The soldiers and platoon commanders of the first and second platoons were waiting for the punishment that Jiang Fan would receive after beating the Wugang instructor this time, so that they could not keep worrying about the group of madmen in the third platoon coming to fight again.

But by the next day, Jiang Fan still had nothing to do.

In the morning, he led three rows of people on the beach for anti-blow and pain-resistant training.

This time, they were utterly hopeless.

They knew that if they had not reported the punishment of Jiang Fan for offending their superiors, it would basically be that the higher authorities would not pursue it.

After beating the second and colonel officer of the Marine Corps, it will be fine.

They have never heard of it yet!

Could it be that this Jiang Fan really has a backstage, and even the boss and second boss of the Marine Corps dare not touch him?

Or is there some other purpose?

However, no matter what the purpose, this made the people in the first and second rows a little cautious when training, for fear that the animals in the third row would run over and beat them again.

No! It should be a beating for them!

They really can't do it, it's a big hatred, they fought for two days, it's about the same, right?

However, this time, Jiang Fan did not use a leather whip dipped in chili water to train the third platoon.

Instead, he used a stick for rolling noodles to constantly hit the abdominal muscles, flanks, back, and cheekbones of the lower legs of the three rows of soldiers, and so on, where you have to withstand the enemy's attack in actual combat and the place where you have to use your strength to attack the enemy, and then Jiang Fan taught them one by one about luck in the training of resistance to fighting.

This luck, to put it a little bigger, is hard qigong.

There are also a lot of special forces in the special forces, but only because the training is relatively difficult, and it requires unbearable pain for ordinary people and the need for long-term continuous training, it will be effective, resulting in not many fighters who can do hard qigong in the end.

Even if they do, they only know a little bit about scratching the surface.

And Jiang Fan's side, with the assistance of systematic fighting skills, let him know some hard qigong well, and when he teaches it, there is naturally no problem.

Moreover, the soldiers of the third platoon, now to him, are absolute, absolutely absolutely obedient.

Even if Jiang Fan asked them to take a knife to themselves now, they would not hesitate.

The soldiers in the first and second rows and the people in the surrounding companies saw the soldiers in the third row lining up with sticks and constantly hitting the muscles on their bodies, red and black, and blue, and they were all frightened and admired.

There is no one who is masochistic to this extent.

It's just a big madman going crazy with a bunch of little madmen.

And the company commander Sun Cheng and the instructor of the fourth company simply hid far away this time, watching with binoculars, and let the communication soldiers convey any training plan.

I was afraid that once they got closer, the three rows of animals would go crazy and even beat them together.

They are all afraid in their hearts.

The training progress and progress of the third platoon made Jiang Fan a little surprised.

Perhaps, this is the windfall of absolute obedience to his orders and seriousness.

However, Jiang Fan has not yet taught them fighting skills and moves, and in the afternoon, there are still various self-harm-style resistance training, but various methods are changed.

You can't beat the muscles with a stick for a day, can you?

This is a god, and it is difficult to carry it.

In the afternoon, it is to train their neck muscles directly, and the training mode is quite simple, tie their heads with ropes, and then hang a dumbbell, and use their heads to constantly raise and lower their heads under the gravity of the dumbbells.

Anyone who's been to the gym or watched a similar fight movie knows that this is one of the most effective ways to train your neck muscles.

There is also lying on the beach, then pressing your head against the ground, slowly raising your body, and constantly squeezing your neck muscles.

Finally, it's a simple matter of slapping your head with a brick.

This made everyone wonder for a while that the place they were staying in now was the Marine Corps or the Shaolin Temple.

In the evening, Jiang Fan did not let them train in this area again, but asked them to give hot compresses and medicinal massages to each other to the troops who had been beaten and trained to reduce swelling, dispel blood stasis, relax muscles and invigorate blood.

Then, from time to time, he taught them the concept of luck and made them understand.

No skill can be achieved overnight.

Unless, like Jiang Fan, you can be favored by the Mandate of Heaven and have a system.

Otherwise, you will have to endure all kinds of hardships that others can't endure before you can become strong.

Seeing that the third platoon did not run over to fight again, the soldiers in the first platoon and the second platoon were greatly relieved.

They've never been so nervous in their lives.

I've never tried it, someone sent it to the door to find a fight, and I was afraid that it would be my own who was nervous.

If you say this, people are afraid that they will scold you for being a psychopath.

But that's just the way it is.

Midnight.

Jiang Fan kicked the eighth squad leader out of bed.

