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Chapter 1573 Ran Qilin's Shock
Ran Qilin was completely unaware that his own research institute was welcoming a visit from the head of state, as he was not in the institute at that time.

……

Xicheng, in a certain military compound.

"One, two, one, one, two, one, three, four~!"

Loud slogans came from far away, and a team marched past Ran Qilin in an orderly manner.

Ran Qilin, who was wearing the Type 65 military uniform, subconsciously raised his arm quickly and solemnly returned the salute when the leading officer saluted as he passed by.

He made a fool of himself when he first arrived at the military compound.

In his eyes, the uniforms of officers and soldiers were the same and it was difficult to tell them apart.

It was not until one day during a meal that he humbly asked a soldier in the kitchen for advice and learned that the military uniforms were differentiated by the number of pockets - the ones with two pockets were soldiers' uniforms, and the ones with four pockets were officers' uniforms.

The team walked away amid passionate slogans. Ran Qilin walked to the side of the road and sat on the cement curb.

He leaned over and picked up a dogtail grass, holding it in his mouth out of boredom.

Not far away, soldiers from a certain company were conducting an outdoor bombing test.

The wooden-handled training bullets were thrown powerfully by the soldiers, and they flew through the sky like arrows, drawing graceful arcs in the air, and then fell heavily on the ground in the distance.

The ground had already been marked with rulers in advance, and the person in charge of the assessment only needed to take a rough glance at the landing point to accurately report the throwing distance and report to the team in a loud voice.

"Forty-nine~!"

"Fifty-seven~!"

The entire assessment process was orderly and the soldiers' bomb-throwing postures were unique.

Some of them leaned back with a large angle, using the strength of their waist and abdomen to throw the training bullet with all their might; others bounced lightly on the spot, trying to increase the throwing height.

There are even left-handed soldiers, and although their movements are different from others, it does not affect the power of their bombs at all.

Ran Qilin was not sure how many meters the passing standard for the bomb throwing test was, but looking back, no one's score was less than 40 meters.

He couldn't help but feel eager to try it. If he hadn't felt that he was too old and worried about straining his waist by using too much force, he would have probably given it a try right now.

As the assessment was coming to an end, one or two soldiers with poor performance were taken to a nearby tree by their squad leader.

The squad leader skillfully tied the backpack rope to the tree and asked the soldiers who did not meet the standard to hold the rope tightly and practice the grenade throwing action repeatedly.

This was completely different from Ran Qilin's impression of the scenes in the American army where instructors would scold the recruits in person, belittle them and even describe them as sewer cockroaches.

When he first joined the army, he thought the training methods were roughly the same, but now it seems that the training atmosphere here is obviously gentler and full of humane care.

"My own soldiers~!" Ran Qilin murmured in a low voice.

Compared to when he wore this military uniform in the research institute, he felt an even stronger sense of identity with the meaning of this uniform when he was in the military compound.

He seemed to gradually understand why the enemy soldiers were beaten black and blue on the battlefield on the peninsula.

In this daily training that seems dull yet full of life, in every inadvertent detail, he seems to have glimpsed the inner vein of this unit and the secret of its efficient operation like a precision machine.

At this time, the five-kilometer armed assessment kicked off not far away.

The soldiers were seen wearing brand new bulletproof vests, with water bottles and satchels tied around their waists, steel helmets on their heads, steel guns in their hands, and magazine belts on their chests stuffed full of live ammunition.

Being fully armed like this was quite heavy, and the liberation shoes on their feet slammed heavily on the ground, making dull and powerful footsteps.

The soldiers ran round and round along the designated route. Whether it was intentional or due to the terrain, there were uphill and downhill sections in the five-kilometer route.

When going uphill, the soldiers gritted their teeth, bared their teeth, and tried their best to climb up. When going downhill, their legs swung rapidly, with a frequency that made it almost impossible to see the movements.

"Oh, this bulletproof vest is too heavy. Who on earth came up with this idea?" a soldier complained breathlessly. "Who cares who came up with this idea? Can you go and argue with them? Can you do it? If not, I'll help you push it uphill!" The comrade next to him laughed and joked.

