The wind was bitterly cold, and the gray team rushed out of the camp in two columns, plunging headlong into the snowstorm. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Ling asked the brothers to carry out physical training in this bad weather, and the brothers' hearts were full of complaints, thinking that this was Yang Ling's sincere tossing of them.

But when they saw that Yang Ling was also running with them in the wind and snow, they suddenly felt different, and they gritted their teeth, and their hearts were ruthless, isn't it just running, they are all old men, they can't lose face, and they want to see who can't hold on first.

Yang Ling ran at the forefront of the line and stepped on the snow creak, and hundreds of brothers also lined up in two columns to follow, becoming a beautiful scenery on the snowfield in the early morning.

"What are these soldiers doing?" When the early risers saw the brothers running in the snow, they also folded their hands in their sleeves and gathered aside to watch the excitement.

"This is the training of the bosses."

More and more onlookers stood in front of the house, on the roof, as if watching a play, watching hundreds of brothers running around a large wheat field, watching this unique way of training.

Yang Ling tried hard to adjust his breathing and rhythm, and the speed was still unhurried, and the brothers who followed him were running in line at first, but after a few laps, they were already running in a mess.

"I, I can't do it anymore." The physical strength of the spy company commander Qin Shou really couldn't keep up, so he hunched over his hands and supported his knees, panting heavily.

Although these brothers all rolled over from the battlefield, their physical fitness was really poor, and many of them, like Qin Shou, just ran a few laps before they could not run behind, so they simply sat on the ground and rested.

"Whoever doesn't run fifteen laps won't have anything to eat this morning."

Yang Ling is particularly strict with training, and there is naturally a way to deal with those lazy and slippery veterans.

As the saying goes, people are iron and rice are steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry, and if you don't eat, even if you are tired enough, the brothers who are left behind will have to continue to grit your teeth and run.

Originally, the brothers were all shivering with cold, but after only a few laps, their bodies began to heat outward, and they were neither cold nor freezing, so they simply took off their cotton military uniforms and ran in single clothes.

The brothers who were late for the assembly were also punished, that is, they ran two more laps, and they didn't care about it, but after seven or eight laps in a row, their legs were like lead, and they began to disobey the call, and their hearts were bitter.

Although Yang Ling was usually amiable to every brother, he became harsh and ruthless when he started training.

"My mother, this is going to exhaust me."

The brothers were sweating profusely and complaining bitterly, but looking at Yang Ling, who was still running vigorously in front of them, the mood was really indescribable.

Under Yang Ling's strict supervision, after fifteen laps of running, these brothers who were usually bullish were so tired that they didn't want to get up when they collapsed in the snow, and they experienced the pain of running for the first time.

Although the troops also trained before, how could Yang Ling train like this, they were tired enough one by one, but when they saw Yang Ling, they were like no one, and they secretly cursed in their hearts for being perverted.

"Stand up! I have breakfast and continue training! ”

Seeing these brothers who collapsed to the ground and wailed, Yang Ling was satisfied, although he ran in a mess, he finally ran down.

These veterans have survived the battlefield, and as long as they are trained more, they will be a group of tigers and wolves in the future.

These brothers originally thought that they would have to rest for a few days after running fifteen laps, but they didn't expect that Yang Ling's words were like cold water that made them feel cold.

Still want to train? Doesn't this cost human life? But Yang Ling has always been the same, and they can only ask for more blessings.

Their breakfast changed from the usual steamed gruel to a stir-fried meat.

The tired brothers returned to the cooking class for breakfast in a depressed mood, and when they saw the fragrant fried pork on the long table, their mouths watered.

The conditions of the army are difficult, and it is good to be able to eat well, and sometimes they cannot eat a meal of meat for several months, and the result is that the soldiers' physical fitness is poor, all of them are yellow and thin, and they have no strength to fight.

This was the first time they had eaten meat in the morning, which made these brothers think that the sun was coming out in the west, but they didn't care so much, so they ate it first, and then they would be gone.

"Old squad leader, what a good day today, there is meat to eat."

It wasn't until he swallowed the meat in the bowl that the company commander Liu Yidao pulled the cooking squad leader who delivered the steamed buns and asked.

The cooking squad leader replied with a smile: "This is the order of Deputy Regiment Leader Yang, he said that the big guy will train hard in the future, and let me use the money I have saved to get meat for the brothers to eat every two days."

The words of the cooking squad leader made the brothers suddenly realize that it was Yang Ling's order to be able to eat meat, and the resentment against Yang Ling in the morning also dissipated without a trace, and they all felt that Yang Ling was not bad.

"I can eat meat every other day, let alone run fifteen laps, even if I run thirty laps a day, I am willing."

Liu Yidao grinned, compared to being able to eat meat, this running didn't seem to be a big deal.

"Then you'll run thirty laps tomorrow." Yang Ling just stepped into the door, and when he heard Liu Yidao's shouting, he also joked with a smile.

Liu Yidao hurriedly gave Yang Ling a seat, hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't, I'm joking with the brothers, if I really run thirty laps, then I won't be tired to death."

Yang Ling didn't care about Liu Yidao, and said to the brothers around him while eating: "Brothers, don't blame me Yang Ling for being ruthless, if we can't keep up with our physical fitness, then we will die on the battlefield, you also know that when we fought with devils in the past, only three or five of us could change a devil, this business is a loss, we can't always suffer losses, so let's train our bodies to be strong, and we won't be afraid of ghosts again."

These brothers also know that Yang Ling is good for them, in the past, they were skinny and had no strength, and when they met those short and strong little devils, they could only be beaten, if they really became as strong as the little devils, they were afraid of a bird.

"Deputy Head Yang, don't worry, you said to practice like this, our brothers will listen to you, and there is no ambiguity!" These brothers also took a stand.

"Okay, with the words of the brothers, I am relieved, the big guy hurry up and eat, and after eating, let's practice bomb throwing."

Although Yang Ling was strict and almost harsh in training, he did not treat the brothers badly in terms of food, and the practice of adding sweet dates with this big stick made the training quickly enter the state.

Many of the brothers were so tired on the first day of training that they couldn't get up from the ground, but after more than half a month of training, running 15 laps was an appetizer for them.

But Yang Ling is still strict, from running with bare hands to running with weights, gradually increasing the intensity, and the brothers are still tired enough every day.

This physical training is just the most basic training, in addition, Yang Ling gradually added a series of subjects such as bomb throwing training, individual shooting training, blasting training, earthwork, fighting and stabbing, individual tactics, and squad offensive tactics.

Many of these training subjects were unheard of by the brothers, and after the training was completed, one after another, in this cold winter, this cruel training sometimes made them feel that it was better to return to the battlefield filled with gunpowder, although they complained of hardship, but their combat effectiveness was also increasing day by day.