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The intense training and the long hours of sunlight had turned all the soldiers into the color of the sky within two weeks.

Of course, I am no exception.

At night, when he was sleeping, some of his comrades would talk in their sleep and have nightmares, even being inexplicably scared awake.

If there is one word to describe our ready-made state, it is' nervousness', and if you have to add an adjective to it, it is' high tension '.

Both mentally and physically, he was experiencing an unprecedented torment! Every day we spent in the midst of curses from the instructors and the military cadets. The huge playground was soaked in our blood and sweat. Can not boast

The training intensity of the troops is no less than that of the special scouts! "Here, we will undergo intensive training in tactics, formation, shooting, boxing, physical fitness, and so on."

Undertake special security and teaching methods. Twenty-four hours a day, four hours of peaceful rest, is our greatest hope.

Even eating is a risky investment here. "The leaders of the student army, use a different method to torment us. Either the duck steps into the dining hall, or the elimination system will be implemented. All the soldiers will be divided into classes and served together."

Only the fastest runner of each class was qualified to eat in the cafeteria. The rest would be repeated and eliminated in the same way. The slowest runner had to go through a dozen or so rounds of sprinting …

Only then would he be qualified to eat in the cafeteria. At this time, the high burden of sprinting had almost made him spit out all his internal organs!

As for food, it could only be described as being 'fed to pigs'. Every day, they were like white cabbage and white radish. Being able to occasionally find a piece of meat in the dish was even less likely than winning the lottery. Even so, the dishes are still there

If they didn't have enough to eat, many of their comrades even gave up their dignity. Holding the leftover vegetable soup in front of their faces, they used their tongues to lick the soup that stuck to the bottom of the plate. But just this little bit of soup, if you want to put

When he drank it into his own stomach, he also needed to pay attention to strategy. After all, the entire table of comrade-in-arms was thinking of using it to reward him. As a result, there were always a few people who ate steamed buns while cooking …

He stared at the plate until the last piece was taken, then quickly reached out and took it over, bringing the leftover soup to himself and enjoying it. As for the steamed buns, they might not even be worth mentioning …

As a steamed bun, it was more appropriate to call it 'rock' or 'dough pimples'. I really don't know where the soldiers' cooks came from. It doesn't matter if the steamed buns are handsome or not, but the steamed buns must be steamed …

It was as hard as a rock, or it could be steamed to the point that it was like a pimple on a face, or it could be used to shape all sorts of animals. This cooking skill was truly unprecedented and would never come again.

It was just as the military instructors had said. Coming to the army, one had to suffer until the limit was reached that ordinary people could not endure.

Whether it is eating, drinking or sleeping, we cannot escape the control and difficulty of the army leaders.

Truly, if I hadn't experienced it personally, I wouldn't have been able to imagine how much damage the military leadership's crooked moves could have done.

Take food. Our dining hall is right next to the guard dining room... We ate radish and cabbage every day. There was not a bit of oily water in the soup. But the guys at the guard station have meat every day

Eating and drinking, every meal had a dozen dishes. Every time we smell the fragrance of the dishes drifting out from their dining hall, or see the delicacies placed on the table, that 'hate' in our hearts …

In theory, although the student army and the guard team were both places where the Secret Service trained their talent, they were still not on the same level. The best the student team can do when they go out is be captain, but if the guard team goes out, that's okay

He was a legitimate national special forces guard! The legendary Zhongnanhai bodyguard!

Indeed, we can't compare. No matter how you looked at it, it was impossible to compare.

Furthermore, he didn't even expect to compete in anything.

Of course, for many unfair treatment, we can treat it as an incentive!

In adversity, the only thing to do was to turn injustice into motivation and trek resolutely towards the goal ahead. Although the work and life of the army be hard, the latent passion In everyone be stir up

Come out, you are all men of iron and iron, who is afraid of who is willing to submit to who?

Of course, there were also some 'pampered' veterans who had been sent away from the government. They could not bear the hardships of the student army, so they gave up their dignity and returned to their original units.

Very few people were able to adapt to high-intensity training, while the rest tried their best to avoid it. They would either pretend to be sick or pretend to be 'stupid'.

To a certain extent, such high-intensity training is definitely not a small challenge for us men. Most of the time, the thing in a man's crotch is a tortured man

A human tool. It was hard to avoid being squeezed when you were training with a rifle, but who would have thought that in the course of training with a high intensity and sweating, your crotch would be covered in sweat?

If there was another five or ten kilometers of cross-country travel, the bitter days of his lifeblood would be plunged into a torturous state.

The student soldiers with slightly thicker legs were especially miserable.

His underwear was completely wet, and his crotch was covered in sweat. While running, his legs and his vitals were rubbing against each other at a high frequency. There was a problem with the friction: the skin at the base of both legs and even at the base of his vitals had been broken

Coupled with the permeation of the sweat, the burning smell was like a handful of highly purified chili concoction thrown onto a wound.

