Led by the shouts of one of the team members, our two training teams rushed up together with "ahhhh

it! That scene, spectacular, is already indescribable, and it directly belongs to that kind of heroic level. We tried to hold our breath one by one, and then crawled forward with the standard tactical movements of crawling in a low posture, with all kinds of excrement on our hands, arms, legs, feet, and even chests. However, this vomit is like a chain reaction, one person vomited and drove the two people around, and then those two people vomited, and then drove a group of people around to vomit, the team members in front of them were fine, and the team members who followed behind, Na Nima really had a heart that wanted to kill the players in front of him who vomited every minute.

Originally, it was enough to crawl forward in this square of various excrements up to tens of square meters, but now there are not only all kinds of excrement, but also fresh vomit that has just been spit out,! The feeling, the sourness, the vomiting - it's okay not to vomit, as soon as I vomit, I opened up the breath that I had just held back with great difficulty, and what came was a big breath, and then, well, yes, inhaled this flying smell again, vomit - vomit - vomit - vomit - I think about it now, and my heart is already filled with a trace of despair, which is so exciting.

In our two training teams, one or twenty people crawled forward, while vomiting and finally reached the end of this square excrement and vomit, really Nima belongs to the kind of happiness that has seen heaven from hell, and one by one began to breathe heavily, but we have just climbed out, and now we breathe in a big breath, Vonima, and breathe in the sour smell, it is really Nima is a little up, and several team members began to output wildly.

"All of them! Rise! "Just as we were lying on the ground frantically suffering from the olfactory impact of the excrement and the visual impact of the excrement mixed with the vomit, the man in the special combat suit shouted at us again.

No sooner had the command come down, and we were almost bouncing off the ground, and I dare say, none of us had ever trained so quickly before. At the moment when we stood up, I instinctively reacted, subconsciously like reaching out to pat the dust on my body, but, just when my hand was only halfway out, I swallowed my saliva violently, this Nima, I can't do it, it's not that I dislike all kinds of indescribable things stuck to my body, okay, I'm still a little disgusted, huh...... I dislike it, but if I take a shot, then Nima can only shoot more and more area.

"Welcome to the training camp, this is our welcome ceremony for you!" The man in the special suit saw that we were all on our feet, and then immediately shouted at us as soon as the formation was completed in front of him.

"Vomit-" While we were lining up to listen to the man in the special operations suit, one of the team members probably couldn't hold back the suffocating sourness and vomited directly in the queue.

"As a special operator! You have to adapt to special operations in any environment! Now this is just for you, if you need to even dive into a cesspool full of excrement behind enemy lines, do you still need such vomiting behind enemy lines? Is it because you vomit like this, do you miss a raid and miss a decapitation in vain? "The man in the special operations suit saw that our team member was vomiting there, and immediately walked quickly in front of the team member who was vomiting, and then shouted almost face to face against the team member who was vomiting, and did not care about the disgusting excrement and vomit on the body of the team member who was vomiting.

When the two of us who came to participate in the training heard what the man in the special combat uniform said, I didn't know what other people were like, but anyway, at that time, I suddenly lost that disgusting feeling, but instead had a slight sense of self-blame and guilt.

Indeed, if we were behind enemy lines, we could really lurk anywhere with even the slightest possibility, or even sneak into a dung pit that the enemy would not even suspect!

"That's it! All of them! Target: Canteen, Subject: Lunch, Now I Command: Follow my finger, three kilometers ahead, full speed ahead! "The man in the special suit saw that we all stopped all kinds of disgusting looks, and no one vomited anymore, and there was silence, so he walked back to his original position and shouted at us.

"Yes!" As if they had been injected with a booster, everyone immediately raised their heads and shouted in unison.

"All of them! Three kilometers ahead! Burn the wind! Running – walking! "Our lead cadre walked out of the queue and shouted orders to the rest of us.

With a kind of guilt, with a slight sense of self-blame, we sprinted forward, as if we were really fulfilling our duties! Sprint! Sprint! Indeed, we are all stimulated that people who serve in the army are often very simple, and to outsiders, these words may seem to us to be just a few simple words, but in our opinion, this is our duty to put on this uniform.

It didn't take long for us to arrive at the door of the cafeteria, according to the process, we should sing a song and start eating, but this time, the man in the special combat uniform did not order us to sing, but ordered us to tear off our military ranks after we lined up neatly, which is actually nothing, after all, most of us have experienced special operations selection and training, and it is not the first time that we have been asked to tear off our military ranks, so we don't care very much, So I did what the man in the special suit said.

"You don't have a rank now! No position! There is no number! You only have one name now, and you're called Kitten! "The man in the special suit took our ranks one by one from us, put them in his own pocket, and then faced us

"Kittens! Let's go in and eat! "A man next to the man in the special suit shouted at us.

The special combat members of our two detachments lined up one after another and walked into the cafeteria. The moment we walked into the cafeteria, there was a sour feeling in our throats again.

"All of them! Finish the meal in less than three minutes! If you can't eat enough, immediately arm yourself for five kilometers off-road! Start now! The man who had ordered us to come in to eat ordered again, and immediately took a stopwatch out of his pocket and began to count it.

The trainees of our two teams stood around four tables, and the moment they saw the person who had ordered us to come in and eat pressed the stopwatch, they began to eat and drink like crazy, which was not like the previous dinner, which was crazy to eat and drink because it was delicious, but to eat for the sake of eating.

I grabbed a steamed bun directly, and I immediately felt a trace of strangeness when I grabbed it, not hard, nor soft, but that wet feeling, as if a little pinch could be like a mud, but, no way, I had to eat it, so I was directly like many team members, I didn't want to think about it, and just stuffed it into my mouth.

I didn't use any chopsticks, so I started to grab the vegetables, but when I just grabbed one and was about to stuff it into my mouth, I hesitated. "Ou-" Just as I was holding back my vomit, one of the team members next to me threw it up!

"Pick it up for me and eat it!" Another man in a special combat suit who was standing near us shouted at the trainee who had vomited.

Seeing the player who vomited, we wanted to vomit even more, but we had to pick it up and continue to eat, which made us even more forced to swallow it, even if we wanted to vomit again, we would block it back with our hands.

"This herring, well, and this ray, yes, yes, yes, and this Changsha stinky tofu, pig intestine, come and come, smell and see, you see how good this smell is!" The man in the special operations suit, who had given us the first orders, said to us as if he liked these things very much.

As he spoke, the person in the special combat uniform who gave us the order before also deliberately picked up a piece with chopsticks and sniffed it himself, and showed that he enjoyed it very much, liked it very much, and handed it to us and sniffed it for us, and this Nima made our team members start to vomit again.

Wo Nima's, where is this special food, all kinds of excrement, eating herring, rays and stinky tofu and other stinky things, this Nima we finally forced ourselves to hold our breath and eat, but also suffered from a few of them dangling in front of us with these stinky strange food, and stretched out in front of our noses for us to smell. This directly made our trainees vomit one after another, spit it out and eat it back, I'm special, this is too disgusting, where is this special eating, this is especially messing with us!

"It's time! All of them! Stop! Meet outside the door! All armed with five kilometers of off-road! Fast! Hurry up, hurry up! "The man in the special suit with the stopwatch pressed the stopwatch and shouted at us.

Wo Nima's, this special thing still eats, eat your sister! it! This is special, this meal is really special "fragrant"!