Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1283 The End of the Journey, Pure Love

"Pass on the command!"

"No whispering, no asking where we're going!"

"Pass on the command!"

"No whispering, no asking where we're going!"

"..."

Along the desolate and barren highway, soldiers from various recruit companies at the new recruit training base carried flags and marched forward like a long dragon.

Zhao Pengfei was in charge of carrying the flag for the third recruit company and walked at the front.

Despite having been on the road for more than a day, he was in high spirits and full of energy.

Clearly, this kind of sudden, long-distance forced march was a piece of cake for him.

But the new recruits following behind were parched, complaining constantly, and their eyes were vacant and listless.

As military training gradually shifts from a standardized approach to a more combat-oriented one.

There has been an increase in training and assessments based on real combat standards.

Especially long marches would be commonplace.

Someone asked Zhao Pengfei, "Why do you still have to walk when you have troop carriers and other means of transportation?"

Zhao Pengfei's answer was: "Cars will run out of gas and have tire blowouts on the way. Especially during wartime, there will be all kinds of roadblocks, ditches, and shell craters on the road. Cars are unreliable in such situations; only two legs are truly useful."

"Therefore, forced marches are not only a long-standing tradition of our army, but also need to be carried forward and developed by generation after generation."

Hearing Zhao Pengfei's explanation, the company commander of the third recruit company nodded in agreement.

Veterans are veterans; their ideological awareness is just different.

With Zhao Pengfei around, the morale of the new recruits in the Third Company was noticeably better than that of the other companies.

This is what is meant by "having an elder is like having a treasure."

In contrast, in other recruit companies, there was a guy named Dai Hu who was also enlisting for the second time.

But their behavior and conduct are vastly different.

Instead of setting a good example, he repeatedly borrowed money from new recruits, which was simply despicable.

After being severely warned by the company commander, he was ordered to return all the money and publicly apologize for his mistakes.

Some people ask, why can someone like this be drafted back into the military?

The answer is simple: this soldier was a good person in the past. Who would have thought that he would pick up so many bad habits after returning to society?

In addition, during the second visit, they were well-prepared and hid their true intentions well. They even brought out their past medals to build rapport with the comrades in the armed forces department. Who could tell the difference?

It's not like Sun Wukong has fiery eyes that can tell the difference between real and fake at a glance.

......

Because they deliberately chose to march through areas that avoided crowds and urban areas, there weren't many vehicles along the way.

Occasionally, you can see a few large trucks carrying heavy goods passing by, and the drivers will give them a thumbs up and honk their horns.

This is a truck driver's way of showing respect to his fellow soldiers and expressing gratitude for their hard training.

If it were twenty or thirty years ago, there would have been countless hooligans, bandits, and bullies on the streets.

Large trucks traveling on these kinds of roads must carry steel pipes and machetes, otherwise their lives could be in danger at any time.

At that time, there were no cameras, and the area was remote, so all sorts of shady characters colluded with each other, making truck drivers fearful of bandits for a long time.

It is said that later, a military unit stationed nearby heard about this incident and bypassed the local area to wipe out the bandits overnight.

After that, the road became peaceful again, and many passing drivers rushed over to present banners of appreciation and express their condolences...

"Repair in place!"

The order to make repairs was issued.

The new recruits sat down on the ground with their legs feeling like they were broken.

Some drank water, some took out the dry food they had prepared in advance, and others just stared blankly into space.

He seems to be in a state of "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"

In the Third Company, some new recruits couldn't stand the long march any longer and complained, "How long have we been marching? When will this end?"

The other recruits chimed in, "Squad leader, where are we going? We need a destination, right?"

"Yeah, even an iron man couldn't keep going like this, wandering aimlessly!"

Faced with the new recruits' complaints, the squad leader simply told them to stop asking questions.

We'll definitely reach our destination before dark, then everyone can rest.

Then, everyone was encouraged to learn from Zhao Pengfei and see how energetic Comrade Zhao is.

"He's a veteran, we're just greenhorns, how can we compare?"

"Yes, that veteran Zhao is an outstanding people's soldier. We haven't even been awarded ranks yet."

"Old Zhao, you still haven't told us what you were injured and needed to recuperate. Was it from fighting the enemy? I saw scars on your body when I was taking a shower, were those bullet wounds?"

These words were so striking that even the veterans, including the company commander of the third new recruit company, couldn't help but listen intently.

Most soldiers in peacetime have never experienced actual combat; this is both a blessing and a pity.

For soldiers, their final destination is the battlefield.

Their arduous training every day was, frankly speaking, preparation for a war that could come at any time.

Unfortunately, more than 90 percent of the soldiers in the entire army have never experienced a real "war," not even a local skirmish.

Therefore, Zhao Pengfei's body is not covered in scars, but rather a medal of honor on his path to becoming a soldier, and a powerful testament to his strength and ability.

Zhao Pengfei certainly couldn't tell the truth, as it involved confidentiality regulations: "There was a slight accident during training."

The squad leader was somewhat skeptical: "Really? It was just a minor accident?"

Zhao Pengfei: "Otherwise what?"

The class monitor, embarrassed, said, "I thought..."

He paused for a moment, thinking that some things could be said, and some things could not.

So he changed his story, saying that he guessed it must have been an accident during training, probably some kind of reconnaissance or special operations selection.

They simply made do with that, rested for a while, and then continued on their way.

"Pass on the command to train elite troops in real combat!"

"Pass on the password, with, with what again?"

"Real combat training is essential for developing elite troops!"

"Oh, oh, oh, the command! Train elite troops through real combat!"

"Password: Launch a satellite in real combat!"

"Password: Squad leader needs to use a sanitary napkin!"

"Password: The company commander's getting itchy and he can't hold it in anymore. Does anyone have sanitary napkins...?"

The password, passed down by word of mouth, has been modified beyond recognition from beginning to end.

Some were intentional, some were unintentional, but this was the only bit of fun on the monotonous march.

As dusk fell, the new recruits, who had been walking for almost two days, finally arrived at their destination.

Standing on the edge of a mountain that isn't particularly high, with a valley below.

Qiu Guohai walked to the highest point of the mountain, planted a flag in the ground, and addressed all the new and veteran soldiers who were looking at him.

"This is our final destination!"

"Perhaps some people know what happened here, perhaps some people don't."

"For various reasons, it is not convenient to reveal too much here, but you should know that it is enough that our countless comrades fought and died to protect this place!"

Qiu Guohai gripped the flagpole tightly, turned and rushed towards the other side of the valley, shouting at the top of his lungs: "I dedicate this journey to my comrades-in-arms; I offer my pure love to my motherland!"

The new recruits seemed to have come to understand what had happened here and the significance of their mission.

Everyone held hands, forming a long line on the mountaintop, and shouted towards the valley.

The sound echoed through the valley, as if there was a response.

"A pure love, dedicated to the motherland!"

"A pure love, dedicated to the motherland!"

"Dedicated to the motherland, dedicated to the motherland!"