"If you can't even survive this Mars, what kind of face do you have to say to go to the special forces?" Ding Yan looked at everyone with disdain and said.

"Special forces, what you want is the best of the best, the best of the best, and now you are still far behind!"

Ding Yan's words were like a basin of cold water splashed on everyone's bodies, and even the hot feeling caused by the end of the abdomen was extinguished a lot.

In fact, Ding Yan can feel that many of these people have outstanding potential, and they have the opportunity to enter the special forces, of course, at least they have to survive the period of this Mars selection competition, if they don't have the willpower to stick to the end with such a amount of training, then for the special forces, they are just a joke.

The reason why Ding Yan said these words is that they can persevere, at this point, Ding Yan has no selfish intentions, he hopes that more talents will stay in the army, and he also hopes that there will be more soldiers at the special level, so that the army's cutting-edge combat power will continue to rise.

It's not that it's bad for them to stay in the regular forces, but that if they are strong in the individual forces, they will just play more in the special forces, and in the regular forces, sometimes the strength of the strong and tyrannical will be restricted because of the collective restrictions, and they will not be able to play much.

When it was time to rest at night, the selection personnel learned through the communication with Xiang Yu and the three of them, and only then did they know that Ding Yan, who had trained them in the past two days, was born in the special forces, and, according to the analysis, Ding Yan's strength was one of the best in the special forces.

Only then did everyone know why Xiang Yu's three were so strong, it turned out that they had already opened a "small stove".

。。。。。。

Shooting training ground.

At this point, it's a little different, because here, a lot of obstacles have been added.

"Today's training subject is shooting training!"

"The requirement is to cross the obstacle two times first, and then rush to the firing position at the fastest speed, shoot directly, and you must use up all the bullets in the full magazine in the shortest possible time!"

Ding Yan pointed to the obstacle and the shooting position, and said to the selection personnel.

"This obstacle, after running away, can't even hold the gun steadily, right?"

The hearts of the selection personnel were heavy, because most of those obstacles were on arm strength, such as ladders, ropes, high strength, etc., and it was estimated that they would not pull the trigger when they went back and forth.

"Is there a problem?" Looking at the people with somewhat sad faces, Ding Yan asked loudly.

"Nope!"

The crowd answered with a loud voice, and they could not be cowardly.

"Okay, work in pairs, let's go!" Ding Yan walked directly to the side.

"Look at it, I'll give you a demonstration~" Lin Zhaolin in front of him first turned around and said a word to everyone, and then rushed over with Xiang Yu at the same time.

"I'll go, they're so fast~"

"Can you still play like this?"

"I just want to know how much that barbell weighs~"

“。。。”

Looking at the two figures of Lin Zhaolin and Xiang Yu, the selection personnel were very shocked, although they had not yet played, but through the actions of Lin Zhaolin and Xiang Yu, they could feel that this was another fatal training.

"Bang Bang Bang~~~~"

In the eyes of everyone, Lin Zhaolin and Xiang Yu quickly ran through the obstacles, stood on the shooting position, picked up the guns placed on the ground, and the two of them shot almost at the same time, and the rhythm and frequency of the shots had a feeling of continuous fire.

The selection staff felt numb in their hearts.

"Click~Click!"

After Lin Zhaolin and Xiang Yu finished checking their guns, they put their guns away and stood quietly in place.

"Target trench target!" Ding Yan picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted.

"30 rounds and 296 rings at the No. 1 target position, 30 rounds and 297 rings at the No. 2 target position!" A report came out of the intercom from the trench.

"Change the target paper and prepare for the next set!" Ding Yan quickly gave the order.

"Yes!"

Then, Ding Yan asked Lin Zhaolin and Xiang Yu to come back.

"Do you see it all?" Ding Yan turned to everyone and asked.

"See clearly!" The crowd shouted back.

"Next set ready!" Ding Yan began to order.

Su Wei and Balang came out of the ranks, the reason why these four people acted first was naturally to let others know how to get through these obstacles first, and similarly, there was also a kind of showmanship, hum, when you played, you would know how terrible these obstacles were.

"Let's go!" Ding Yan quietly gave the order.

"Whew~~" Balang and Su Wei rushed out at the same time.

When shuttling through obstacles, Su Wei is obviously a few figures faster than Balang, which is also due to the fact that Su Wei has always been biased towards flexible development.

"Bang Bang Bang~~~"

After the two ended, the shooting results came out, and the number of rings was above 295.

"Bang Bang Bang ~~~"

The selection crowd applauded enthusiastically.

"Stop!" Ding Yan directly opened his mouth to stop it.

“。。。” Everyone put down their hands in embarrassment.

"Next set ready!" Ding Yan shouted without hesitation.

Zhao Ziwu and Ling Zifeng came out of the ranks.

"Start~"

"Whew~~"

Zhao Ziwu and Ling Zifeng rushed out.

"Hey, do you think that monkey can surpass Zhao Ziwu this time?" Balang gently bumped Su Wei with his shoulder and asked.

"Enough!" Su Wei hesitated and shook his head.

"How?" Balang was a little surprised, aren't you very optimistic about Ling Zifeng?

"Although Ling Zifeng is more dexterous than Zhao Ziwu, his physical strength is not long, and he may surpass Zhao Ziwu in the front, but he lacks stamina."

"Zhao Ziwu's development is more comprehensive, more balanced, explosive and endurance are not lacking, and the possibility of reaching the end first is the greatest!"

Su Wei analyzed very rationally, and did not analyze the situation of Zhao Ziwu and Ling Zifeng biased because he liked Ling Zifeng.

"He's right, Ling Zifeng is already behind~" Xiang Yu's voice came from the side.

Ba Lang hurriedly fixed his eyes, and sure enough, this was the second round trip, Ling Zifeng was several figures behind, although Ling Zifeng was desperately chasing Zhao Ziwu, but it had no effect.

Zhao Ziwu ran through the obstacles, quickly ran to the shooting position, and quickly picked up the gun on the ground.

"It's over!" As soon as Zhao Ziwu lifted the gun, his heart sank, because he felt that his arms were very stiff, and his pair was still trembling, let alone shooting, it was ruthless to ensure a stable sniper posture, okay?

Zhao Ziwu raised his gun tremblingly, ready to aim.

"!" Zhao Ziwu couldn't help but spit out the fragrance.

I can't aim at all, how can I fight?

Just when Zhao Ziwu was desperate, Ling Zifeng also rushed to the position.

And then.

"Zhao Ziwu, you shoot~" Ling Zifeng said as he tried his best to control the trembling gun in his hand.

"You go first!" Feeling that the frequency of shaking in his hand was a little less, Zhao Ziwu continued to adjust, and his mouth kept talking.