NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 100 Only Children Make Choices
The next day————
Today is Saturday, and all the soldiers have already been assembled.
One by one, they lined up and got on the bus.
The soldiers held the guns in their hands and stood ready.
Ye Xiaoshu was also in the car, and he was seen playing with a laptop.
It doesn't fit in with the other warriors who are getting ready to go.
The truck shook, but it didn't affect the speed at which he entered the code.
Erwang asked curiously:
"Brother Ye, where did you get your computer?"
Ye Xiaoshu replied with a smile:
"Look for the battalion commander. If he doesn't need it, I'll 'borrow' it for a while."
Erwang had black streaks all over his head, and Ye Xiaoshu was the only one who could treat the battalion commander like this.
As for borrowing this computer, I may have to write an indefinite IOU.
Erwang watched Ye Xiaoshu keep typing the code wildly, his hand movements never stopping. He had never studied much and had no idea what Ye Xiaoshu was writing.
Several soldiers looked at Ye Xiaoshu's busy appearance and asked:
"Brother Shu, what's the use of typing these codes?"
"Yes, what follows is a real sword and gun test. Your little computer is really not as good as an airplane or a cannon."
Ye Xiaoshu replied with a smile:
"I'm telling you, this thing is better than the gun barrel in your hand."
"You will know then."
"The battalion commander has agreed that if I can lead the troops to win the confrontation, the military will directly give me a second-class personal merit!"
The soldiers were shocked at first, then disbelieving.
Second-class merit is a meritorious service that can only be obtained by those who have made great contributions to the army.
How difficult is it to win North China in a confrontation?
North China has the military king Longteng in charge! How could Ye Xiaoshu, who was only eighteen years old, do it?
Long Teng is twenty-seven years old this year, and he is more experienced than Ye Xiaoshu.
The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. Where can individual heroism be shaken?
If Ye Xiaoshu grows to twenty-seven years old, he might actually be qualified to compete with the King of Soldiers!
The soldiers shook their heads. It wasn't that they didn't trust Ye Xiaoshu.
But the fear of the King of Soldiers.
Can a small broken laptop win?
Who believes this?
"Brother Shu, it's almost done. Everyone knows you are great."
"But war cannot be fought by one person. No matter how powerful you are, you can't defeat thousands of troops."
"And the difficulty is not just the soldier king Long Teng. This year the North China Military Region's air force expanded its recruitment and added an entire platoon of bombers."
"This team of ace troops is really a tough battle."
Ye Xiaoshu listened to their words and said softly:
"Don't build up other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige."
"After these few days of training, 40% of our comrades in Feilong Camp have reached the peak of gold level."
"Our chances of winning in South China are not small."
The soldiers nodded and continued chatting.
Some simply closed their eyes and rested their minds. There was still a competition to come, and anyone who could get first place would have a third-class merit.
Three hours later——
Dongxing Mountain Military Headquarters.
This is a temporary venue, and the venue for military exercises changes every year.
This year we will go to Dongxing Mountain.
The truck stopped and all the soldiers jumped out of the truck one after another.
The arms race is just to warm up the field for the following confrontation.
Whichever military region can win more first places will have a much higher morale.
Soon, a large number of soldiers gathered together.
The two commanders stood on the high platform and looked at the tiger and wolf troops under their hands.
Tao Bin took the lead in picking up the microphone and said loudly:
"The North China Military Region needs to let everyone in the military know that we are the strongest army!"
Feng Yingyi grabbed the microphone and shouted to the soldiers:
"It's just the North China Military Region, but our troops in South China don't take it seriously."
"Do the soldiers in South China have the confidence to win?"
A deafening shout:
"have!"
Instructions in the military are different than in school.
If the school leader speaks, it will take at least several hours.
The speeches in the army only have one or two sentences, which are enough to inspire people.
After the end, they will be taken away by each group.
