuang Zhuang suddenly felt that he might really want to work in the army.

I thought it made sense to do so.