"Get lost! Don't underestimate me!" the soldier responded unyieldingly.

The soldiers' conversation came clearly into Ran Qilin's ears. He lowered his head slightly, and a barely perceptible embarrassment flashed across his face.

After all, this bulletproof vest was made by their research institute. Now it seems that it has inadvertently added a considerable training burden to these young soldiers.

Round and round, the soldiers with good physical fitness still maintained the speed of sprinting and moved forward bravely, while the soldiers with weaker physical fitness had already turned red in the face, their tongues stuck out unconsciously, and their steps became heavier.

The few soldiers who fell behind were running with difficulty and vomiting continuously, but they never stopped and continued to persevere tenaciously.

Obviously, the newly added bulletproof vests have greatly increased the intensity of training, which is a huge test for the soldiers' physical fitness and willpower.

After a five-kilometer armed run, the soldiers who were full of energy and laughing before now all looked like eggplants hit by frost and had no spirit.

Some of them had their heads down, looking exhausted; some sat on the side of the road, pounding their aching calves hard.

This event is different from bomb throwing. For bomb throwing training, Ran Qilin still dared to fantasize about it, but for the five-kilometer armed race, Ran Qilin was very self-aware and he was afraid that he could not even run half a lap.

Although I was also wearing a military uniform, I was probably the one with the worst physical fitness in this compound.

"Chief, wait a minute, it's time to eat, look~!"

Jin Kailai, who saved Ran Qilin's life, seemed to have become the battalion's communicator. He was responsible for Ran Qilin's daily life and found his way from the division dormitory to the training ground.

"It's okay, Squad Leader Jin, I want to ask, that is, how much are their, that is, your salary?"

Standing up and brushing the dust off his butt, Ran Qilin was very curious about the soldiers over there who had just finished running five kilometers. How high a salary could make those soldiers give it such a high effort? After each run, they felt like they had lost half their life.

Jin Kailai didn't know why Ran Qilin asked these questions. He scratched his head and looked at the place where Ran Qilin pointed.
"Conscripts are paid about six or seven yuan or seven or eight yuan for the first three years of enlistment. For those like me who become non-commissioned officers in the fourth year, it's ten yuan~!"

"Ah, so low?"

Ran Qilin looked incredulous. The factory workers' salaries were basically around 30 or 40 yuan, but his salary was only 100 yuan a month. It was hard to imagine that being a soldier was so hard but the salary was so low.

You know, in places where soldiers are recruited abroad, the recruitment salary is almost one hundred dollars a month.

"We didn't join the army for the money~!"

Jin Kailai was surprised by Ran Qilin's surprise. For a rural child, being able to become a soldier was already a great achievement.

"What is that for?"

"To defend our country, it is an honor to wear this military uniform!"

As Jin Kailai spoke, he patted his military uniform, his eyes full of pride. He seemed not to care at all about the amount of his allowance. Food and accommodation were provided, and training was a bit hard, but it was much easier than farming.

"When my family sent me to join the army, they told me to work hard in the army and contribute to the country. I must not let down this military uniform, and I must not let down the expectations of my fellow villagers."

Ran Qilin listened quietly, with ripples in his heart.

He looked at the simple soldier in front of him and recalled the various scenes he had seen in the military compound during this period. The figures training hard, the scenes of mutual help, and the tenacious expressions of the soldiers who faced the arduous training without complaint, all appeared in his mind one by one.

He became increasingly aware that the strength of this army lies far more than superficial training and discipline, but rather in the burning love for home and country in the hearts of every soldier.

"When can I go back?"

At this moment, Ran Qilin, who was earning a salary of 100 yuan, wanted to return to his laboratory urgently for some reason.

A hundred yuan salary per month was not much in his eyes, but compared to those soldiers, he got paid without doing any work. In comparison, it was really unworthy of the military uniform for him to get this high salary without doing any work.

"I don't know either, Commander. Don't worry. Once everything is settled, you can go back naturally. You are safe here with us now~!"

(End of this chapter)