Of course, this was still considered light! My condition was worse, my crotch had been grinded blood-red day after day. I repeatedly trained and sweated. Who knew how many times my sweat and wounds had fused together. "Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe …" "Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe"

At first, the pain and discomfort were tolerable, even negligible in a state of passionate training. However, the lesion soon became more and more severe, to the point that it started to itch severely.

It was festering. He quietly reached his hand in during his free time and scratched a few times, but the more he scratched, the more itchy it became.

Of course, there are many soldiers who have similar situations to me, but everyone has to bear with it. This endurance relied on a type of willpower!

He had thought that during the previous training, he had dug a small hole to give his lifeblood a safe haven, allowing it to successfully escape. But now, the second son of our family's bitter days must continue.

In just a few days, I was no longer able to walk in my normal posture. The pain from that part of his body was no longer simply a physical torture. In the course of long distance running training, a lot of the soldiers are like me and start

Try to turn on the legs horn to minimize friction between the thigh and the second son. Although doing so would slightly alleviate the situation, it was not a long-term solution. Moreover, no matter how much one's legs separated, one's lifeblood couldn't …

It can completely get rid of the friction at the base of the thigh.

When the condition of the crotch continued to sublimate, it was already difficult to relieve the pain by relying on the horn and legs alone!

That kind of unforgettable torment was enough to make me, Li Zheng, remember it for the rest of my life.

Later on, a comrade of mine who was as talented as me invented a simple and feasible contingency plan!

When the situation in our crotch was extremely serious, we were willing to go all out! While running, he held the second brother in one hand and tried to control the friction between him and the base of his thigh. "Hey, this is a really good plan!"

It worked, but once it was promoted, a lot of the soldiers started to follow suit.

However, this method did harm Da Ya.

If it wasn't for such a large extent, no one would be willing to give up their dignity and lead a life of reminiscing about their second brother.

Moreover, as time passed, a large number of middle-level workers came to the military training camp to receive their military training. Following that, there would be more and more university students coming to train here. If not for them

'Existence! They are all men! It wouldn't be a big deal for us to run while carrying our second brother, but if the military training staff are seen by our female comrades, our Central Security Bureau will always be famous! '

The number one was about to be completely destroyed!

But other than that, there is no other way to avoid the hardships of our second son. Unless, the army cancelled high-intensity training and long-distance running!

But that was impossible!

Running to warm up in the sports field, he brushed past the training staff in the middle school. Chinese staff are basically all women comrades, the main job is to serve the head of the central government and high-level government agencies. pass by

At the time, they had a fresh fragrance on them; but we had a smell of sweat on them. What was even more humiliating was that some female employees simply covered their noses and hands until they ran dozens of meters away before they let go …

Smell.

However, this is nothing. Under the high level of training, we are all a group of 'stinking men'.

In reality, these female workers come from all over the country. They are just like us, who have gone through all kinds of rigorous examinations and medical examinations, regardless of their appearance or figure, just randomly pick one …

It could anger Lin Zhiling to death. After all, their positions are just as special as ours. They are related to the country and the government, so it isn't strange for them to have strict requirements in every aspect.

Thus, the biggest hope that these bunch of old bachelors, who have been tormented to the point of living through death every day, have to take a look at these limited edition beauties. We are very envious of the teachings that have been given to them

A large group of veteran soldiers, being with a beauty every day, didn't feel any pain even if their voices were hoarse.

For us, it was the greatest luxury.

But we also know that this is a fantasy.

Even though Instructor Black-Face had repeatedly emphasized that now that the female employees of the military training had arrived, we had to restrain ourselves as much as possible. We should not hold the number two in our hands while doing nothing, as it would seriously affect the image of the soldiers! "But no one has ever been decayed in the crotch.

A patient would never experience such pain and itchiness. What kind of torture was this? Therefore, when they passed by these female workers, there would always be people who could not help but mention the number two to slow him down …

Relieving the pain from the friction between the root of the thigh and Lao Er.

Of course, instructor Blackface was an experienced person as well, and he was well aware of some of the difficulties that the soldiers faced. Therefore, even if there really were some soldiers who reached out a little to lift it, they would pretend not to see it. in order to avoid being seen by the women

Ugwu couldn't help but mention Ol 'Two, and we tried a variety of methods, such as putting Ol' Two on a plastic bag, putting a bit of toilet paper in the crotch like a woman … in almost every way possible

Yes, but with little success. In the end, the widespread promotion is to put a few toilet paper in the crotch, although the effect is not too obvious, but it is still better than no pad.

After that, the military cadres could no longer bear to watch any further. On the weekend night, they began to arrange a few military instructors and cadres from the Central District to get to the bottom of the situation.

The black-faced instructor held a small red book and was in charge of supervising our team.

Dozens of soldiers lined up in the corridor, ready to be tested by their leaders.

The dozen or so of our soldiers were the first batch. When we were ordered by the sector captain to take off our clothes, the black-faced instructor was stunned!

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of an almost imperceptible brightness in his eyes.