In the past, when Wang Dazui was teaching the team, he said to Zhuang Zhuang that every time he trained the hardest, the hardest, and the most difficult time, and when he was punished, he had another idea in his heart to support himself in addition to the dignity that belonged to men.

That rather self-consoling idea is to think about those commandos, who are pulled out by the squad leader every day on a hot day at noon, and in comparison, they are quite passable.

While the idea is somewhat hilarious, it's undeniably useful.

Now solemnly was punished by Achim and screamed, and he thought so in his heart.

Compared with those students who carried more than 50 kilograms of oxygen cylinders to rush to H point, solemnly felt that he was still lucky.

Others ran nearly four kilometers of beach with oxygen cylinders on their backs, while he and his teammates were only punished for doing 100 push-ups with oxygen cylinders on their backs, which was much more comfortable in comparison.

In fact, for members of special forces like Zhuangyan, all physical training will become Buddhist in the end.

You have to accept that today is always worse than yesterday, and yesterday is always the easiest day.

Excellent military quality is not blown out of your mouth, and if you want to get the top military combat level, you have to pay N times more sweat than others.

Otherwise, you can choose not to serve in the special forces, go to a general company, or go to logistics, where it will be much more comfortable, you won't be able to touch a gun a few times a year, no one forces you to train, you will mix step by step for two years, go home from the army and become a common man, and live your own comfortable life.

If there is a request, there must be a pay, there will be no pie in the sky, and the results are never picked up.

After doing the push-ups, my hands and feet were already shaking.

Two oxygen cylinders are equivalent to the weight of an average adult.

Achim and Fakhri also finally left, and before leaving, they left a sentence: "Hurry up and rest after eating, there will be a lot of training in the afternoon." ”

After throwing these words, the two instructors turned and left.

Under the pergola, Zhuang Yan, Cui Weinan and Wei Shuping, as well as Comrade Qasim, the "livestock" of country H, were finally able to sit back at the table and face their hard-won lunch again.

Having just finished the weighted push-ups, everyone's hands were shaking, and they couldn't hold the spoon steadily, and since the whole "reward" process was done under the scorching sun and on the hot sand, everyone was now looking like a reservoir dog.

The sea water dripping on the table, solemnly took off the physical training T-shirt, used it as a sweat towel, and wiped the sweat again

Qasim cautiously glanced in the direction where the instructor had left, and whispered, "He's not afraid that the punished person will return without running to point H?" ”

Hearing this, he almost wanted to grab his clothes and throw them on Kasim's head.

This guy is really ......

Please, since Instructor Achim was able to secretly spy on everyone on the third floor just now, isn't it okay now?

It's less than two kilometers from point H, and the barracks are only two hundred meters away, so isn't it as easy to keep a watch?

What's more, I was fined for playing tricks just now, who dares to be lazy now?

Lunch had been on the table for some time, and there were already flies flying on it.

But I had to eat, and I didn't have the physical strength to dive in the afternoon if I didn't eat.

Fortunately, after coming to R Island, although the quality of food has not improved, the number of times has increased.

There are more temporary snacks, such as after a dive, the instructors will be kind enough to hand out some fruit and cheese to give everyone to replenish calories, and fruit is often something that is good for digestion such as bananas.

In order to survive, Zhuang Zheng can only wave away the flies that land on the minced spaghetti - every time, Zheng Zheng will pray in his heart, hoping that the flies here are also green and pollution-free.

After eating the food that can only be said to be alive and has nothing to do with deliciousness, he solemnly washed his lunch box and spoon in front of the fat faucet in the pergola, then adjusted the kind of watch, dragged his backpack and lay down, and fell asleep in less than five seconds.

When the alarm clock rang and the person woke up, he opened his eyes and heard a ghost crying wolf in the pergola.

Quite a few people sat in the pergola and poked at the blisters.

That's right.

It's the unlucky guys who were punished for carrying oxygen cylinders to the H spot.

In fact, this kind of training is quite unscientific, but there is no doubt that it is the best choice for tempering the will.

Carrying dozens of kilograms of oxygen cylinders to rush to H spot at noon on the hottest summer day on R Island reminded solemn solemnity of roast duck paws, one of the ten forbidden dishes in ancient times.

It is said that this dish is made by placing a live duck on a slightly heated iron plate and warming it with seasoning.

Live ducks will walk around on the iron plate because of the heat, and then they will start jumping.

In the end, the duck's paws were cooked, but the duck was still alive, so the feet were cut off and served on a plate, and the duck was used for other purposes.

It is rumored that the duck paw made in this way has a unique taste and is delicious.

Zhuang Yan has never eaten roast duck paws, but there is a group of live "roast ducks" in front of him.

Carrying weights on the hot sand barefoot is not only about the heat on your feet, but also the sand is full of fragments of shells, which are extremely sharp.

People who are not familiar with the seaside often ignore these things, because no normal person will carry such a heavy oxygen tank on their backs and run many kilometers on the beach.

Those little shell shards will cut through your feet, and sometimes if you're unlucky enough, it can puncture your skin like a needle, digging into your flesh and leaving you in agony.

What's worse than this is the shoulder, carrying such a heavy oxygen cylinder, the bracket and canvas strap will also wear out the shoulder, and the sweat will be salted into it, spicy and painful.

My feet hurt, my shoulders hurt, and my waist became very uncomfortable because of the brace.

Therefore, on R Island, the punishment program of rushing H point is always one of the reserved items of SAS training instructors, and when they are in a bad mood, they will take it out to toss the team members and make themselves happy.

Before the team members who rushed to the H point could finish treating the wounds on their feet, they had to quickly pull a few mouthfuls of food as fast as they could.

There's no noon break here, and the instructor will let you sleep for twenty minutes if he's merciful — in fact, no one can sleep soundly in that damn steamer-like field tent on that hillside.

Beep beep beep –

Before he could swallow the spaghetti in his stomach, the student heard a hurried whistle again.

Instructor Achim's ever-excited voice echoed across the beach like the devil's howl.

"Slackers! Give you twenty seconds to clean up your equipment, put on your scuba gear and gather at the beach, and take you animals out to continue playing in the water today! ”

That's right, he likes to call the water project "playing with water", at least to make this deadly training a little more "benevolent".

However, anyone who has been a special forces soldier knows that diving is a very risky thing.

Maybe the teammates you go out with every day will have a little bit of a problem in the water, and then the Grim Reaper's scythe will easily take you or your colleagues' lives.

That kind of death, it's so easy.