My military function points

Chapter 50 Emergency War Preparation!
"Did the fifth squad leader fall down?"

Someone murmured, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

boom!
The entire training ground exploded.

"What the hell! What just happened?"

"It was too fast! I couldn't see it clearly!"

"Old Five was killed in one second?"

As the referee, Zhang Liang rushed over immediately, glanced at Wu Xiaorong on the ground, then looked at Chen Rong, his eyes full of shock.

"Is he okay?"

"fine!"

As Chen Rong spoke, he walked forward, picked up Wu Xiaorong, and lifted him up from behind to wake him up.

He didn't know how many times he had been knocked unconscious by Lu Senbao, so he had this experience.

Just as Wu Xiaorong kicked into the air, Chen Rong took a step forward, struck first and punched the opponent in the triangle area of ​​his jaw.

At this time, Chen Rong had a fighting index of 98, and his strength control was just right, so he was not hurt.

"Fifth squad leader, are you okay?" When Zhang Liang saw Wu Xiaorong wake up, he immediately waved his hand in front of his eyes.

By this time Wu Xiaorong had already realized that he had been KO!
He recalled the scene before he lost consciousness, and felt that the new recruit had raised his momentum to the extreme in an instant. His eyes blurred, and he knew nothing about what happened next.

"Class One wins!"

Seeing that the fifth squad leader was indeed not seriously injured, Zhang Liang announced the result.

Wow! The applause was unprecedentedly enthusiastic.

Chen Rong returned to the queue under everyone's gaze.

Zuo Meng then picked up his chin which had fallen to the ground, stared at Chen Rong with wide eyes, opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.

"Wow, that's awesome! It turns out what the squad leader said is true!" The other soldiers in the squad were also shocked.

They remembered that Liu Chuan had specifically reminded them before he left that when Chen Rong arrived, he should not bully others by relying on his status as a veteran, otherwise he would deserve to suffer.

At first, everyone thought that Chen Rong had a strong background and strong connections, and they were discussing how to help Chen Rong get revenge after he got beaten.

It turns out that it’s not the strong connections that make him so successful, but his strong abilities!
In the corridor on the first floor, Huang Ping and Duan Jiabo looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

The squad leader of the fifth squad was also a martial arts expert, but he was knocked unconscious by Chen Rong in just one encounter!
"I heard that Lu Senbao was shouting at the door before that Chen Rong was Lao Ma's apprentice. I thought this guy was just bragging." Huang Ping said, "It turns out that Chen Rong's fighting skills are really that good!"

Beep!
Zhang Liang blew the whistle at the cafeteria entrance.

"Class one, class three, class four, class eight, class nine, assemble for dinner!"

The five classes that won the drill quickly lined up.

Zhang Liang seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his face: "Deputy of the first squad, come out and lead everyone to sing a song!"

"Yes!"

Zuo Meng stepped out of the line, turned to face everyone, and stretched out his palms to prepare to clap.

In the queue, Chen Rong suddenly realized: Yes, we have to sing before eating!
He almost forgot about it.

"It's a fine morning, ready - sing!"

"It was a fine morning, and the pigeon whistles accompanied the reveille."

Zuo Meng waved his hands vigorously in front. No matter whether the rhythm was right or not, the amplitude of his movements had to be large.

In the queue, Chen Rong was so embarrassed that he opened his mouth but chose to keep it shut.

He can't sing.

Many people also noticed this, but there was no mockery or scrutiny in their eyes when they looked at Chen Rong, because he had just proved himself.

In the army, the strong are always respected, especially in places like the 1st Squadron of the 1st Mobile Division.

After dinner, it was like a tea party was held in Class 1’s room, with wave after wave of people coming to visit.

Zuo Meng distributed cigarettes to everyone one by one, Liu Yu and the others were busy serving tea and water, and Chen Rong was pulled aside by everyone to chat.

Li Guohua sat down on Chen Rong's bed, and Chen Rong's mouth twitched.

"Go over there!" Guo Lin squeezed over and Chen Rong frowned.

"Wow, you are worthy of being the last disciple of Master Ma. I admit I am superior to you!" Wu Xiaorong, who had just finished his meal, also came.

Chen Rong almost cried when he looked at his wrinkled bed sheets.

"Come on, come on, big guys, have a cigarette!" Zuo Meng took out a lighter and lit cigarettes for several squad leaders one by one.

Chen Rong quickly took out the ashtray and held it in his hand. When he saw someone about to flick the ash, he would immediately reach out to catch it.

