Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1133 Is this your line?

"First of all, welcome everyone to the Frunze Military Academy."

"Let me introduce myself. I'm your learning and communication consultant, Bovanov Haravich Irad. If that sounds confusing, just call me Bovanov."

In the academy lounge, Lieutenant Colonel Povanov was welcoming the cadets and soldiers from the Yan country in Chinese with a strong Russian accent.

As cooperative and friendly neighbors, Russia and China often carry out exchange and learning programs to promote in-depth cultural exchanges.

In previous years, the various military academies of the Russian Federation would also send personnel to local troops of the Yan Country, or excellent military academies such as the University of Science and Technology of China and the Army Command, to carry out exchanges and studies.

When he was young, Povanov also visited Yan Country many times. He was particularly interested in the local culture and customs, especially the rapid development speed.

"Later, I will solemnly introduce the foundation of our Frunze Military Academy over the years, as well as the military skills that every officer must firmly master."

"This is our foundation, and it is also the basis for our army's bravery and fighting ability..."

Hearing this, everyone in the communication team became excited.

Although the learning and exchange period is only fifteen days, if we can learn from others’ advantages and strengths in this limited time, this is the real significance of this trip.

The fighting styles of the armies of different countries are different, so naturally the education models of military academies are also different.

Although Russian-style counter-terrorism is often ridiculed, it also indirectly reflects the tough fighting style of the Russian soldiers who will never compromise and will fight to the end.

Even Qi Meng and Wu Jin were curious about what military skills this Povanov exchange consultant would demonstrate next.

Povanov bent down and took out a pair of military leather shoes, a brush, and a black shoe polish from under the bed.

Then, he said to everyone with a serious face: "The first lesson today is what I want to teach you, how to polish shoes."

"????"

Everyone was stunned.

They all turned their attention to the teacher leading the team.

The teacher was a little embarrassed, but didn't say much.

Because this training is indeed an old tradition and skill of Frunze.

Povanov said seriously, "We believe that good shoe-shining standards can reflect the excellence of a soldier."

"Leather shoes must be dusted first, then polished. Use a brush to spread the polish evenly, then use a professional shoe polish cloth..."

Povanov not only explained, but also demonstrated his shoe-polishing skills to everyone in detail during the process.

Their techniques are professional, their eyes are serious, and their attitude is extremely earnest; they are even more meticulous than they are in maintaining their guns.

In a short while, an old pair of wrinkled leather shoes was polished to a shiny finish.

It can even capture human figures.

Looking at Povanov's serious and proud look.

All the students in the exchange team forced out an awkward yet polite smile.

They really feel that the world is a global village.

We make quilts at home, and the quilts are required to be square and have sharp edges.

This is when you polish your leather shoes. They must be shiny and bright, reflecting your reflection, without a single wrinkle.

After demonstrating the classic subjects, Povanov left. As soon as he left, everyone started talking about him.

"I really feel like I've gone abroad, but not completely."

"Yeah, the consultant was so serious about it earlier, I thought it was going to be something incredible, but this is it?"

"When it comes to leading and training troops, the core remains the same. What seems useless is actually being used by several major countries in the world. This is the method."

"Teacher, are we just going to learn how to polish shoes in the next few days?"

Everyone looked at the teacher in charge, who shook his head and said with a smile.

"I'll keep my heart in my stomach. I won't let you come all the way here just to learn this."

"Our military blankets and shoe polishing are similar in nature, so there's no need to learn from others."

"My schedule for the next few days will be very full. In addition to being able to sit in on their professional classes and open classes, I will also be able to observe their training."

"Next week, we will have special military lectures, a musical celebrating the Red Era, tasting authentic Russian food, and visiting and learning about the history of the Red and Soviet Union during World War II and the history of weapons research..."

After listening to the leader's explanation, everyone had an expression of anticipation on their face.

But Qi Meng and Wu Jin's performance was okay, because they had already benefited from Qin Feng's help in these later projects when they first arrived, and had a brief experience of them.

In contrast, they were more interested in seeing how the local combined arms forces and special forces fought and trained...

Only through comparison and learning can we make progress. Humbly learning has always been our advantage and strength.

"Okay, now everyone take out your leather shoes and shoe polish and simply feel them and get a feel for them."

"Yes."

"Hey, is there a shoe brush missing? I'll go get another one."

As soon as the instructor walked out of the lounge, the third-year student who had been leading the sarcastic remarks started teasing him again.

"Hey, I originally prepared a lot of things, but I didn't expect to add two more suddenly."

"It's not that they weren't welcoming enough, it's that some of us insisted on squeezing in."

"Sun, shut your stinky mouth!"

Wu Jin had a bad temper to begin with, and if Qi Meng hadn't persuaded him along the way, he would have lost his temper long ago.

"Damn it, you're just going to keep on ranting, aren't you? You really think you're so great, but someone like you can't even get into our office!"

"Yo yo yo, he's anxious, he's anxious."

The soldier named Sun Chen was still joking with a smile.

Seeing that Qi Meng remained silent, Wu Jin pushed him hard and said, "Speak up! Why are you being so silent at this moment?"

Qi Meng was diligently polishing his leather shoes. He looked up at him and said in a slightly bored tone, "Too childish. I don't want to talk about it."

Wu Jin rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Are you fucking possessed, or do you have a split personality?

Is this your line?

Why do you learn from Qin Feng when there are so many people to learn from? Do you understand what he is learning?

Seeing that the two stopped talking, the student named Sun Chen thought that the two had squeezed in and was too guilty to speak.

But he had no idea that his little experience in theory was not worth mentioning in front of two practical soldiers.

......

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

Domestically, in the intensive care unit of a PLA General Hospital.

The sound of medical equipment dripping rhythmically.

The ventilator's air pump works up and down, providing oxygen to the patient on the bed.

The sound of footsteps kept ringing in my ears, and the loud military songs kept lingering in my mind.

On the hospital bed, Zhao Pengfei, who was connected to an oxygen tube, had his eyelids twitching twice before he finally slowly opened his eyes...