The Hell Training Base is unfamiliar to the twenty people standing on the playground at the moment, and the training methods here are also unfamiliar to them.

Therefore, when the instructor started training at the time of assembly, everyone was a little uncomfortable, very suddenly, so that they did not have a trace of preparation time. For a while, the twenty people quickly dispersed, forming a circle, looking at each other vigilantly, and no one moved.

Of course, the parties are not in a hurry, and it can be said that no one is stupid. Just kidding, no one wants to be beaten up on the first day they come to this ghost place, or the kind that can't stand up after being beaten.

The instructor stood aside, seeing that everyone showed no sign of moving, and was a little angry. "You have ten minutes to end the fight, or I'll help you myself. The instructor said coldly.

Wang Yang couldn't help but shudder when he heard the cold voice.

Under the strong pressure of the instructor, finally someone couldn't hold back his hands. It is difficult to finish at the beginning, with the first person to do it, there will be a second and a third, and everyone has found their opponents, and the scene has become chaotic for a while.

The first to arrive was a European man who was about to be 1.9 meters, the big man roared angrily, stretched out his right hand and grabbed a person standing next to him, the person he caught was trying to break free, and the big man quickly swung out his left fist on the strong face door, and suddenly fell heavily to the ground, fell to the ground, and kept spitting blood out of his mouth.

The big man didn't look at the man on the ground again, but scanned the crowd, looking for the next target. That gaze is like a wolf looking for its prey, which makes people feel frightened.

Wang Yang looked at the man on the ground, the corners of his eyes twitched violently, thinking that the strength of this punch was quite heavy, and it was estimated that it would not be much better if it hit him.

Just as Wang Yang was thinking, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fist shadow next to him attacking him. Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Yang immediately stepped back and narrowly avoided the punch. The attacking man didn't expect Wang Yang to dodge in time, and he was not in a hurry to close his fist, Wang Yang saw that the opportunity was coming, and immediately turned his fist into a palm knife, and used all his strength to slash at the attacker's arm, and the man let out a painful scream in pain. Wang Yang didn't give him a chance to breathe, and his left hand quickly clenched his fist and hit the opponent's waist, which is a relatively soft place in the human body, and the person couldn't stand up with that hard punch.

After knocking down a person, a layer of sweat had already appeared in Wang Yang's head, it was so dangerous just now, if he hadn't reacted in time, the person who fell at this moment would have been him. Shaking his slightly numb arm, he turned his gaze to the center of the field, where everyone was besieging the European man, and sure enough, it was a shot in the head.

It's only been two minutes and no less than four people have fallen, Wang Yang thought a little and joined the battle circle to beat the European big man, this big man just now brought a huge punch to Wang Yang, he must be solved first, I believe that other people think the same way, two fists are hard to beat four feet, and the big man fell to the ground for about a minute.

In the group fight, the courage of the empty man is obviously to suffer, and this European man is the best column when he is beaten by everyone.

Suddenly, with a "bang", Wang Yang secretly said that it was broken, he obviously felt that the back of his head was hit hard, and it was dark in front of him, and he tried to blink his eyes, but he still couldn't see anything clearly, he couldn't see anything. The situation became dangerous, without hesitation Wang Yang chose to escape, did not take two steps, and felt that his clothes were grabbed, and then he was punched in the stomach, Wang Yang fell to the ground in pain and covered his stomach, he tried to curl up his body, holding his head in his hands, and was kicked several times on his back.

It hurts, it hurts, that kind of pain Wang Yang hasn't felt for so many years, suddenly his eyes seem to be able to see things, his vision slowly changes from blurry to clear, he sees that no one walks past him, he also sees someone falling. But it still hurts, and the beads of sweat in his head keep sliding down his face, obviously Wang Yang has lost his combat effectiveness at this moment.

It wasn't long before only an Indian stood there with trembling legs, and by this time the battle was over, but it was still beyond the ten minutes the instructor had allowed.

I don't know when, there were two more dozen clothes next to the instructor, and he handed the clothes embroidered with the word No. 1 to the Indians, and then No. 2 and No. 3 Wang Yang got No. 13.

Looking at the clothes, Wang Yang smiled bitterly, he really had a relationship with the number thirteen, the dormitory was 313, and his number was also thirteen.

"From tomorrow onwards, the number on the clothes you just got will be your code name at the Hell Training Base, and this code name is your name. I'll arrange an assessment once a month and renumber it according to your grades, do you hear me clearly?" said the instructor, looking at the crowd.

"Hear me clearly. There was a sparse response.

"Did you hear me clearly?" the instructor asked again in a raised voice.

"Hear me clearly. The crowd endured their pain and shouted loudly.

"Tomorrow I want to see your most spiritual side, and now dissolve in place. After saying this, the instructor left without looking back.

Wang Yang dragged his tired body, limped slowly and walked towards the dormitory, and the first day of training was over. When I arrived at the dormitory, I lay down on the bed and fell asleep.