What is it like for recruits to enter military training life?

Actually, it was wrong. I can say responsibly that the recruits are not even bitter at all. First of all, the nature of recruits is adaptive training. At first, it was a training queue, including individual queues and class queues. I just walked around to standardize my posture. The standing leg is a little sore, and it will be a little swollen in severe cases. I was a little tired when I walked forward. I was not allowed to take it back when I was kicked out, so I decided to stay there. Because I had fixed my leg and vomited, I ate a piece of rice noodle in my stomach this morning and hung it on my lips. Is this unbearable? The second theme is to catch the enemy's fist. On the first day of learning this, I was very active and felt that I was finally exposed to martial arts. I tried my best to play straight boxing, hook boxing, swing boxing and hook boxing all day, and then the instructor and monitor looked at us with a sly smile. I got up before dawn the next day, only to know why they laughed badly and their muscles ached all over. The muscles in their ribs are so painful that they can't even swing their arms when walking. And a ligament strain. You sit on the ground, one person holds your body, and the other two people pull your legs out. The whole basketball court is screaming, really screaming, just like killing a pig farm, but is this unbearable? Then there are tactics and obstacle training, which are all physical activities, but the requirements are not too high. Just master the basic methods. In the later stage of tactical training, emergency assembly training will be added, that is, the team leader will blow the whistle in the middle of the night, and people will run several laps after assembly. It is worth mentioning that I don't feel too bitter about emergency gathering, but only if you can't meet a perverted monitor. My monitor is a little abnormal, damn it, at that time we lived in a big dormitory, a house, five bunk beds on the left, class one, five bunk beds on the right, class two, and two and a half rooms in a house. I'm in Class One. My monitor's surname is Yao, and he is very abnormal. The monitor of Class Two is Huang. He is very kind. One night, at about one o'clock in the morning, the dear monitor Yao got up to go to the toilet. When you come back, shout: emergency assembly. Then we get up and get dressed in class one. The people in Class Two were woken up, too, and they all lay watching jokes. The quilt is tied, the shoes are stuffed in the quilt, and the daily necessities are hung on the backpack. After our class assembled, the monitor looked at his watch, then pulled out a few people wearing pants backwards, lectured us as usual and told us to go back to sleep. The whole class untied the quilt, put the shoes under the bed, put the utensils away and went to bed, but they were afraid to take off their clothes and fell asleep like that. The monitor lay down and smoked two cigarettes. No matter whether ginger is old or spicy, the monitor got up slowly and we didn't fall asleep. He threw the cigarette butt out and shouted: Naked emergency assembly! So where do we get up and take off our clothes? One of my fellow villagers ran to the monitor in underwear and asked sincerely: Do you want to take off your underwear? Then the monitor raised his feet and he flew straight out. Three minutes later, our nine heroes stood naked in front of the monitor, not naked, but carrying a backpack. Now that I think about it, these things are very interesting, memorable and not bitter. Is this unbearable? After that, I began to train shooting. How do you say this project? Anyway, in this project, I have always been like a duck to water, and I have not been hit at all. At the end of another shooting, a comrade-in-arms (that is, the goods kicked down by the squad leader) secretly picked up several eggshells and were found, and then all the staff climbed back to the camp. When they returned to the camp, the two-kilometer mountain road was already worn out. But I didn't climb that day and came back by the captain's car (I didn't want to say why, but some people in the comments suspected that I was an informer, in fact, because I got full marks for that shooting. Hate to report. ) Is this unbearable? None of this is a big deal. I'm a little tired, but I don't want to die. Someone even asked me: Is it particularly hard for the first three months of being a soldier, and I will be fine after I get over it? This is nonsense. The real climax is behind, and XinBingLian is just foreplay. It is really a misunderstanding to say that recruits are even suffering, a big misunderstanding. This misunderstanding may be caused by the homesickness of the recruits who have just arrived in the army. They called their families and cried, and their families listened. Shit, it must be hard for a child to cry like this. Then relatives and friends spread the news. When I was a recruit, a song called "Green Flowers in the Army" could make me cry. Later, grandpa died, and I went home and stood at his grave. I feel sad, but I just can't cry. The society thinks that there is another reason for the hardship of recruits, that is, veterans who come home from the army like to say that they have an inexplicable sense of superiority in their hearts. Maybe I said that the veterans are not happy, but it doesn't matter. I also had such a period of time, telling people about the army, saying that the recruits even vomited at the station and fainted after running, and the clothes for emergency assembly were not properly worn, and the testicles were worn out after long-distance training. These are all facts, but everyone who has experienced them knows that in your heart, is it really unbearable pain? Soldiers who have just left the army will feel a little superior, but this is human nature. I hope everyone can forgive this group and their little sense of superiority and vanity. Really cried, out of the company, many soldiers out of the company may not be so tired. However, after my recruit company ended, I went to a checkpoint, and then I went to another training base for intensive training. After three months of intensive training, I went to the plateau for intensive training. Every day, military swimming, carrying logs, long-distance raids, running in off-road vehicles, and surviving in the wild will not be mentioned. More talk, more talk. In short, the second stage of strong training is the real crying. The rifle won't move for a long time. You can try your hand with the mouse and straighten it for ten minutes to see what it feels like. This time is a bit bitter. Let's stop here. I won't talk about the second stage of compulsory training.