My military function points

Chapter 18: Fighting for the venue, fighting confrontation!
When the lights were about to be turned off at night, Liu Chuan came to the logistics class carrying a watermelon.

Lu Senbao's eyes lit up: "What a good thing! Where did you get it from?"

"I bought it on the way here." Liu Chuan handed the melon to Chen Rong: "Soak it in the pool for a while!"

"okay!"

"Abao, didn't you have dinner?" Liu Chuan asked curiously when he saw Lu Senbao holding instant noodles.

It would be fine if he didn't mention it, but once he did, Lu Senbao got angry: "I just don't understand, aren't the people from the Sichuan-Chongqing Corps afraid of getting hemorrhoids? Do they have to put chili in their cooking?"

"I've lived for more than 20 years, and this is the first time I've seen chili peppers in braised pork and sweet and sour spare ribs!"

Liu Chuan smiled and looked at Lu Senbao: "Last time, Lao Ma asked the captain for bullets, saying that you needed to train and prepare for the big competition? Now the list of participants has not been reported yet, how about replacing you?"

Lu Senbao and Ma Shouliang exchanged glances and asked, "Chuanzi, was it King Xu who asked you to ask this?"

"Just tell me whether you want to come or not?"

Lu Senbao shook his head: "I won't go! You know how good I am at running obstacles. I will only hold you back if I go. Besides, it's meaningless even if I can get first place in shooting. I don't plan to be promoted."

"We are planning to give up the 400-meter hurdles event. Whether we are individuals or a team, our hopes of taking first place are slim."

Liu Chuan took the cigarette handed to him by Ma Shouliang, lit it and took a puff.

Neither Ma Shouliang nor Lu Senbao spoke.

"Actually, I hope you can play, so that our division can at least get first place in shooting." Liu Chuan continued.

"Why, you have no confidence in other projects this year?" Ma Shouliang heard the implication of Liu Chuan's words and asked with a frown.

Liu Chuan sighed: "This year, the Xinjiang Region Team and the Snow Region Team have both sent people here, and there are so many talented people! Now the captain wants to focus on climbing, but the hope is not great."

"Fuck! We haven't even started the competition yet and you're already saying such discouraging things?" Lu Senbao cursed directly:

"You are the only one in our anti-terrorist team who is still following King Xu, right? You, Liu Chuan, were a top soldier in the team back then, so why are you such a coward now?"

"What are you afraid of? Who can guarantee that they won't perform poorly during a competition? You just know that you will lose to Luo Wei?"

"I'm not afraid!" Liu Chuan looked at Lu Senbao: "I just want you to go up and get an extra place. A Bao, I know you are unhappy that the captain transferred you to Lao Ma, but..."

"I said I won't go!" Lu Senbao interrupted Liu Chuan and pointed at the door: "If you really don't have confidence in the shooting event, let him go."

Chen Rong, who had just arrived at the door holding a watermelon, was stunned.

"I?"

Liu Chuan was also confused by Lu Senbao's words: "Who? Chen Rong? Apart from the specially recruited athletes, have you ever seen new recruits participating in a competition?

Are you kidding me? Don’t you know what the shooting score of Chen Rong’s recruit company is? "

Lu Senbao smiled and said nothing.

Liu Chuan felt something was wrong because Ma Shouliang looked calm and did not think this was a ridiculous proposal at all.

"Old Ma, what's going on?"

"The bullets we sent last time were actually for Chen Rong. He has used them all." Ma Shouliang smiled.

"Ah?" Liu Chuan opened his mouth wide.

"Little Rongrong, don't just stand there, kill the melons quickly, I'm dying of thirst!" Lu Senbao urged, turned his head to look at Liu Chuan, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Chuanzi, I tell you the truth, Xiao Rongrong was taught by me personally, and his current shooting level is definitely comparable to yours!"

"You and King Xu were both wrong. You threw a sharpshooter into the logistics team! Humph, it's fortunate that Lao Ma and I had a keen eye for talent."

Lu Senbao began to talk incessantly, and Liu Chuan felt like he was listening to a mystery.

"Sergeant, have some watermelon!" Chen Rong blushed and shyly handed over a piece of watermelon.

The deputy class leader exaggerated too much, and in his eyes he was almost a genius that only appears once in a century.

Liu Chuan came back to his senses, took the watermelon and glanced at Chen Rong, then looked at Ma Shouliang and Lu Senbao, and said suddenly: "I understand, you want the captain to pay attention to Chen Rong."

Ma Shouliang was chewing a watermelon. Hearing this, he wiped his mouth and said, "Of course. How can such a good seedling stay with me forever?"

"Sergeant, I'm feeling very good here," Chen Rong understood what Ma Shouliang meant and said immediately.

Lu Senbao interrupted him: "The logistics team is for the elderly, not for new recruits like you. You'll be useless if you stay here!"

"Let's talk about this later." Liu Chuan was a little embarrassed: "No matter whether what you said is true or not, even if Abao doesn't go, I can't just push Chen Rong, a new recruit, up there!"

Over the next two days, participating teams arrived one after another, and the base became completely bustling with excitement.

As a medical worker, Chen Rong walks around the training ground every day, and the medicines in the medicine box are consumed rapidly every day.

He finally understood what Lu Senbao meant when he said, 'Everyone who comes here is a soldier king'.

Fly downstairs, do a big swing on the single and double bars, jump through a dog hole, and disassemble and assemble guns with your eyes closed.
These people performed actions that were even more exaggerated than those in the movies with ease, which dazzled him.

Chen Rong originally thought that his physical fitness index of 35 was good enough, until he saw someone running 10000 meters to warm up under the scorching sun at noon, and then sprinting 800 meters. Only then did he realize what it meant that there are always people better than you.

The track and field field, obstacle course, climbing gym, and all other venues are filled with people sweating profusely while practicing from morning to night. Even late at night, bursts of gunfire can be heard coming from the shooting range.

All teams were racing against time to adapt to the venue, and at one point there was even a situation where several teams were competing for one venue.

At this time, each team will send one person out wearing protective gear for a fighting match, and the winner will get the right to use the venue for two hours.

"Don't be afraid of the opponent's whip kick, resist it!"

"Take him!"

"Come on! That kid's lower body is unstable, throw him down!"

That afternoon, dozens of people formed a circle in the open space downstairs of the climbing training ground, shouting and cheering one after another, and Lu Senbao shouted particularly vigorously.

Xu Ke had just finished his nap when he heard on the intercom that people from the Xinjiang Region Corps and the Guangdong-Guangxi Corps were coming to grab the venue, so he rushed over immediately.

"Lu Senbao, what are you doing here?"

As soon as Xu Ke finished speaking, he saw Ma Shouliang and Liu Chuan in the crowd, and he couldn't help but feel even more puzzled: "Liu Chuan, why are you just watching? Who went up there?"

Seeing Xu Yanwang coming, Lu Senbao immediately shut his mouth and tried his best to hide aside.

Xu Ke glanced at the crowd outside and found that all eight members of the 1st Mobile Division were there. He suddenly had a bad feeling and immediately walked forward and stretched out his hand to push the soldiers blocking his way to both sides. The scene in the middle of the circle appeared before his eyes.

Three figures wrapped tightly in protective gear were moving around warily of each other. It seemed that they had just fought but no one was victorious.

Suddenly, Xu Ke's expression changed.

One of the figures had a crooked rank of private on his shoulder!
(End of this chapter)