There was a saying among the soldiers, "It's better to run five kilometers than to run four hundred meters."
Ever since the first day Qu Sen walked into the military camp, he had heard this famous saying from the mouths of all kinds of veterans.
However, this saying was very confusing to the newbies who had just stepped into the military camp and were riding on Millennium's coattails.
They really couldn't understand it. It was just four hundred meters. Even if they jumped and jumped, it couldn't be compared to five kilometers of armed cross-country running. After all, the feeling of suffocating lungs and floating legs after a five kilometer run was too painful.
Soon, as the training for the 400-meter steeplechase began, a large group of idiots wearing training uniforms with short hair that exposed their heads realized how accurate the words of their seniors were.
Running, climbing, flipping, and moving. The 400-meter steeplechase required the cooperation of every muscle in the body to complete. If you wanted to complete it in two minutes to two and a half minutes, there was no other possibility other than risking your life.
The most terrible thing was that if you relaxed your concentration for even the slightest moment during the entire process, not only would you fail to meet the passing mark, there was also a high possibility of injury.
Even if you could successfully complete the steeplechase, the numbness in your mouth, the soreness in your limbs, and the twitching of every muscle in your body would definitely make it impossible for you to relax even if you were standing, sitting, or lying down.
Of course, there were many talented veterans in our army. A long time ago, they discovered the best relaxing posture — the dog prone position.
The so-called dog prone position, as the name implied, was to lie on the ground like a dog and rely on the knees and elbows to support the body. This would allow the body to relax to the greatest extent and calm the twitching muscles of the whole body.
Now, Qu Sen was lying on the grass in this position, gasping for breath. However, his right knee had hit when he jumped into the trench earlier. Now, he could only rely on his left knee to support his body. His right leg was half-stretched to the side.
Therefore, the dog prone position became the "dog peeing position."
"Medic, hurry up and take a look!" The instructor of the recruit company shouted.
The medic carrying a medical box jogged over. He flipped Qu Sen over and rolled up his trousers to check his knee. He then let Qu Sen move a little and concluded, "It's okay. It won't affect the walk."
"Do you know why you were injured?" The new recruit company's Company Commander, who was nervously observing the situation, immediately had a fierce look on his face when he heard this. His loud voice exploded beside Qu Sen's ears.
"I didn't get the gist of the moves …" Qu Sen replied weakly.
"Bullshit!" Before Qu Sen could finish his words, the company commander exploded. He pointed at Qu Sen's nose and roared, "Rhythm, rhythm, the rhythm is unreasonable. How many times have I told you? Are your ears for breathing?"
"…"
Qu Sen's knee did not hurt as much after a while. He moved his right knee slightly and felt that the situation was just as the medic said. There was no big problem.
His knees were fine, but his head was throbbing from the company commander's shouts. Fortunately, the instructor came to the rescue in time. He winked at Qu Sen's squad leader, Liao Genzhu, and persuaded the company commander to leave.
After all, there were so many new recruits in the new recruit company. You can't just train them to death.
Liao Genzhu smiled as he watched the company commander leave. He squatted down and patted Qu Sen's shoulder, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Qu Sen rubbed his knee and shook his head.
"You just got injured, don't keep rubbing. Rest for a while and get up to walk a few steps." Liao Genzhu stopped Qu Sen from rubbing his knee. He then turned his head and looked at the company commander. He smiled and asked, "Did you scare our company commander?"
"No." Qu Sen squeezed out a smile and shook his head.
"Don't be fooled by his fierce look. He thinks highly of you. Do you know how much you ran just now? "Liao Genzhu's simple and honest face showed a rare evil smile.
"How much?"
"One minute and fifty-three!" Liao Genzhu gave an exaggerated number and said with pity, "If your mistake didn't affect the second half of the race, you wouldn't have a problem running one minute and forty. If you put in more effort, you might even be able to run one minute and thirty."
Two minutes and a half for the 400-meter return and two minutes of excellent performance. If one could run within the range of 1: 30 to 1: 40, it would definitely be a top-notch result.
As a new recruit, Qu Sen had the chance to run one minute and forty. It could be said that he had a bright future.
With a bright future and a small injury, there would always be some benefits. Therefore, on the weekend when the company was cleaning, Qu Sen got a light job — looking at clothes in the drying yard.
Looking at clothes was not only a comfortable job, but there was also an advantage. He could use the IC card phone around the drying yard to his heart's content.
Under normal circumstances, if he wanted to call home, he would have to stand in a long line with a limited number of minutes. Now that he finally had this opportunity, Qu Sen naturally wouldn't let it go. When there were only a dozen or so IC cards left, Qu Sen realized that he couldn't continue the conversation.
An unfamiliar but somewhat familiar veteran was rummaging through Qu Sen's "field" with his hat crooked and half a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He was holding a training uniform that had obviously been washed countless times in his hand.
The reason why they had to watch the clothes being hung up was that they were afraid that the wind would blow them away. The other reason was that there were always some veterans who "accidentally" mixed up their old military uniforms or bedsheets with the recruits'.
Qu Sen's job today was naturally to prevent this kind of thing from happening.
"Squad leader, what are you doing?" After all, he was a veteran, and his body was dark and lean. His whole body exuded an aura that said, "I'm not to be trifled with". Therefore, Qu Sen used a half-joking tone to shout.
"Go away!" The veteran glanced at Qu Sen from the corner of his eye. He spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth and reached out to grab a training uniform with a number that he had already chosen.
"Hey, squad leader, the name of the uniform is written on it." When Qu Sen saw the situation, he hurriedly took two steps forward and grabbed the uniform that the veteran pulled off from the line.
The veteran glared and threw the old uniform in his hand at Qu Sen's head. Qu Sen was about to reach out and pull it away, but his stomach hurt and he bumped into the drying pole behind him.
"You don't have any f * cking eyes!" Seeing that Qu Sen was clenching his teeth from the collision, the veteran cursed and turned around to leave.
Qu Sen inexplicably took a kick. He was furious. He stood up with the help of the drying pole, pointed at the veteran and yelled, "Stop right there."
"Go away, idiot." The veteran didn't stop walking and cursed again without turning his head.
"F * ck!" Qu Sen was so angry that the blood vessels on his forehead were throbbing. He took a step forward and chased after the veteran.
When the veteran heard the footsteps behind him, he turned his head and his cheek met with Qu Sen's fist.
After the muffled sound of a fist hitting flesh, the veteran took two steps back. His ferocious nature was aroused. Instead of retreating, he advanced and grabbed Qu Sen's collar. He threw Qu Sen to the ground and nimbly rode on top of Qu Sen. He swung his hand and slapped Qu Sen's face.
"Pa!"
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