Chapter 70 Chapter 5 Run another twenty miles

This training camp named "The 22nd Training Base of the General Participation Secret Service" is located in the depths of the Gaoligong Mountains in the southern Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, in the western fault block of the Hengduan Mountains, where the Indian plate and the Eurasian plate collide and subduct. in the suture zone. Compared with my hometown, Qingshanjie, which is full of continuous ups and downs and endless mountains, the mountains here are more majestic and towering. The high slopes of the mountains are steep and deep, and the vertical height difference is more than 4,000 meters, forming a very spectacular landscape. Vertical natural landscape and three-dimensional climate.Above our heads were cloud-shrouded, chilly snow-capped peaks, and we were standing in mild forests and grasslands. Looking across the mountains into the river valley, it was actually scorching sun.

This is the origin of the folk slang "one mountain is divided into four seasons, ten miles are different days".The variability of climatic conditions was also a factor considered by the superiors at that time when they chose to establish a training base here. The 22nd base is located in a slanting valley full of singing birds and flowers. There is no one inhabited in a radius of 30 miles. Only the huge roots of arbors, large wooden vines, wild plantains, sheathing flowers and other green plants can be seen.When we walked slowly from the foot of the mountain into the open area outside the training base, we discovered that there were many soldiers wearing camouflage nets and colorfully painted faces hiding in the jungle on the edge of the base.

The tense atmosphere made my back muscles unbearably tense, and I immediately felt uneasy about a grand banquet. I asked Chief Zhu, who was leading the team, in as calm a tone as I could, and the answer I got made me smile: In order to save money, the base here was jointly built by our Bureau and the General Staff to share resources; but this is just a backup for our Bureau However, a small-scale special force under the General Staff has been training here all year round and uses it more frequently. That's why there is such a nondescript base name, but soldiers usually like to call it "Baihualing Base" affectionately.

The large group of people approached, less than 200 meters away, and a group of three armed soldiers came up, verified the formalities, and then continued to move forward.Passing through the barbed wire erected next to the open land, I followed the large group and began to walk into this large building complex with a rather ancient architectural style. Old and rough red brick walls, wooden fences, a large playground as wide as a football field, black slanted tiles with moss, and green barracks everywhere... Everything in my eyes made me expect the base in front of me, dropped below the horizontal line.It can be seen that most of the buildings here were built in the 1960s and 1970s, and the green barracks next to them were gradually expanded, showing the styles of two eras.I'm afraid that everyone who walks into the camp can't help but complain in their hearts, "The conditions are really bad".

What about the superior conditions of the "soldier assault" type? But we didn't talk, because in the middle of the playground, we saw a group of people in blue short-sleeved shirts standing with their hands behind their hands.They are waiting for our instructors here, and the leader is Huiming, the chief instructor of this training camp. Without ordering, we quickly ran to stand in front of the instructors, and then started to stand in the whole team according to the order of the previous day. After about two minutes, we had already assembled. Looking at us in white training uniforms, Huiming's face was gloomy, and the age spots on his left face kept shaking.

After we stood up neatly, a middle-aged instructor with a zombie face suddenly pointed at the green barracks not far behind and shouted: "See that green barracks? This is a barracks. You guys are reserve combatants. Look at how sloppy you are!" ! Such a small mountain road, half an hour later than we expected! When you start a war, there is only one end for you, that is death! Fuck you guys! Everyone has it, turn left, and circle the playground twenty times. Don't stop!" My eyebrows twitched, and there was a strange sense of time travel in my heart - as it became popular in 2007, the training mode of the special forces gradually entered the field of vision of ordinary people; It is this simple, rude and unreasonable style that establishes absolute authority, continuously eliminates subordinate soldiers, and selects the truly strong to join.

Could it be that this barbaric style is very popular in the entire army or training system? In any case, in order not to be eliminated by the training camp, we had to carry heavy bags after walking tens of miles of mountain roads, and started running around the training ground, which was a bit wider than a football field.This lap is almost one mile, and twenty miles is a piece of cake for me who has sufficient physical reserves on weekdays, but it is a difficult distance for me who has climbed one mountain after another. Not only me, but the thirty-three classmates around me all showed uncomfortable expressions.

