The Iron Abacus Force is an anomaly in the army, a civilian among civilians, and its members are generally younger. Apart from wearing military uniforms, they are actually not much different from ordinary primary school students. There is almost no military training, only physical education classes.

Nan Wuwei is an outlier among outliers. He runs 5.2 kilometers of cross-country every day. It’s not that he can only run so far, but that his physical condition is only suitable for running this distance. Any further distance will cause damage to his knees.

and can lead to unhealthy development.

How could Nan Yi not care about his son's health? From the day Nan Wuwei started practicing martial arts, his physical condition has been monitored and his daily training volume has been carefully calculated.

After dinner, after finishing his digestion, Nan Wuwei came to the playground again, jumped on the horizontal bar and performed the second exercise of abdominal circle. I saw him spinning around the horizontal bar with his hands and abdomen as the center point. It seemed that he was not struggling at all.

With ease.

Circle after circle, after more than one hundred and twenty circles, although he still had some energy left, he still stopped. He couldn't stop, and the skin on his knuckles had been worn a little, and if he continued to do it, he would just touch his body.

Fight to death.

Nan Wuwei is still young and cannot frequently touch the word "willpower" when it comes to physical training. To put it harshly, pushing the limit can also be said to be an overdraft of vitality. Nan Wuwei does not need to be in such a hurry. He has enough time to take it step by step.

Take your time.

"Nan Wuwei, have you ever thought about being a real soldier?" Chen Guotao stood in the distance and watched Nan Wuwei get off the horizontal bar, then walked closer and said.

"Brother Guotao, you want to scare people to death. You come here quietly every time."

"Don't pretend, I know your ears are very good. If I ask you something, please answer me seriously." Chen Guotao said seriously.

Nan Wuwei hesitated and said, "I haven't thought about it yet. My father wants me to win honor for him and get first-class merit while I'm alive. I want to get two or three, and I'm working on it."

"Starting to brag again. You have a chance to win one first-class merit. Just participate in an international competition and win the championship. Don't even think about two. You will probably only be able to win the second-class merit the second time."

As Chen Guotao said this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. If he wanted to get first-class merit, he would have to risk his life.

"Get one for the competition, and another for the others."

"Others?" Chen Guotao thought of the cryptography tome he saw in the afternoon, "You don't want to make a difference in cryptography, do you?"

"Can't you?" Nan Wuwei laughed.

"Theoretically, it's possible. Our country's cryptography is much behind that of the West. If you want to make achievements in this area, it's not difficult to get first-class merit. But can you do it?"

"If you don't work hard, how will you know if it will work?"

Chen Guotao gave a thumbs up, "Okay, I wish you success. If you stay in the army, I will have to call you chief in a few years."

Being in the same school, Chen Guotao naturally knew the situation of the Iron Abacus Army. Members have a maximum age limit. Once they reach the age, they must either retire or study for another four years of formal military courses. Like him, after graduation, he will become a lieutenant deputy company and become a platoon leader.

Get started.

Chen Guotao loves the army and wants to stay in the army for the rest of his life. At the same time, he also hopes that top talents like Nan Wuwei will stay in the army.

Nan Wuwei chatted with Chen Guotao for a while, and when he had rested enough, he lay down on the ground again and started doing push-ups.

The push-ups he did were a little different from the regular push-ups. Instead of one or two body movements, up and down, there were six movements. He raised his body high with his hands, clapped his hands in front of his chest with his hands off the ground, and then lowered his hands to the ground and raised his body high again.

Push up, keep your toes on the ground, and clap your hands behind your hips; land your hands on the ground again, use your hands and feet on the ground at the same time, and your body will rise into the air.

So over and over again, up and down.

A layman can see the fun, and an expert can see the door. Nan Wuwei's movements seem simple, as if anyone can do it, but Chen Guotao knows that to do Nan Wuwei's kind of push-ups, you need to have strong core strength. He has learned to do it, and almost did it.

Injure yourself.

