Everyone was driven back into the scorching sun, on the hot sand.

Achim and Instructor Fakhri were standing on the edge of the pergola six or seven meters away, the sun just blocked out of them.

"As a special forces soldier, you are a real failure."

Instructor Achim shook his head in a regretful tone and said, "Do you think the instructor will just let you count your own sit-ups so easily and go back to the camp to eat by yourself and ignore you at all?" ”

A sense of superiority that seemed to be crushed by IQ flowed from the mouth of Instructor Achim.

"Give me all the names I name."

Then he began to raise his hands, poking and poking in the air one by one, and calling one by one.

"Bayil!"

"Kadir!"

"Zahad!"

Calling a name, Fakhri stood on a patch of sand to the right of the guide who would be named, waiting for the drop.

Solemnly listened carefully, Achim was accurate little by little.

He's really not a nonsense, and the absolute coercion is well-founded.

These guys, I'm afraid they didn't hide in the camp and observe here with high-powered binoculars for a long time, just waiting for the stupid students in the pergola to take the bait?

From the pergola, one of the three-storey white barracks can be seen.

In fact, it is not difficult to monitor this place at all, the reconnaissance telescope, hiding in the window of the third floor, the camp was originally built on the ground with a drop of 50 meters, and the situation on the beach can be seen at a glance.

Now, it's time to pay for your cleverness.

After ordering all the lazy students, Achim pointed to the diving equipment in the pergola.

"Now, take off your tactical boots, put your oxygen tanks on your back, and run towards H-point, run to the highest point, and run back."

That's the punishment.

All the lazy students were about to cry, and their expressions were painful.

The H-spot is a well-known marker for R Island.

It's actually a small island, but it's only a few thousand square meters in size, and it's a round, cone-shaped island, like a hill hanging in the middle of the sea.

The highest point of the island is the H point.

In fact, the height of point H is not high, there is a path from the beach to point H, the highest point is just more than 20 meters above sea level.

Looking northeast from the pergola, you can see the commanding height of Island H on the coast, which is about two kilometers away, and you can see the situation on the H point clearly with a high-powered telescope.

Therefore, it is a maximum of 2 kilometers from the pergola to point H.

It doesn't sound terrible, it's less than four kilometers round trip!

But the most important thing is not the distance, but the weight and the path.

The nearest way to Island H is also a prescribed route to run from the beach, along the coastline, and then cross the path and run to Point H.

The entire stretch of the road is almost entirely sandy.

If it's a couple strolling and no matter the speed, it's a nice beach at one end, but if you take off your shoes and run over......

The hot sand can really blister your feet.

Each person's diving gear is made up of two sets of 12L oxygen cylinders, plus full oxygen, brackets and harnesses, and the weight ranges from 55-60KG.

Because of the buoyancy of the sea water and the thick wetsuit, if you don't make any moves underwater and float freely, the diver can hardly feel the weight, but during the march, you basically can't raise your head, you can only watch your feet move alternately, and the canvas harness often wears out your shoulders, and the pain can only be described in two words - torture!

With this kind of stuff on your back, it is difficult for people to march, let alone run barefoot?

Zhuang Yan and Cui Weinan and a few others stood in place, secretly exchanged glances with each other, and secretly congratulated themselves that they were not lazy, but chose to grit their teeth and insist on completing 150 sit-ups.

Qasim thinks that his Chinese classmates are so awesome that these guys must have a sixth sense, or as he has seen in books before, saying that Chinese know a kind of witchcraft called arithmetic and can predict the future.

Now it seems that I really didn't make a mistake.

Carrying the oxygen cylinder on my back to point H, and then coming back, the foot blistering and breaking the skin are certain, it is only a matter of how much.

During the afternoon dive, the wound was soaked in salty seawater......

Whining......

That feeling can only be said to be a desire to die.

"Instructor, can we eat?"

When Qasim asked this sentence with a little bit of reassurance, Solemn knew that something was going to be bad.

He wanted to kick Qasim in the ass and kick this innocent and brainless creature into the sand.

The special forces of country H may have simply taken a fancy to Qasim's amazing physical fitness, this guy's brain is very forgetful, in fact, it can't be regarded as forgetfulness, but some low-level mistakes are always made at critical times.

Asking the instructor here is actually a big taboo.

It's just that Qasim got carried away for a moment and actually forgot about it.

The main reason is because of a strange rule in the training camp on R Island.

There are actually a lot of rules for the T army, especially on R Island, especially a lot!

One of them is the rules of punishment.

This rule is like this, if according to the practice of the domestic army, whoever is lazy will be punished, this is called a clear reward and punishment.

But it's different here.

It's not that there is no need for a clear distinction between rewards and punishments, of course, there are also "rewards" and "punishments", but "rewards" and "punishments" here are completely different concepts.

If in the domestic special forces, a member of the team has a birthday, maybe he will get a cake, or be exempted from physical training at a certain time today as a reward.

It's different here, where there is almost no clear line between reward and punishment.

On a player's birthday, he gets a reward, he gets a little cake, and then instead of being exempt from a certain period of training, you are rewarded with 300 or 500 push-ups......

Why is this happening?

Because the instructor thinks that the general punishment for you is a 1,000 fine, and the reward for you is to reduce 500, so it is not a reward?

Someone was lazy just now, but a few of them weren't lazy, it's good to know about this, don't be stupid and ask the instructor for a reward.

Zhuang Zheng only hoped that Achim and Fakhri had not eaten yet, and because they were still hungry, they wanted to go back to the dining hall early to have lunch, instead of asking them for "credit".

However, because of his excessive excitement, Qasim actually took the initiative to ask Achim if he could go to dinner.

This is the equivalent of reminding Achim - hey! There are a few stupid guys standing here!

Sure enough, Achim withdrew his gaze from the cadets who had already run along the beach towards H-point, and landed on the four of them, Solemn and Kassim.

"Oh! By the way, I almost forgot about you! ”

He had always looked the other way at solemnity, and this time was no exception.

Walking in front of the solemn and looking at the solemnity with his head covered in sand, Achim laughed at the sound of owls chirping at night.

Even on the beach, where the temperature was as high as more than 50 degrees, solemn still broke out in a cold sweat, and goosebumps rose one after another.

"Go, put on your oxygen cylinders too!"

Achim finally made a decision.

A numb scolding sounded in the solemn heart.