"Chen Rong, what's so good about being in Class 1? It's inconvenient to do anything." Li Guohua blew out a puff of smoke and said unwillingly, "The team headquarters is next door. If you talk in your sleep at night, the team leader and instructor will hear you. Come to our Class 3!"

Wu Xiaorong: "Come on, isn't your class also on the first floor? Chen Rong, our class is on the second floor, far from the team headquarters."

"I'm on the third floor!" Guo Lin looked at Chen Rong with disdain, "Junior brother, come to Class 9! The mountains are high and the emperor is far away, and Old Huang doesn't come up for a month or so."

"Really? Then I'll ask the communicator to move my bed to Class Nine today!" Huang Ping pushed the door open.

Hurala!
Everyone stood at attention: "Hello, Captain!"

At the same time, everyone was silently cursing Guo Lin for being an idiot: He knew that the team headquarters was next door, yet he still spoke so loudly.

"Go back and take a nap!" Huang Ping pointed at the people and cursed, "It's so smoky, I can't stand it even in the next room!"

Everyone was frantically extinguishing their cigarette butts in the ashtray. Wu Xiaorong, who was farthest away from Chen Rong, made up his mind and crushed the cigarette butt with his fingers.

Chen Rong felt very uncomfortable looking at the cigarette ashes floating all over the ground.

After the visitors had left, Huang Ping looked at Chen Rong for a while and asked with a smile, "Chen Rong, you are about 1.8 meters tall, right?"

"Report, yes!"

Huang Ping nodded: "Well, there will be a basketball game tomorrow afternoon. One team will be for cadres and soldiers, and the other team will be for backbones. You will be counted as one of them."

This is how it is during the preparatory period. There are few people, so the training task is not heavy. Basically, we train for half a day and rest for half a day.

"Captain, I don't know how to play basketball!" Chen Rong said quickly.

"As long as you can beat people." Huang Ping didn't care.

Chen Rong: “???”

"Zuo Meng, you can teach Chen Rong the basic rules later. He will start tomorrow afternoon."

"Yes!"

Huang Ping left after saying this.

At 2:30 p.m. the next day, Zuo Meng took Chen Rong to the basketball court alone.

"Have you never played basketball before?" Zuo Meng threw the basketball towards Chen Rong and asked.

Chen Rong hugged him and shook his head: "No."

He had a poor physique in his life and had never been on the court. When he was at the base, there were only him, Ma Shouliang and Lu Senbao, and they couldn't fight even if they wanted to.

As for his previous life, he only touched it a few times during physical education class and couldn't even dribble a ball.

Zuo Meng knew the captain's intention of letting Chen Rong play, so he briefly explained the basic rules of basketball to him and told him what he should do after he entered the court.

"Come on, throw two and feel it for yourself."

"it is good!"

At around 3:30, students from each class came down one after another, carrying small stools and sitting around the basketball court.

beep! ! !
Zuo Meng, who acted as the referee, blew the whistle, signaling the players from both teams to enter the field.

As for a warm-up? Nonexistent.

The cadres and soldiers team included squadron leader Huang Ping, platoon leader Zhang Liang, and three soldiers including Chen Rong.

The core team consists of five non-commissioned officers.

At the beginning of the game, Li Guohua dribbled the ball across half court and Chen Rong immediately followed him.

This is what Zuo Meng taught him before: attack whoever has the ball.

When Li Guohua saw Chen Rong coming, his face changed and he passed the ball to Guo Lin from a distance.

Chen Rong immediately turned around to defend, but Guo Lin had already shaken off an opponent and entered the three-point zone in two steps, and was about to score a layup.

Squadron leader Huang Ping rushed over from the side, grabbed Guo Lin's neck and threw him over his shoulder.

Chen Rong was shocked. Is this how you play basketball?
At this time, the ball fell to the ground and everyone rushed up. Wu Xiaorong took the opportunity to kick Huang Ping in the thigh.

Finally, with the help of Chen Rong, Huang Ping finally grabbed the ball and immediately organized a counterattack.

Toot toot! ! !
A quick whistle sounded and everyone stopped and looked at the referee.

Huang Ping's face darkened and he started to curse at Zuo Meng:
"What the hell are you calling the foul for? Where did I commit a foul? This is a good shot, don't you understand?"

Zuo Meng held the whistle with a confused look on his face: "I didn't blow it?"

Huang Ping was stunned and immediately looked towards the direction of the dormitory building.

At the door of the combat duty room on the second floor, the second platoon leader on duty had already stuck his head out of the window and shouted loudly:

"Divisional command, the first squadron is on emergency combat readiness!!!"

(End of this chapter)