Chen Guotao watched, waited, and counted silently in his mind. Yesterday, Nan Wuwei did 141 sets, which was about 423 times. According to the rules he summarized, today is the day when Nan Wuwei increases the number, and he should do 143 sets.

As Chen Guotao expected, Nan Wuwei stopped after doing 143 sets, moved his body a few times, lay down on the ground again, and said to Chen Guotao with a smile: "Brother Guotao, it's your turn."

Chen Guotao smiled helplessly, came to Nan Wuwei, grabbed one of his hands, kneaded and patted it, "I will be leaving for internship in the army soon. After I leave, who will you find to give you a massage?"

"In September there will be new recruits coming, just grab any one."

"You, stop bullying the new comers, or they will attack you."

"Hey, I'm still a child, are they embarrassed?" Nan Wuwei knew very well that age was his advantage, and other student soldiers would really be at a disadvantage if they wanted to play with him.

"Ghostly." Chen Guotao finished pressing one hand and then changed his hand, "The school will hold a shooting competition soon, go and cheer for me then."

"If I don't go, I won't have a chance to play. I haven't touched a gun for a month and my hands are raw."

"If I let you hit the target once, you would dare to shoot hundreds of bullets. As a civilian, who dares to ask you to waste like this? Just wait and wait. When the teacher is in a good mood, he will let you shoot again." Chen Guotao paused.

After a moment, he said again: "You said you learned shooting from your dad. How is your dad's shooting level?"

"It's not bad. My dad likes shooting. He shoots thousands of rounds every time. He just doesn't have much talent. The bullets he shoots are enough to feed several top snipers."

Before Nan Wuwei joined the army, Nan Yi had told him that when he got to the army, he could show off his abilities to the full without having to hide them. However, he should not talk too much about family matters, especially about Nan Yi.

After all, Nan Yi was very hesitant about Nan Wuwei's future. He thought rationally and calmly that entering politics was the most suitable path for Nan Wuwei. However, Nan Yi also had a military complex in his heart, so he thought joining the army would be a good choice for Nan Wuwei.

Nan Yi was very torn in his heart, a little letting Nan Wuwei choose one of the two, but he was also afraid that once Nan Wuwei joined the army, he would give him the greatest honor. How could he not feel sorry for his own son.

No matter how highly enlightened a person is, it is impossible for him to laugh out loud when his son is glorious, let alone someone like Nanyi who does not have a very high consciousness.

"It's impossible. With your dad's style of fighting, even a pig can become a sharpshooter. There's no way your dad's shooting skills are bad. Tell me, did your dad ever serve as a soldier and go to the front line?"

"Brother Guotao, you think too highly of my father. He only served as a militiaman." Nan Wuwei pulled his hand back and said, "Press your waist more."

Chen Guotao patted Nan Wuwei on the waist and said with a smile: "Didn't your father tell you that children are waistless?"

"My dad also said that I picked it up from the trash can. I can't believe some of what adults say."

"Haha, you kid."

Chen Guotao liked Nan Wuwei, and Nan Wuwei also liked Chen Guotao. As the two got along, they developed a feeling of eldest brother and younger brother, and the buds of a comradeship grew.

Habits and comfort zones are very scary things. Nan Wuwei has been exercising for seven years. At the same time, he is slowly falling into the comfort zone of getting up. Maybe as time goes by, his future will be the only option left.

Unlike Nan Wuwei, who was slightly sublimated, Nan Yi still circled around one-third of an acre of "Xiaonan".

Returning to the guest room, Nan Yi fed Nan Ruoqi some fish paste, stayed in the room for a while, and observed whether she had abdominal distension, but found no abnormalities. After soaking in her feces, she left the guest room.

Return to the casino.

After walking around, Nan Yi found Zhao Shixian at a gambling table decorated with gold flowers.

There was a tense fight at the gambling table. There were five people participating in the battle, Zhao Shixian, Bo Qiong who surprised Nanyi, Liu Jiajia, an unknown woman, and a man who should be lucky.

