At this moment, a rather majestic voice suddenly sounded. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Because of No. 452, all the trainees of the fourth squad have a hundred push-ups, and the punishment is carried out on the spot! Begin! ”

Everyone and Zhan Baixue seemed to have the same reaction, slightly stunned, and didn't know what was going on for a while.

Then a loud and powerful unison was heard, "Yes!" ”

Following in the footsteps of Zhan Baixue, they soon followed the camera to 452.

According to 552's words, they only knew that the name of the No. 452 male team member was Han Meng, but he didn't know why all the people in the platoon were punished.

However, everyone was incredibly convinced, it seemed that in the sword soul, one person who made a mistake would be punished with others.

"The sweat slid down my face just now, it was so itchy, I couldn't help but move my face."

When they heard the male team member named Han Meng personally say the reason for his punishment, they intuitively felt for the first time why Binglin was called the most changed instructor by Zhan Baixue.

Just a slight movement of the face caused an entire platoon of players to do a hundred push-ups.

They saw Zhan Baixue and asked No. 481.

"Do you complain about number 452?"

"Of course!" The team member replied directly, and his tone did not hide the resentment in his heart. But people also understand him, after all, because of a mistake by others, he was punished for some reason, and anyone would be unhappy.

"I asked just now, but he just felt a little itchy because of too much sweat on his face, and he moved it slightly, and he didn't mean to."

After listening to Zhan Baixue's words, everyone nodded slightly, thinking that this team member should be able to understand Han Meng at this moment.

However, they all think wrongly, sometimes you are not immersive, you can never guess what is in the minds of others, they think that Han Meng can understand, that is because they are bystanders, and as the parties, other people's thoughts may be very different from the thoughts of bystanders.

"Who has less sweat on their face? To be honest, although the lowest one here also has the strength of an eight-star spirit master, but without using spiritual power, everyone is just an ordinary person with a slightly stronger physique. He Han Meng has a good physique and strength, and it may not be a big deal to punish a hundred more, but there are still many people who are relatively weak here, and there are many girls, you may think that he is just because he moved his face, not intentionally, it doesn't matter, but do you know that maybe just because he moved his face like this, there may be students who can't hold on and face the fate of being eliminated, because of a small mistake by others who are inexplicably eliminated, do you think the eliminated person will think he is wronged? ”

After listening to No. 481's words with a little complaint, everyone was a little dazed like Zhan Baixue at that time.

At the beginning, the lowest strength of the Sword Soul was an eight-star spirit master......

Of course, this is only a minor point that makes them confused.

What he meant, everyone can understand after a little thought, it seems that in the sword soul, as long as one person makes a mistake, the whole row will be punished, and the more times they are punished, the higher the possibility of being eliminated, because they don't seem to be allowed to use spiritual power, in this case, as he said, they are just ordinary people with a slightly stronger physique.

If it was because Han Meng moved his face slightly, causing a member of the same row to be eliminated, would anyone think that his little mistake was understandable? They thought about it for a moment, and they all shook their heads slightly in their hearts.

Han Meng was also quite guilty at this moment, and whispered silently: "I'm sorry for the monkey." ”

This No. 481 did not last to the end, and was eliminated in the training subjects of Huofeng Town because the rating of the plum blossom pile was too low.

No. 481 is named Li Hou, known as a monkey by everyone, at this time, listening to Li Hou's complaining words a year ago, Han Meng did not feel the slightest unhappiness in his heart, but became nostalgic for this brother who had been with them for several months.

The others didn't laugh at him because of this, and the few good brothers around him comforted him.

"Brother Meng, don't feel guilty, in the second phase of the special training camp, those brothers and sisters who left will come back, and when the time comes, I believe that the monkeys will also come back."

At this time, people's emotions were much less for a while, and from the perspective of bystanders, they felt that Han Meng had only made a small mistake, which was nothing, but the complaints of the other team members were also reasonable, and they couldn't complain about them. In the end, after thinking about it, everyone almost had the idea of finding the object of the blame.

That's right, if it weren't for the rules of Binglin being so changeable, how could Han Meng be punished, and it would be even more impossible for others to be punished.

However, there are also a few people who are thinking calmly and have a little understanding of the intention of the ice forest.

The picture is still continuing, this documentary seems to be dedicated to recording the incomparably shocking hardship and cruelty in the training of the sword soul, not to mention ordinary people, even the emperors with broad horizons feel the inexplicable shock.

Since the end of Han Meng's first act, the second scene is the scene of a female student falling on the Yellowstone ground during a long-distance run, and everyone can clearly see that not far in front of her, there is a group of embarrassed and gray-faced team members.

