109 five bags of recruits

Unfortunately, the attack of the inspectors was really too light. When Qingkanzi rushed out of the canteen, the kid had hit more than 30 inspectors soldiers and was rushing in the direction of the battalion commander, while the remaining inspectors pains to stop the kid from letting him go. The boy was fast and fierce, and almost all the same comrades he fought with him. He was put down face to face. If he gets the battalion commander, I really don't know what will happen!

"Stop! You bastard, stop it!" Qingkanzi is also an old soldier. As soon as he saw the situation on the field, he knew that the little guy was not at a loss, but if he was asked to threaten the battalion commander, it would be equivalent to tearing his face, and there was really no room for turning back.

Hearing the shout of Qingkanzi, the kid immediately stopped and burped out with satisfaction.

As soon as the kid stopped, the remaining inspection soldiers immediately retreated to the battalion commander and protected him. The new recruit of Qingkanzi was not only physically strong, but also hard enough. It was the first time that a person in this new barracks still won against 30 or 40 inspection soldiers.

"Your Excellency..." Qingkanzi quickly ran to the battalion commander and was rudely interrupted by the battalion commander as soon as he wanted to plead for the ghost.

"Don't talk nonsense! You brought the little monkey to my office and let's talk about how to deal with him!" After saying that, the battalion commander turned around and quickly walked away

"Look at his mother, hurry up and train me!" The battalion commander's words made the onlookers suddenly spread into birds and beasts, and the playground became active again.

The battalion commander's room was in the bungalow not far from the flagpole. The kid stood straight at the door, and Qingkanzi was discussing with the battalion commander in the room.

"That's right, he turned over dozens of my brothers alone!"

"Oh, battalion commander, it's all my fault. I didn't have time to tell him the rules of the barracks. The battalion commander, you have to punish me..."

"Why did I punish you? I have already fought. That boy is indeed a talent and can really fight! But you can't be punished just because you are a person, and you must be punished! Otherwise, no one in our camp can defeat this boy! As you know, sitting on the military flag, I will give you face if I don't drive him back.

The kid stood outside the door and curled his lips. He didn't expect to cause trouble in this new barracks. Instead, he wanted to stay longer to understand the humanistic situation on the mainland.

The so-called punishment in the new barracks doesn't pay attention to it at all, just as a new way to exercise. Walking on tiptoe has begun to achieve results. At least the kid's calves and ankles hurt desperately, but this boy also has a lot of strength. Anyway, his body will not cause permanent damage. He endures to see what kind of results such exercise can bring to him.

Qingkanzi and the battalion commander pleaded and patted the table for a long time. The kid was finally dragged to the purgatory, five sticks and five bags, and he became the most unlucky guy in the new barracks.

Maybe it's because they lost face by the kid, and the five sticks of the inspector didn't release water at all, but because Qingkanzi was supervising next to him, they didn't play black hands. Otherwise, the five sticks would hit you in the same position, and even if they didn't hurt your bones, they would beat you a lot.

The kid inhaled the cold air and raised the broken shield with his hands. The stimulation of the physical recovery ability to the pain was not reduced at all. These five strokes made the kid sweat coldly. Fortunately, his strong bones still supported his body and could still stand stubbornly on the platform and hold up the sand bag.

When five bags were built up, the kid felt as if he was holding a wild boar, which was estimated to be no less than an adult wild boar.

He clasped the pattern on the shield with his hands and slowly opened his feet to the same width as his shoulders. The kid slowly pricked a horse step to teach him. Unfortunately, his buttocks hurt so much that he dared not squat down. The kid could only straighten his waist to prevent his trousers from strangling the wound. If it hadn't been for the influence of his buttocks, he really had the intention to show everyone in this purgatory. Play the horse-step kung fu with both hands.

For four hours, the kid usually pricked a horse for so long. With hard bones, the kid hasn't used much energy to support these sandbags.

