"Hey, you look in good spirits!" A crisp female voice came from behind her.

I turned my head and saw that it was the girl who had been punished with me, but she didn't look very good, her eyes were blank, her face was sallow, and she looked sluggish.

"What's wrong with you, you don't look good!" I frowned slightly.

"What else can I do, tired, aren't you tired?" She walked up to me and asked curiously.

"I'm so tired that I don't know I'm tired, but my spirit is better than yesterday, you say it's strange." I shrugged my shoulders, if I keep running, I must be better than yesterday.

"That's not weird!" Suddenly, a heavy voice came, and we looked back to see that it was the White Shark instructor, who was carrying a bag.

"It's your breakfast, old rule, two minutes!" After saying that, he threw the bag to us, and we didn't need to look at it to know that it was raw beef again, and the taste was all too familiar to me.

"Instructor, isn't it strange what you just said?" I grabbed a piece of beef and handed it to the girl, who didn't seem to ask for so much food after yesterday's torture.

"You feel that your strength has become stronger because you have broken through your own limits, but this is only the first time, you need to keep breaking through, only by constantly surpassing yourself can you continue to become stronger, and only when you are strong can you survive in the future." The White Shark instructor instructed us like a teacher, but his next sentence revealed the essence of the beast instructor, "One minute more!" ”

"Huh?" Hearing these three words, I hurriedly stuffed a few pieces of beef into my mouth, chewed a few casually and swallowed hard. The girl next to her sped up, but apparently not as much as I did.

"It's time!" The white shark instructor suddenly roared, slapped the meat off my hand, and roared: "Little Ghost No. 50, Little Ghost No. 100, extreme off-road, go immediately!" ”

"Oh God!" I patted my head, I already knew that today was not so good, and it should be getting sadter every day.

"Are you still grinding and waiting to be shot? Let's go! "The instructor's roar almost deafened my ears.

I set off again with the 50th, and I now know why we were allowed to run by the sea, partly because the sand here is more tiring than elsewhere, and partly because the islands are in a circle, that is, running around the beach, lap after lap, endlessly.

I have to admit that running today is indeed a little easier than yesterday, I glanced at the girl next to me, her physical strength is obviously not as good as mine, but she didn't give up, she has been gritting her teeth and persevering, not to mention that there are no human rights here at all, and you can't give up if you want to, unless you really don't want to live.

"In the future, let's communicate in English, if I don't say it right or can't speak, you can teach me!" I turned to her.

"I really admire that you still have the strength to speak!" She glared at me as she adjusted her breathing, "Thank you that day!" "She suddenly said something that baffled me.

"Thank me for what?" I asked strangely.

"It's in the water prison that you bite your fingers......" she didn't continue.

"Oh, you say that, it's nothing, who made me a boy!" I smiled, I didn't take it seriously!

"What's your name?" She suddenly turned her head and asked.

"Han Bing, what about you?"

"Anne Tia, nice to meet you!" She smiled, it was beautiful.

"Me too!" I wanted to shake her hand, but a bullet hit us in the middle of us, and we were so frightened that we quickly became focused.

Without talking, we continued to run, and along the way we kept meeting other children, and even saw the Asian kid who lived in my lower bunk, to my surprise, the guy looked thin and weak, and he was quite fast, and he seemed to have good physical strength, he should have set off before me, but I didn't see him look tired at all.

After about half an hour of running, No. 50 seemed to be a little struggling, sweating on my forehead, and my breathing became much heavier, but my feeling was not as strong as yesterday, and my physical strength and endurance seemed to have improved a lot.

For an hour, two hours, we kept running on this endless road, as long as the slightest relaxation would attract the instructor's bullets, I was really afraid that when they missed and killed us, so constantly cold the gun, there will always be a time to miss.

Eventually, No. 50 fell down first, fainted on the beach, and I dragged her away from the water and continued on her way.

I don't know how long I ran, God knows if it's two hours or three hours, anyway, as long as I don't get dizzy, I have to keep running, and I can't stop even if I can't climb, it's so perverted.

Eventually, I collapsed on the soft sand, smelling the faint smell of the sea, and my eyes went black and I fainted.

Everyone is the same, you have to run until you fall to finish the job, they say that only in this way can you break through the mental and physical limits in the shortest possible time, but to do so is also a great risk, not everyone can withstand such intense training.

I have always felt that in addition to supervising us, the instructors are also observing everyone's state and treating problems as soon as they find them.

However, the truth is not what I thought, what the black bear instructor said, if you want to survive here, you have to rely on your own skills, it is not an empty word, they really don't care about our life and death, and they are indeed cold-blooded and ruthless.

As I feared, on the third day of training, something really happened.

At that time, I was waking up from a fainting, as usual, there was food and water prepared by the instructor around me, and when I was about to eat and drink some energy and continue to be abused, the instructor sitting not far away seemed to have suddenly received an emergency and left in a hurry.

I wondered what could make these brute instructors leave us playthings, and he seemed to be in a hurry when he looked at his face.

Out of curiosity, I also stood up and chased after him with a kettle and beef.

Running out along the beach for a short distance, about seven or eight hundred meters, I saw a few people gathered on the beach, just two students, the rest were instructors, and the white shark was also here.

"What happened?" I thought to myself and followed, not daring to follow too closely, for fear of angering the instructor and punishing me again.

But the instructor didn't seem to bother with me, knowing that I didn't say anything behind me, I was even more curious, and when I got closer, through the gap in the crowd, I saw a scene that I couldn't forget for several years.

Blood, bright red blood, soaked the girl's body.

She was a Latina girl, brown skinned, and I didn't remember anything about her, except that she was one of us.

She died, right on the beach in training, I never knew that a man's blood could shed so much, the white sand was dyed red and soaked like a red carpet dragging her poignant body.

She had a smile on her face, no pain, and died peacefully, as if to tell everyone that I was finally free.

Is this hell? Yes, for us, this place is hell, and I understand these two words more and more, she is gone, she escapes from hell, and she is the first to escape, and she is greeted by heaven, the arms of God, otherwise how could she laugh so happily?