Except for Feilong Battalion, all other battalions belong to a certain regiment.
But the special forces are independent and in a separate place.
In the tent, Liu Shao handed out a piece of paper to everyone.
It is an armament project that we will participate in tomorrow.
Ye Xiaoshu looked at the items above.
Name:
Affiliated troops:
100-meter race with weights【】
Multiple gun shooting【】
Twenty kilometers cross-country【】
Two thousand meter obstacle course [ ]
Please check [ ] in the items you want to participate in.
These projects are specially prepared for special battalions.
Each different battalion's competition events are different. After all, ordinary soldiers cannot compare with special forces in terms of basic physical fitness.
And the special battalion may not be able to maintain and assemble vehicles.
Ye Xiaoshu didn't even think about it, only a child made the choice.
I want them all!
As long as you participate, Battalion Commander Lei will give you 200 pills!
This project only costs 200 spiritual cores. If we win them all, it will be a thousand spiritual cores!
Won first place in all four events, plus participation bonus.
Hey, don't mention how beautiful it is.
After Ye Xiaoshu handed it over, Liu Shao was dumbfounded.
He angrily yelled at him:
"You kid are too overestimating your abilities."
"Are you busy enough to sign up for so many projects at once? Can your physical strength support all the projects?"
Liu Shao suddenly thought of it. . .
Ye Xiaoshu has mineral water, which indeed has unlimited physical strength.
[Negative emotion value from Liu Shao +1000]
"Even if you are busy enough, you are overestimating your capabilities by reporting multiple firearms."
"You have only been in the army for a few days, and I'm afraid you won't even be able to open the safety on many firearms!"
"In case the gun goes off..."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Xiaoshu just patted his shoulder and replied lightly:
"It's okay, I know what's going on."
Liu Shao speaks like this, as if he always smells of gunpowder.
But Ye Xiaoshu knew that this man was just a sharp-tongued person.
He didn't know how to express his concern for his comrades. He just didn't want Ye Xiaoshu to make a fool of himself.
Looking at Ye Xiaoshu's leaving figure, he still looked carefree.
Erwang next to him smiled and said:
"Believe in Brother Ye, he can always create miracles."
Liu Shao smiled bitterly and said:
"This year's opponent is the King of Soldiers, and I don't know where he gets his confidence."
"I hope it's like what you said, to create a miracle."
Nothing happened in the afternoon. Each unit went to the tent to rest after simple training.
Sunday————
The game officially begins.
All participating soldiers lined up.
In the huge open space, the runway is carved out by white lines.
Ye Xiaoshu looked around, thinking that there would be a lot of participants.
The result was just a confrontation between the Feilong Camp and the Sharp Sword Camp.
Each unit only sends ten people, all of whom are elites in the unit.
It's not that you can just check the box and be sent to the competition, but only the elite are qualified to be placed on a higher stage.
Ye Xiaoshu is naturally among them.
Feilongying Standing at the front of the team is Ye Xiaoshu.
Standing at the front of the Sharp Sword Battalion was the Soldier King Long Teng.
The two looked at each other unconsciously.
Ye Xiaoshu looked at Long Teng's body. The camouflage uniform could not cover the extremely powerful muscles.
Those calloused hands were enough to prove how hard the opponent had trained.
The skin shows a tan from long hours in the sun.
Needless to say, this kind of person must be what everyone advocates. . . .
The King of Soldiers, Long Teng!
Long Teng looked at Ye Xiaoshu.
He never looks at the body when looking at people.
Things like muscles and height are all external objects.
He just looks.
And Ye Xiaoshu's eyes made him feel weird.
He couldn't see through the young man in front of him.
His eyes were clearly scattered, but they were as deep as the stars.
It is impossible for an eighteen-year-old to have such a look. Only those who have truly experienced death can have it.
Is it possible that the boy really died once?
Long Teng had seen eyes like this before.
Those are the eyes of a battlefield veteran!