Breakthrough is always hovering at the end of the limit - this sentence is the most commonly used sentence in physical training.If Huiming’s scolding of me, Bai Lutan, and Wang Xiaojia in the Honghe training base on the outskirts of Chuncheng was his first move against me, then today’s 20 consecutive laps of running with heavy loads is the result of the instructors’ criticism. Our student's first dismount. Its meaning is: No matter where you are from, what achievements and abilities you have, here, you have to listen to the boss in blue! After ten laps, I gritted my teeth and moved my tired and sore legs, feeling that every step was so heavy, the sky and the earth were shaking, black for a while, yellow for a while, the air began to become thinner, and my chest had to be lifted. Shaking like a bellows, the eyes turned black one after another, and the sweat was wet and dry.However, even so, I will not let the golden silkworm Gu send me a trace of warmth to alleviate the embarrassing situation at this moment.

Coming to the training camp this time, from the beginning to the end, my purpose is to make myself stronger.The existence of the fat bug is like opening a cheat for me.Even though I am a Gu master, fat worms are my natal golden silkworm Gu, but in fierce battles, we will always be separated and cannot completely rely on it, besides, the body slowly strengthened by it is enough, so in When training, I decide not to let it delay the arrival of my physical limit. This is a battle, me, and the weak consciousness in my body, dueling. It is a mouthful sentence, but this is practice, like a Zen practitioner facing a wall, like a Taoist retreat, they have spent their entire lives doing such a thing - fighting the demons in their hearts, cutting off the three Corpse, visible light.

I am exhausted, and the people around me are not much better than me. Although they have more or less mastered some methods of cultivation, the human body is made of flesh, except for a few monsters who are leading the way. Some students' bodies couldn't stand this kind of non-stop continuous movement, and they were on the verge of collapse. People kept falling down and struggling to stand up again. Zhu Chenchen fell down three times and was lifted up by me. His face was as pale as snow, and his muscles were trembling involuntarily. Qin Zhen, Teng Xiao, Bai Lutan, Wang Xiaojia, myself, and Zhu Chenchen ran together consciously, supported each other, and staggered forward.This cheating-like support was not warned by the instructors, so Zhu Chenchen, Bai Lutan, and Teng Xiao, who were physically weak, were able to persevere.

By the fifteenth lap, we were almost breaking down.Bai Lutan wept sadly while running, feeling an urge to give up.But I pointed at the mighty old man on the sidelines without any scruples, scolded her, and said: "Did you see that, people are watching a good show, watching you, a transfer student, if you give up, lie down." , only greeted with a contemptuous smile of "ha ha", and then an understatement of "it is so", it really is a back door, what a coward! Do you want to give up? I won't! In this world, apart from the morality and morality in my heart Nothing about the parents who gave birth to me and raised me is worth my compromise! Nothing!" My words gave others the strength to persist stubbornly, and also gave me the courage to run down.When the limit passed, I felt that my whole body was numb, and I began to feel a little lighter, so that when I ran to the last two laps, my steps became lighter. In the distance, I saw some young soldiers wearing short-sleeved camouflage uniforms sitting or standing in groups, looking curiously at this side. However, the eleven girls among the thirty-four students were obviously the focus of their attention. I was in a good mood and waved to the people's soldiers.My friends around me waved to them too. The soldiers responded enthusiastically, with voices coming and going, cheering and encouraging voices, which made us feel a bit of coolness in the hot weather, refreshing our hearts and lungs.After the last lap, almost everyone fell to the ground, feeling an urge to sleep forever.Immediately, a doctor in a white coat came to give us an injection. I don't know if it was glucose or some other medicine. After a while, I felt better. However, there were still three people who did not finish the last few laps and fell to the ground. He (she) was carried down by the doctor on a stretcher.In the following training camp, we never saw these two girls and one boy again—the training camp showed merciless cruelty at the beginning. After the run, we got a full rest, and out of nowhere, a medical team of ten or so people appeared to massage our shoulders and backs to relax our bodies.Standing among the staggering students, Huiming gave us a lecture with a simple, direct, and cold opening remark. That night we were thrown into wooden barrels filled with medicinal herbs one after another and soaked in hot water, feeling that our bodies were gradually recovering. This kind of plot in the legendary novel actually exists in reality. It's just that this black and smelly potion smells really bad, and the stream of urine makes people want to spit out their dinner.But the effect was good. At night, I lay refreshed on the bed in the eight-person dormitory of the old building, and began to look forward to the arrival of the next day's training. Well, I admit I had some "masochistic" expectations. Because I want to become stronger.