"Who?" The eighth squad leader woke up suddenly, and quickly and vigilantly climbed up, and the other soldiers in the squad also got up one after another.

"Tired? I slept like a pig, and I didn't even know I was in. ”

A cold voice sounded in the dormitory.

"Platoon commander!"

The soldiers of Class 8 all stood upright and looked at Jiang Fan with awe.

"Go wake up Class 7 and Class 9, it's time to go and chat with the first and second rows."

After speaking, Jiang Fan turned around and walked out.

"Yes! Class 8, go! ”

The soldiers of the entire eighth squad were all shining with their eyes shining, and they rushed out with high fighting spirit.

People who don't know think that there are some big beauties out there.

Who knows, they just went out to find a beating.

Soon, the soldiers of the seventh and ninth classes were all pulled up, and a group of people rushed directly to the dormitories of each class in the first and second rows.

Thereupon......

"! Lao Li, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, why are you here? You...... Bang! ”

Before he could finish speaking, the fighter was punched hard.

"Again? My day! Lao Li, Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

……

"Bastard! Wang, you crazy people! In the middle of the night, I have to run to find a fight! Is it sick? Yes! Are you sick? ”

"Come on! We're sick, come and hit us! Come on! I'll just lie on the ground and let you fight as you please!" Whoever doesn't fight is a grandson! ”

“……”

Such a brazen request, they had never seen it in their lives.

However, they really don't want to satisfy them, otherwise, what if people come to the door every day? Still can't sleep?

It's just that if they don't fight, the soldiers of the third platoon will beat them, you can't let others beat you and not fight back, right?

As a result, the entire Fourth Company was completely out of order.

In the squad dormitory, all kinds of screams and scolding were constantly heard.

"Nima, O iniquity! Why did you come back with such a scourge! ”

In Sun Cheng and ***'s dormitory, when they heard the voice, they both had to curl up in the corner, holding a stick in their hands, the door was trivial, and they broke out in a cold sweat.

"This group of crazy people, if you want to fight, go find a row and two rows, we are innocent!" The two of them kept chanting silently in their hearts.

The first platoon leader and the second platoon leader couldn't stand it anymore, and the two rushed towards Jiang Fan's personal dormitory angrily.

But before I could push the door in, I heard a snoring sound from inside.

"This bastard!"

The second platoon was furious, "He himself slept like a pig here, but he instructed his soldiers to make our second platoon restless!" It's just too deceitful! ”

As the second platoon leader spoke, he was about to kick open the door and rush in to settle accounts with Jiang Fan!

But he was quickly stopped by a platoon leader.

"Don't move!" The platoon leader hurriedly persuaded.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to go in and beat him? The second platoon commander said angrily.

The platoon leader smiled wryly, "Can you beat him?" ”

Second Platoon Leader: "......"

This seems to be a problem.

"Look at the words on it." A long line pointed to the door of the dormitory, on which was a piece of paper.

Content: I have slept, dare to disturb my sleep, the consequences are at your own risk!

After reading it, the second platoon commander was so angry that he almost vomited blood and died on the spot!

Nima, don't take such a bully!

Why do you want to sleep, we don't have to sleep, our platoon soldiers don't have to sleep?

If we hadn't known we couldn't beat you, we would have rushed in and fought you for 300 rounds!

Where are you going to be angry here!

O iniquity!

Both of them were screaming in mourning.

is also a platoon commander, why is this treatment so different?

The initiator slept in it like a nobody.

These victims, but they have nowhere to redress their grievances, and they dare not seek revenge on each other!

It's just aggrieved to the extreme.

"Let's go! Find the company commander to come forward! ”

The two of them hurried to the door of Sun Cheng's dormitory.

Bang bang bang......

The second platoon leader patted Sun Cheng's dormitory door, and Sun Cheng inside was suddenly frightened, and his hand holding the stick became even more energetic.

These crazy people won't kill them, will they?

"Company commander, those bastards in the third row came to fight in the middle of the night, we fought in one row and two rows, you can stop it quickly! It's all messed up! The second platoon commander shouted.

Can I stop it?

Sun Cheng scolded in his heart.

Didn't you let me go and be beaten?

This bastard even dares to beat the chief instructor, do I dare to go over?

I'm stupid, I'm stupid!

"Company commander, can you hear me?"

Seeing that Sun Cheng was silent, the second platoon commander shouted again.

"I can't hear you." Sun Cheng replied.

Second Platoon Leader: "??? ”

A platoon long: "??? ”

They suddenly remembered a song: "Kids, do you have a lot of question marks......