Bing Lin's voice was the same as the previous scene, cold and ruthless, and the clear words clearly reached everyone's ears through the screen.

"The team that has not arrived is still the old rule, cancel today's dinner, the time is the same, and the standing posture will be practiced as usual at seven o'clock. Disband! ”

As Bing Lin's words fell, the Sword Soul team members slowly disbanded, and everyone could see that it was not that they didn't want to run, but from Bing Lin's words, they could hear that even if the team members could have dinner, time was very tight. It's not that they don't want to run, it's just that their tired faces and still trembling legs show that their physical strength has long been exhausted.

The team members who passed by the camera had different looks, some were excited, some were confused, some were depressed, and some only had the tiredness on their faces.

When it was almost gone, there were still a lot of people left, both men and women, who watched a group of people come up and gently lift the girl to the ground.

At a glance, the numbers of this group of people are all five digits starting with "151", and it is obvious that because the girl did not complete the task indicators in time, everyone in this team could not eat today's dinner, and the blame and abuse that everyone expected did not happen. Although the camera is a little far away, it can be seen from their behavior and looks that no one shows reproach, and everyone still shows meticulous care for the girl despite their low mood.

The third act is on the mudflats.

The first thing that caught everyone's eye was a group of unrecognizable clay figures, with three groups of team members, two men and one woman, each group of ten people, standing in a row before and after.

"One!"

Everyone lowered their heads slightly, and with a loud roar in unison, they raised their hands at the same time, lifting the stout wooden stake that had been covered with mud on their left shoulder above their heads.

The mud suddenly rained down on everyone, everyone closed their eyes tightly, and did not wait for the mud on their faces to be completely left, and they didn't care that they might let some mud directly into their mouths, and they shouted in unison, "Two!" ”

One-two-one-two......

The two beats alternate alternately, and the wooden stakes also alternate back and forth on the shoulders of the fighters, without experience, such training makes countless people feel uncomfortable and tired just by looking at it. Especially girls, they love to be clean, and it may be more uncomfortable to let them train like this in the mud than to kill them.

This scene passed in a few seconds, and then they saw the Sword Soul team members holding a wooden stake and doing sit-ups in the mud, and they saw the Sword Soul team members crawling in the mud with their heads held high.

They saw these young people eating the flesh worms and scorpions, they saw the picture of them crossing the Wanqiu Desert, the picture of them crossing the Yunjiang River, the picture of them fighting to the death with spirit beasts, the picture of them crossing the snow field, and the picture of them entering Yunze.

They saw a male team member being kicked four or five meters away by the ice forest when he was training and standing, they saw that Xue Rou, who many people recognized at a glance, was ruthlessly punished by the ice forest during training, they saw the Sword Soul team members fainting from overdraft in various trainings, they saw everyone eating hungry during the meal, everyone puffed up their mouths, and the food was just steamed white porridge that the most ordinary and poorest people could eat.

Every picture is extremely shocking, every picture hits the deepest part of the soul, and every picture is extremely memorable.

They clearly remember that a male team member fell on the yellow mud ground, and his unwilling face did not know whether it was sweat or tears, and in just a few seconds, the yellow mud under him was made into a gray wet, and the sand and dust were directly rolled into small mud balls, lying quietly on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

They vividly remember a female team member crying and eating a spider with eight slender legs with her eyes closed tightly and her uncontrollable nausea. When she stretched her neck and swallowed the contents of her mouth, her body trembled suddenly, and she involuntarily leaned forward, and she became extremely pale, as if she had vomited all the bile.

They vividly remembered the shocking wound when the feminine and delicate female team member "No. 1" with neat short hair gently slit the socks on the feet of another girl who looked rather weak with a dagger.

……

For half an hour, everyone did not notice the passage of time, and everyone was completely absorbed by the content on the screen.

The perception of this young legion, which had previously been questioned, has completely changed, and they believe that what is revealed in the documentary is only a small part of the training of Sword Soul, but it is enough to make people deeply shocked.

They wondered what made them persevere, such a hellish life would last for a year, and they would have given up halfway through the process if they were themselves.

The picture slowly darkens, and after a few breaths, it slowly brightens again.

The next picture is a picture of five team members performing a parting ceremony under two flags. They may be alone with a bleak back, or carefully supported by friends, although the time is different, the reason for leaving may be different, but they all have a strong sadness in their eyes, even hatred, hatred for their weakness, hatred for not fighting.

Whether it is the process of putting down the helmet badge, ringing the bell, or solemnly saluting, it makes people feel inexplicably desolate and tragic.

There were countless helmets on the steps, and they knew that one helmet represented a person's departing like this.

They couldn't figure out what it was that made them reluctant to fall in love with the sword soul like hell.

……