There is a scar on the man's face diagonally from the eyebrow on the left downward to the temple, which is slightly black. Judging from the shape of the scar and the downward angle, Nan Yi has two judgments in his mind: lying with his head buried in the ground, he was hit by a shell

shrapnel; scratched by long-distance sniping or machine gun bullets.

No matter what the possibility is, the man has a high probability of having served in the military, and stray bullets don't have long eyes. The probability of getting into the flesh is much higher than the probability of passing by, so the man's luck will definitely not be bad.

Nan Yi remembered the man's face and gave him a codename - Gun Scar.

Nan Yi knew Liu Jiajia, and although he and Bo Qiong did not know each other formally, they knew who each other was. They knew three people at the same table, and they were playing the game of Jinhua, which was easy to use the rules to bully the few.

He did not approach the gambling table, but stood three meters away to watch the game.

Judging from the chips on the gambling table, they should be at the bottom of one thousand, and the lowest bet of boring is one thousand. This should be Bo Qiong's banker, because when she came here, she threw another two thousand on the gambling table, and the total number of chips instantly

It became twelve thousand.

Bo Qiong's next wife was Liu Jiajia, but she hesitated and threw out two thousand.

Nan Yi counted Liu Jiajia's chips and found that the total was less than 300,000. Compared with others, the chips were pitifully small. Bo Qiong had over 2 million. According to the order of betting, Zhao Shixian had about 1.6 million. Stranger

There are about three million women and two million gun scars.

Zhao Shixian and the strange woman casually threw out two thousand chips one after another. When they arrived at Gun Scar, he laughed and said, "You don't even look at the cards, okay, I'll raise, four thousand."

Gun Scar is the last one, and the four people in front of him are all bored. It means that he is using four thousand to fight for eight thousand, instead of giving two thousand more than others. If he wins the card, it is very cost-effective.

When we came to the banker Boqiong, she quietly threw eight thousand dollars on the table.

Liu Jiajia struggled in her heart for a while, resisting the urge to look at the cards, and became bored.

Zhao Shixian, the strange woman was still straightforward and followed directly.

"Hahaha, it's interesting, it's really interesting. Once I met four heroes among the women, I raised my bet to see which heroine saw the cards first. I was so bored, twenty thousand."

The maximum is 20,000, so the maximum bet should be four, five, or sixty thousand, between two and three times. Any higher would be unfair to those who follow after seeing the cards.

Bo Qiong still didn't look at the cards and simply followed. Liu Jiajia was stuck here for a long time, but he still followed. Zhao Shixian and the strange woman followed one after another. The turn turned to Liu Jiajia again, her hand was deadlocked between the chips and the cards.

After waiting for a long time, he gritted his teeth and threw out another 20,000 chips.

Instead, when she arrived at Zhao Shixian's place, she decisively picked up the cards on the table, took a quick look, and threw 50,000 chips on the table, "The cards are good, I'll follow, you continue to be bored."

"Sister, if you want to play the third card, let me help you carry it." The strange woman chuckled and threw out 20,000 chips.

The bigger the bet, the more bored people, and the people who look at the cards early have a greater chance of losing. Especially when the cards in their hands are only pairs, the probability of a bored person getting a big pair or a straight is very high.

High. Moreover, if you follow suit, after the dull person reads the cards, more than one family will follow, and the pair in the hand of the person who read the cards early is basically dead.

If there are a lot of chips on the table and the small pairs keep up, it is easy to be killed by the blind players. There are two or three companies that are always boring and don't look at the cards. The small pairs are really getting colder the more they follow, and any one of them will come out.

The big pair is dead.

There are too many boring circles. Anyway, a lot of chips have been scattered. Most people will not be reluctant to use the chips to open the cards. If there is an ace among the three cards, the card will be opened. If the person watching the cards likes to steal the chicken, there may even be a card.

The cards will be drawn, this varies from person to person.

Gun Scar, Bo Qiong was still following. When she got to Liu Jiajia, she didn't dare to follow anymore. She picked up the cards, went through the standard card-checking process, put the cards back on the table, and quietly threw out 50,000.

chips.
To be continued...