Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 325: Battalion Commander, why did you take the political instructor’s job?

Kick, kick, kick...

While sleeping, Qin Feng suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps.

He opened his eyes slightly, thinking he was dreaming, and closed them again.

But then he heard another round of footsteps.

Qin Feng slowly sat up from the bed and turned on the bedside lamp.

I looked at the watch next to my pillow and it was 4:40 in the morning.

He opened the door with some doubts, and a cool breeze blew in from outside, making Qin Feng rub his arms involuntarily, and he became much more sober.

He came to the corridor and looked downstairs.

But under the street lights, I saw a group of neatly dressed teams running towards the training ground in a hurry.

Qin Feng scratched his head in confusion: "It's not even five o'clock yet, and they're already starting training?"

At this time, the door of a room at the end of the corridor also opened.

Ge Zhiyong, with his head wrapped, also yawned as he walked out of the door.

Obviously he heard the noise outside and came out to see what was going on.

The expression on his face was almost identical to Qin Feng's, his eyes full of confusion.

"What's going on? Have you adjusted their training time?" At this time, Ge Zhiyong found Qin Feng in the corridor, walking towards him in slippers and shorts.

Qin Feng shook his head: "No, it was always half past five before. I guess the instructor adjusted it while we were away?"

Ge Zhiyong frowned and simply went over and knocked on Guo Haitao's door.

Guo Haitao's dormitory was right between the two of them.

dong dong dong...

After knocking for a while, Guo Haitao opened the door sleepily.

Seeing the two people standing outside the door, his face showed sleepiness and confusion.

"Ha~" Guo Haitao opened his mouth wide and yawned loudly, then asked, "It's still dark, what's going on?"

"Old Guo, have you changed your training schedule?" Ge Zhiyong asked directly.

"No?" Guo Haitao shook his head: "Don't you always get up at 5:30?"

"But it's not even five o'clock yet?" Ge Zhiyong grabbed the watch on Qin Feng's wrist and thrust it in his face. "It's only four-fifty, and it's pitch dark. Why are you all already training?"

"Last night, everyone practiced until 11 or 12 o'clock before going to bed. Now they have to get up so early. With only four or five hours of sleep, will the soldiers get enough sleep?"

When Qin Feng heard these words from Ge Zhiyong, he was obviously stunned.

Why does it seem a little bit wrong?

This line is usually said by the instructor.

Guo Haitao glanced at the figures on the training ground in the distance and said with a smile, "It's like this, Lao Ge, I forgot to tell you yesterday. Now the soldiers don't need us to schedule time for them. Everyone is self-motivated and enters the training state early."

Ge Zhiyong glanced at Qin Feng suspiciously and said, "During the days we were away, everyone was so motivated that they even increased their training?"

Guo Haitao chuckled: "Of course, it's mainly because of a little trick I used."

"What little plan?"

"you guess..."

"I guess your grandma!"

Seeing Guo Haitao keeping the secret, Ge Zhiyong immediately felt a little unhappy.

Waking up early already makes people feel unhappy.

It’s even more infuriating that he’s hiding what he’s saying!

But before Guo Haitao could show off for too long, Qin Feng spoke.

"You're going to raise the salaries of the special operations platoon and use them as a benchmark to inspire others?"

"I'll go, can't you just pretend you don't know?"

Guo Haitao stamped his feet in frustration: "At least let me keep it a secret for a while!"

After hearing Qin Feng's words, Ge Zhiyong's eyes turned and he understood instantly.

No wonder he found that the people in the special operations platoon had special meals during dinner yesterday.

The accommodation was also changed to a double room.

It turns out that the idea was to use this method to allow the two groups to encourage each other and make progress together.

This is just like when we were in the recruit company, everyone was competing to see who could get up earlier in order to grab the floating red flag.

This is healthy competition and a scene that all commanders like to see.

"Instructor, although this method is a good one, you have to pull back occasionally. Otherwise, cracks and rifts will still appear over time."

As soon as Qin Feng finished speaking, Guo Haitao nodded: "Don't worry about this, Zhao Pengfei knows his limits, and I will also provide psychological counseling for everyone from time to time."

"However, everyone's enthusiasm is still quite high. There's a saying in the army: don't fight for bread, fight for reputation. No one wants to admit they're not as good as others, so they spontaneously compete with each other."

"They competed in training, eating, and even singing military songs louder. Of course, the special operations platoon had fewer people, so they were bound to lose in the military song singing competition."

After hearing this, the two of them were completely relieved.

Competition is always the main theme of the army.

With the special operations platoon as a living target, everyone will chase after them relentlessly.

After Li Jiasheng and his men felt the crisis, they had to show their true abilities.

Otherwise, you may be squeezed out by others at any time.

That’s right, the number of people in the special operations platoon is not fixed.

When your regular and monthly grades are not up to standard, you will be squeezed out.

Therefore, they have to work harder than others to enjoy better welfare benefits, as well as food and accommodation.

It is under this tremendous pressure that the combined battalion has shown unprecedented vitality and vigor.

......

At around seven in the morning, Ge Zhiyong held his first morning meeting in many days.

The content is very simple, which is that each squad leader gives a summary report on the recent training tasks.

Overall, everyone's training results have improved significantly compared to before.

After the morning meeting, Qin Feng called Zhao Pengfei to his office.

Qin Feng said, "Old squad leader, thank you for your hard work during my absence. Did you encounter any difficult problems in forming the special operations platoon?"

Zhao Pengfei smiled brightly. "It was definitely tricky at the beginning, and we even went astray. Thanks to the instructor's reminder, I was able to correct it in time. But now, it seems that there aren't any major problems, and everyone has made significant progress."

Qin Feng nodded: "The training volume has increased. I have motivation and a sense of crisis. It is normal to make great progress."

He said seriously, "However, the room for improvement may not be so obvious in the future, and they may need a certain amount of external pressure to help them improve."

"Captain, I understand what you're saying. Soldiers who have been to the battlefield differ greatly in their abilities from those who haven't. But the xxx region is currently stable, so it's hard to find any external pressure."

Zhao Pengfei said with some embarrassment: "Besides, even if there is any mission from above, it will definitely be assigned to Lei Bao. Although we are called the Special Operations Platoon in name, we are actually just a small platoon. Compared with the real special forces, there is still a long way to go."

"You can't say that. We have our advantages. The special forces don't have artillery, tanks, or armored vehicles!"

Qin Feng did not feel that he was inferior to others at all. Instead, he felt that he had his own advantages.

He stroked his chin and thought, "It's definitely unrealistic to compete with Lei Bao for missions. After all, he is a veteran special forces. However, maybe we can find some missions from outside."

"Outside?"

......

At the same time, the sentries at the barracks door looked as if they had seen a ghost.

He quickly opened the door and saluted with his chest puffed out like a statue.

One after another, black Audis with small flags on their heads slowly came in from outside.

When the convoy passed by, the sentries didn't even dare to breathe.

When the car drove in, everyone breathed a sigh of relief as if they had been deflated.

A sentry swallowed hard, his face pale as he watched the convoy going away: "Oh my god! They are all generals, even the driver is a colonel, what kind of scene is this......"