Several inspectors guarded with sticks and a bad smile on their faces, waiting for the kid to throw down the sandbag. According to the rules of the new barracks, if you drop a few sandbags, you will be hit by a few sticks, and then you have to continue to lift them.

Qingkanzi also pulled the team to the purgatory platform for training, and most of his attention was still on the kid. He dreamed of such a good seedling! Now a cucumber that not only has excellent physical strength, but also fights is a fierce general, which makes Qingkanzi, a fierce man, like it even more. He likes to fight and run like this. Only such soldiers can survive on the battlefield.

The little ghost held up the sandbag for four hours without moving, making the inspectors who wanted to find faults suddenly stop. Even a strong soldier could not stand under such a heavy pressure after being so easily, but the little man in front of him was completed, and it was perfectly completed!

When the kid threw away the sandbag and walked down the purgatory platform, the inspector's eyes still showed resentment but admiration. The barracks believed in force the most, and his fists were big enough to win the respect of many people.

Qingkanzi has been waiting for the kid to come down. Seeing that the boy could stand up for four hours, he couldn't help but crack the corners of his mouth. He was also worried that the kid's thin body could not withstand this almost the highest level of punishment. Qingkanzi had even contacted the medical office to set a bed for him. The inspector's group of animals If you are taught a lesson by the kid, you will definitely not be convinced. At first, the five sticks have their own supervision, but they won't play anything, but if the kid drops the sandbag halfway, he doesn't know how many sticks he will be hit next.

"Haha, good boy!" Qingkanzi laughed and patted the kid's shoulder: "How's your buttocks? Does it hurt?"

The kid nodded honestly. The group of animals of the inspectors were really real. He felt as if he had been hit by a wild boar several times.

"Let's go and follow me to the medical office to get some medicine. Don't worry, you'll be fine after a few days. It won't hurt your muscles and bones." Qingkanzi took the kid to the medical office like spoiling his own son and found a military doctor to wipe the medicine mud. Qingkanzi also specially told the kid not to get water in his buttocks for two or three days and sleep on his stomach. The carefulness almost took care of the kid like an old hen hugging the little ghost.

The days of the new barracks live as usual. The events of the kid are as ordinary as other farce in the new barracks, which is nothing more than adding a little gossip to everyone.

"Assemble!" With the shout of Qingkanzi, the recruit team quickly stood in two rows in front of him, and the cowhide armor on his body became the standard equipment for daily training, and everyone worked hard to get familiar with it.

"Well, it looks like a soldier," Qingkanzi looked at the two rows of thin recruits in cowhide armor and nodded slightly. At least these tender melons passed the queue.

"I'll tell you about this knife today." Qingkanzi specially brought a saber today, and he pulled out the knife as he spoke.

"This is the standard army knife made by Hasting. This is the knife handle used to hold the knife, and it can also be held with both hands; this is a hand guard to prevent it from being cut into the hand by the other party; this is the blade, this side is the blade, and this side is the back." Qingkanzi said while fiddling with the saber in his hand. In order to explain clearly that he did not carry a knife embryo like a recruit, the one in his hand was a real guy.

"It's also very simple to use a knife, this is cutting, this is cutting, this is cutting, this is a thorn!" Qingkanzi continued to chop and cut with a saber. In fact, he also knew in his heart that he would definitely go to various technical departments to study with these recruits in the end. He may not have a chance to touch the real knife in his life. Touching the kitchen knife is almost the same.

"In the army, whether it is an archer or an axe soldier in the future, the most weapons must be seen are such a saber! You tender melon must learn to use it and be familiar with it. If the country needs it in the future, you must pick it up and cut people immediately!" Although he said this, Qingkanzi always has another idea in his mind every time he says this: if it's really his turn to take knives to the battlefield, Hastings is really going to be finished.

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PS: I'm a little busy at the end of the year, so the update time has been changed to 13 o'clock and 20 o'clock. I hope you have a good time reading!