The ship docked, and we dragged back to the nightmarish beach with a heavy heart, and the bloodstain was still there, perhaps soon forgotten, just as the tide would wash it away, but in my memory, it was like a knife on the bone, and I could never forget it.

The training still has to continue, and dying a person is a trivial matter for the instructors, not even as important as eating and sleeping.

Later, I overheard the instructor chatting, saying that the girl died because of high-intensity training beyond the capacity of the heart, which caused blood vessels to rupture and internal organs to bleed, as for why so much blood was shed, it may be because she had a problem with her body, which caused blood to flow out of her nostrils, and I don't know the specific reason.

Although this news shows that her death cannot be attributed entirely to the instructor, it does not alleviate my hatred for the instructor in the slightest, perhaps it is the natural sense of justice that makes me feel that it is absolutely unforgivable for White Shark to take her body to feed the fish, at least I can't forgive.

As expected, my training increased, and I was asked to do 100 push-ups every five kilometers, and if I couldn't, my instructor would mercilessly throw me into the sea and let me swim back on my own.

In the beginning, I was thrown into the sea three times a day, it was impossible to swim back, each time I was mercilessly washed back to shore by the waves, and each time I woke up lying on my stomach in the cold water.

Then I was called to roll on the sand, covered in sand grains, and the sand poured into my boots, grinding my feet into countless tiny wounds, and the sweat and sea water stained them with a sharp pain that pierced my heart.

Every step I take, it's like thousands of needles piercing the soles of my feet, and the pain is even more uncomfortable when I am stabbed twice.

Later, not only my feet, but also my whole body were wounded by grains of sand, and if I found a random place on my body, I would see a bead of blood as long as I squeezed my hands hard.

Despite the inhuman torture I suffered, I always had a belief that sustained my spirit and body, and I never bowed my head to the instructor once.

The increase continued, not only me, but also the amount of training for others, from the simple extreme off-road at the beginning, to the extreme weight later, and every day the instructor would come up with new tricks to abuse us.

Thankfully, despite the increasing intensity of training, no one quit, which means that no one died during this time.

The daily abuse lasted for a month, and this morning I was asked by my instructor to tie two kilograms of sandbags to both hands and feet and start my daily routine of 10 kilometers.

After surviving this month, the wounds on my body are gone, the skin of my whole body has become bronzed, as if wrapped in a layer of flesh, the sand grains have not felt at all on my body, and the muscles on my body have gradually taken shape, which is almost like two people when I first arrived.

Running on the beach, the weight of eight kilograms caused me a certain load, but compared to before, it was nothing at all.

"Hey, Han Bing, how much was you fined?" Anne didn't know when she would catch up with me from behind, and she was carrying a load, but it was lighter than me, with a five-kilogram sandbag tied around her waist.

"Ten kilometers, but there should be five hundred push-ups waiting for me in the back, it doesn't matter, I'm used to it for a long time!" I said lightly.

Now I can communicate with everyone normally in English, but I can't usually speak a few words, and everyone is speaking English, so it's hard to learn.

"It's okay, I'll be with you!" Anne said very politely.

"You? Can you? I joked.

"If you don't accept it, you will compare and see who runs ten kilometers first!" After saying that, she suddenly accelerated past me, strode forward, ran for a whole month, and broke through the limit every day, and now ten kilometers is really not a problem for us!

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, and was about to speed up my pace to catch up, when another person rushed to the side, it was an Asian boy who lived in my lower bunk, he was Thai, his name was Pachai, he was a very powerful boy, he looked thin and weak, and he had never fallen behind.

What I didn't expect was that this kid surprised me a lot in the following days.

"Are you guys competing?" Bachai asked with a grin.

"No way, there are always some people who are not convinced, especially girls!" I have a good impression of him, and I can usually talk a few words when we meet.

"Then run until she wears! Haha......" After Bachai finished speaking, he suddenly accelerated and chased after Anne.

"You're a good boy!" I rolled my eyes and chased after me.

"What kind of ability is it to outrun girls, there is a kind of running with me!" The two white boys in the dormitory also chased after them, and the guy I beat up on the first day provoked Bachai to Bachai.

"Just you? Catch up with me! Bachai glanced at him and said disdainfully.

I patted my head, none of these guys are worry-free. Then, I suddenly accelerated and rushed up, comparing and comparing, who is afraid of whom!

As a result, more and more people joined, and it became almost an all-staff race, and no one was convinced, and as a result, the original 10 kilometers became 15 kilometers, and then it became 20 kilometers, and no one remembered how far they ran, until finally I was the only one left on the beach who could stand, and the race was over.

It wasn't without benefit to be retaliated against by the instructors, I trained more than everyone else, and as a result, no one can outrun me now, and don't forget, I'm still carrying eight kilograms.

The race didn't end until noon, and because of the delay in other subjects prepared by the instructors, we were collectively punished for doing push-ups in the seawater, and each had to dip their heads in the sea water to be considered standard.

This kind of punishment depends on the mood of the instructor, if you are in a good mood, you may do it for two hours or three hours, and if you are in a bad mood, you will have no head, keep doing it, and when you faint and when it will end.

Today the instructor seemed to be in a good mood, from noon to six o'clock in the evening, wondering how it felt, no one will tell you, because there was no feeling for a long time, numb, wooden, limbs stiff to the point of immobility, at least half of the people were dragged out of the water by the instructor.

I climbed to the shore by myself, ten meters away, I climbed for half an hour, and as soon as I reached the shore, I felt a blackness in front of me, and then a strong tiredness swept over my brain, and then I didn't know anything.

When I reflexively jumped out of the tent when I heard the whistle, it was already the next morning, and there was a swelling pain in the muscles of my body, but I was used to it, and it was the norm to wake up like this every day.

Pack up casually and rush out of the tent quickly, for fear that it will be later to attract the special care of the instructor.

Everyone gathered on the beach not far away, everyone seemed to be in good shape, after such a long time of training, everyone had already adapted to this intensity, and the recovery was naturally fast.

All the instructors were there, and they drove the car over, I was a little strange, I saw that this posture was going home, I lived on the beach for more than a month, I got used to it, I really want to go back to the dormitory, I don't know if I can sleep.