Although the non-commissioned officers' techniques were precise and did not inflict internal injuries on the male soldiers in the recruit camp, the strength and pain were solid.

The second ancestor Leng Aochen's performance was unexpected, he seemed to be the most squeamish, but he turned out to be particularly durable, with a handsome face, tense muscles to resist the fight, and calm.

Perhaps since he was a child, he has regarded fights as a daily routine, and he is accustomed to training to fight against hits.

Doing the pull-ups quickly, he kept glancing at the female soldier, unaware of the sticks on his body.

The little fox has always refused to suffer, and if she can't stop fighting, it doesn't exist for her, and he is really worried that she will habitually punch the instructor in the face.

If you hit someone, you will be slapped, fox, you have to be patient, don't be impulsive.

Jian Ning was next to Ye Yuchen, and Leng Aochen also glanced at her by the way, she would definitely cry again today......

Comparatively speaking, Xiao Lu, an electronic countermeasures soldier, is now simply confused.

As a technical soldier, he has always been the only one who has caused trouble for others, and he has never tasted the taste of being beaten.

The wooden stick struck, and he subconsciously blocked, and he was injured in the elbow, and he just wanted to scold his mother.

Be his class enemy!

", Lao Tzu will never be ...... again Damn, it hurts! I won't teach you to climb over the wall again, and I won't let you rub the net...... Damn, what a fight!"

"Don't think about it in the future...... Maintain normal communication signal ......"

Conspicuous red marks soon covered his increasingly lean torso.

After a few minutes, Xiao Lu, who was beaten by fat, couldn't talk poorly, and the pain left him with only a muffled snort.

"Bang, bang, bang......" The muffled sound of the wooden stick hitting the muscles and the unbearable shouts of the male soldiers made Wen Zhan unbearable to look at him.

As a journalist, when he saw the female soldiers being beaten, he tried his best to protest against such a brutal training to resist the beating.

Now seeing the training method of male soldiers, he suddenly realized that the legendary glory and exploits of War Eagle were not talents, not specialties, but forged with countless hardships and blood, and were a small number of ordinary soldiers, through unimaginable cruel training, to make themselves the most special and powerful existence.

Wen Zhan's camera turned to the female soldiers he paid special attention to, and the screams of the female soldiers came and went, and he was distressed when he heard it.

The iron-clad chief instructor had a grim face, dark eyes, and the foot target in his hand kept pumping on the cute female soldier codenamed Fox.

Just based on his expression, Wen Zhan couldn't tell his mood, but as a man, he knew that the fox was the female soldier he cared about the most.

Perhaps, it is precisely because that is the person he cares about the most that he will do it himself.

Since the pain can't be avoided, it's better to let him face it himself than to let others do it.

This is tantamount to an ordeal, if one of her smiles can make him brighter in an instant, then in the same way, a tear of hers will burn the tip of his heart.

Ye Yuchen is really too strong, no matter what the female soldiers around her cry like, she clenched her teeth, didn't cry or shout, and held back.

She stubbornly did sit-ups, getting knocked down and getting up again, getting up and falling again, over and over again.

Sweat was like rain, soaking through the training clothes on my body.

Every time Leng Junrui hit, she could feel the reaction force of the foot target hitting her.

The strength was slightly sore, making his palms ache like karmic fire.

At this moment, he wished that his arm was numb, and that he could bear ten times the pain of hers.

Another heavy blow, Ye Yuchen slammed back to the ground, because his body was crooked, he fell outside the training mat, and the back of his head hit the concrete floor hard, making a thudding sound.

Leng Junrui only felt that his throat was very blocked, and it was difficult to even breathe.

But she still didn't say a word, she didn't shed tears, she just carried it like that.

Leng Junrui's arm, unable to control it any longer, began to tremble slightly, and the sponge foot target was so heavy that his heart throbbed.

He hesitated to give her time to buffer the pain.

Ye Yuchen, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his big eyes that could speak and looked straight at him.

The corners of her eyes were already red, her eyes were bloodshot, her long eyelashes fluttered, and she had suppressed tears for a long time, but she refused to break out.

"Do you hate me?" Leng Junrui blurted out as his brain heated.

Ye Yuchen's curly hair was all drenched with sweat, turning into strands of tangled messy hair, and every time he sat up, he would inevitably throw out a string of sweat beads.

Ye Yuchen used all his strength and shouted loudly: "Instructor, you fight, fight harder, fight harder!

Leng Junrui stared at her eyes for a moment, clenched his foot and waved it down.

The foot target rebounded, Ye Yuchen fell again, and Leng Junrui's palm was numb.

"Are you afraid?" Leng Junrui asked sharply.

Ye Yuchen gasped, the pain in her abdomen almost tore her abdominal cavity apart, her ears were buzzing, but she could hear his low and suppressed voice.

After a little relief, she pulled herself up again for the next round of strikes.

"I'm not afraid, instructor, I'm not afraid!" she wanted to say, with him there, she was fearless.

She was only afraid that he would release the water, but she was afraid that he would not hit hard enough.

She is only afraid that because of her, people will criticize him for unfair training, and she is only afraid that she is not strong enough to catch up with him!

"Why aren't you afraid?" Leng Junrui was shocked by her tenacity, and asked in amazement.

"Because you are for my good, because I believe in you!" Ye Yuchen just didn't cry, didn't cry out in pain, and his voice was hoarse.

She held back.

Sweat flowed into the corners of her mouth, bitter and indescribable, but her heart was hot.

He looked at her with such pity and helplessness, even if it was for him, she had to carry this training.

"Instructor, you fight, the heavier the better, don't let people say that our war eagles are all bad seeds!"

"You fight!"

None of the female soldiers of the armored division led by Xiao Lan begged for mercy, and none of them withdrew, although they were all in tears, although their images were embarrassed, they all carried it.

With a crying voice, they shouted slogans in unison and counted their sit-ups.

Every time you complete one, it's a little medal of pride!

Ye Yuchen's blood was surging wildly all over her body, she was excited, she regarded pain as motivation, she liked such adversity, admired her comrades-in-arms, and preferred such a resolute instructor.

Leng Junrui's heart was hot, and he hit her harder than the other, and it hurt her in his heart, but he couldn't help but be proud of her.

His strength, he knows, even Deng Yuan is afraid of ...... But she didn't beg for mercy, and she wouldn't be weak at this time.

Good girl!

has been going around and around as a human being, and she has always been the only one who understands him best.

In the footage of Wen Zhan, there are such tragic scenes everywhere, time seems to be frozen, and everything around it becomes slow motion.

Instructor Yuan Huilin held her head in her hands and took the lead in shouting the slogan of the War Eagle Recruit Battalion: "Young eagles fight a hundred battles, and soldiers are fearless!"

Hot-blooded youth, only for the soul of the army!"

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