Chapter 552: The So-Called Reward? (Page 1/1)

Fool?

It's okay if you don't get caught, if you do, I'm sorry, the nightmare begins.

"Rosal, I can't hold it anymore."

Bloo's face was flushed, and after doing eighty standard push-ups in a row, his arms were shaking and on the verge of the limit.

"Hold on, Bloo."

Rosal's eyes were firm, his face was ruddy, his snort was heavy, and his hands supported his body to rise and fall rhythmically, and the whole person was in good shape.

Regular exercise has not degraded much of his physical fitness.

"Rosal, do you say that Chinese soldiers usually train like this?" Bulow, who was tense all over, was unusually clear-headed, sweat oozed from his forehead, ran down his flushed cheeks, and dripped on the cold ground, and asked quietly.

It's cold outside, and the body is hot.

At this moment, after just dozens of simple and effective push-ups, the negative effects of the body's body due to the disruption of the biological clock are all gone.

Brock admits that exercise is an effective way to eliminate physical after-effects.

"I don't know, I should." Rosar glanced at Zhou Hai, who was standing with his hands in his hands, and responded quietly.

He doesn't know much about the mysterious and powerful Chinese soldiers.

In fact, if it weren't for the huge amount of money spent on the purchase of two export fighters by AVIC Chengfei, RoSal would not have paid attention to the eastern country more than 20,000 kilometers away.

In the open space of the accommodation building, more than three minutes later, the 24 trained pilots who came into contact with push-ups again after three months finally ended the headache-inducing training of 100 push-ups.

"All assembled!"

With the last trained pilot finished, Zhou Hai, who carefully observed the silent statistics in everyone's hearts, nodded with satisfaction and said in a straight voice.

The political and ideological education was very effective, and this group of Albanian pilots, whose average age was ten years older than him, strictly obeyed orders and did not cut corners.

Not to mention, this feeling of being an instructor is really good.

The order was given, and everyone assembled in formation as fast as they could, maintaining a military posture, snorting heavily, and breathing rapidly.

"Your performance is relatively good, I am very satisfied, in order to encourage you, there is a reward next - intensive physical training, goal, base track round trip once, all of them, with the right horizontal row as the head, run forward!"

Zhou Hai's face was calm, his bright eyes observed everyone's performance one by one, recorded the details of the first push-up, and then issued a new order.

A loud voice resounded all around.

Intensive workout?

A round trip to the base runway?

God, this is the so-called reward?!

Everyone is going crazy.

The base runway is 3,000 meters long, and one round trip is a full 6,000 meters!

However, they had to obey this order.

After a brief pause, the four pilots standing on the far right side of the team gritted their teeth and raised their sour hands, took steps, drove their bodies, and led the team to run like leaders, facing the dim and clear sky ahead.

"To run, you have to shout the one-two-one password, demand, neatly and loudly, with a sense of rhythm, and read it in Chinese!"

Zhou Hai, who was an instructor, followed the right side of the team in a standard running posture and shouted: "Now shout the password with me, one-two-one." ”

"One-two-one!"

"One-two-one!"

"One-two-one!"

Hearing Zhou Hai's command and pronunciation, all the pilots easily learned it, and then, in a neat and uniform way, they read out the crappy and alternative Chinese numerical tones.

It's no longer an English one-two-one, but a Chinese one-two-one!

In this strange land, which is 22,460 kilometers away from China, there are digital tones that no one knows but have extraordinary significance.

No one will know that a group of outstanding pilots selected by the Afghan side are undergoing more rigorous and demanding training and are undergoing earth-shaking transformations.

I don't know how many trainees will be left in the end, which is an important foundation for the Argentine Air Force's transformation from a fifth-rate level to a second-rate terminal level.

Today, it was an unforgettable experience for all the trainee pilots.

6 for the first time since becoming an official pilot; Wake up at 30 minutes,

Training as a foreign instructor for the first time,

For the first time, I understand the importance of time,

For the first time, I heard the Falklands War from a foreign mouth,

For the first time doing standard push-ups without being lazy,

The first time I ran back and forth along the base track,

For the first time, he received a high-intensity training program formulated by the Chinese People's Army.

Also, for the first time, I saw the hope of stepping to a higher level and flying an advanced fighter jet.

Everything is a first-time experience, full of freshness and novelty.

The darkness of the sky faded away, and the sky grew stronger and brighter with the faint light, and a dazzling and soft dawn appeared on the distant horizon.

The training program for the new aircraft has officially begun, and the nightmare of the trained pilots has also come.

In the morning, after 100 push-ups and 6,000 meters of physical training, they went to the air crew stove for dinner, leaving only 30 minutes for the trained pilots to strictly explain the discipline and rules of the meal.

30 minutes, meal time doubled from an hour, plus all kinds of strict discipline restrictions, which was a headache for the already exhausted trainee pilots.

However, the training has only just begun.

At the end of breakfast, take them back to the dormitory to tidy up the housekeeping, clean up and clean up, according to the outline of military uniform requirements provided by the Argentine side as a blueprint, combined with the characteristics of Chinese soldiers, not only put forward strict requirements for the clothes and clothing of the trained pilots, but also must fold the quilt into tofu blocks.

In the face of the painful and incomprehensible Albanian trainees, Zhou Hai did not teach the ideological concept of 'how to sweep the world if you don't sweep a house', but simply gave an order that the quilt must be folded.

The order is given, it must be carried out, and there is no reason.

Reasonable?

I'm sorry, Zhou Hai is very lazy, too lazy to talk about it, and even lazy to manage and train this group of Albanian pilots.

Things are very busy, and he has no time to toss.

Either give up automatically or endure silently, just two choices.

The standard quilts are folded one by one, the sanitation is cleaned up, the dead corners of the bedroom are clean and dust-free, and the housekeeping is extremely harsh, and it is barely accepted.

Grudging!

It is indeed reluctant, both in terms of time and efficiency, it is far from the standard.

However, the meal must be eaten one bite at a time, the road must be taken step by step, and everything must not be rushed.

At the end of the housekeeping, Zhou Hai gathered the training team again and went to the base playground to start the training queue, 100% of the content of the Chinese queue order, to ensure the original, authentic classics, and no suspicion of deceiving customers.

Through strict and demanding queue training, the free and casual character and habits of the trained pilots are changed from the source level, that is, the individual is highlighted and the collective is emphasized.

One morning, the Albanian pilots, who were constantly tossed, enjoyed the cold breeze in the empty playground, tried to change their physical habits, and learned the strange queue full of military beauty.

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