Tang Long took a closer look, and the combat effectiveness of all the staff had improved.

Xu Xiangcheng has a good foundation, and with the nourishment of Tang Long's excessive physical enhancement potion, his combat effectiveness has risen to 97, and after a while, he jumped to 98.

Wang Boming and Zhang Xiaobo both have extremely low physical fitness, and their ability to withstand physical strengthening potions is also low, so their combat effectiveness naturally does not grow much.

But both of them also broke thirty points of combat power.

Lu Ming's old fritter showed enough tenacity, and after the effect of the physical enhancement potion, he forcibly resisted fatigue and continued to train, and his combat effectiveness increased significantly, and now it has reached 69.

As those who have not undergone special operations training and still have shortcomings in their will, this kind of progress is already quite good.

"Good job," Tang Long nodded with satisfaction, "The next step is to pass the assessment in one go." ”

The assessment score of more than 70 combat effectiveness can properly exceed the top 100, which is calculated by Tang Long based on the combat effectiveness of the soldiers of each company this week.

In the next two days, Tang Long didn't go anywhere, so he took everyone in the pig breeding class to train on the training ground of the Ninth Company.

With the foundation of physical enhancement elixirs, everyone doesn't feel tired when they practice, and they look like front-line fighters in the main combat force when they focus on training.

Although all the members of the Ninth Company are practicing on the training ground, as long as everyone in the pig breeding class sees a certain item to practice, the other fighters will honestly give up the training equipment.

After Huo Wu's incident, everyone knew that there was a high-ranking person behind the pig breeding class, which was not something that they could provoke these small privates, and it was better to have more than less, so they watched them train from the side.

At first, the soldiers' thoughts were: anyway, the usual assessment of the pig class is skipped, and although the regiment commander must participate in this assessment, in fact, they have no ability to do so.

Just watch it as a joke!

But what happened next almost scared their teeth out.

In the 100-meter sprint, all the participants are within 10 seconds...... Full!

This means that all the members of the pig class can get good results when they go to the Olympics.

Pull-ups, everyone's style of painting is the same, hands on the horizontal bar will be done naturally, all of them are done enough 150 before they are still unfinished to let go.

I can't get enough of it!

Whose family does pull-ups is not too painful to want, but your pig class takes pull-ups as a pleasure?

Are you devils?

A different kind of fear grew in the hearts of the officers and men of the Ninth Company - it wouldn't really let these guys from the pig breeding squad get the qualification for the selection of the Tiger Commando Squad, right?

Of course, the nightmare has only just begun.

The night after the pig class was shown, a rumor came out of the cooking class - the auction of places.

The people in the pig class plan to auction off the selection quota obtained after the assessment, and the price is very low, two cigarettes are auctioned, and the lowest price is 1 at a time.

It's so low that almost no one takes it seriously.

But the mentality behind this is frightening, and the pig class is so confident, as if this place is already in their pocket.

Looking at the quiet training ground in the middle of the night, Hu Zhishun's mood was difficult to calm down.

Yesterday, the head of the regiment took the trouble to come to the first class and took a turn, called him out, and said: "At all costs, if you beat Tang Long in the assessment, I will give you a promotion!" ”

Listen to it, kill Tang Long and give him a boost.

The words of the head of the regiment were like a spark that ignited the dry desert in Hu Zhishun's heart.

Whatever it takes, right?

Hu Zhishun took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

The morning that would decide the fate of many fighters came immediately, and the entire Iron Fist Regiment lined up on the playground, looking at Kang Lei with a serious face on the command platform.

"I didn't want to speak today, and people don't like to listen to me, but I just want to mention that the army is made of discipline! And the soldiers, but they are made by strength! ”

"Don't let your youth go to waste! There can be a few beats in life! If you don't fight at this time, when will you fight! ”

"I announce that this year's regimental assessment has begun!"

"Use me in the first battle, use me to win!" The slogans commonly used by conventional combat companies are a little different from those of special forces, and Tang Long shouted as he could.

In the queue of four consecutive shifts not far away, Bao Jian looked a little worried.

Early in the morning, he saw Hu Zhishun getting together with a few soldiers and muttering, those soldiers Bao Jian also knew, several troublesome characters in the Fifth Company, who often lived in confinement in disregard of military discipline.

The only difference between these people and Hu Zhishun is that Hu Zhishun's strength is much stronger than them, or if Hu Zhishun's physical performance is average, he is exactly the same as them.

What are they plotting? What are you doing?

Bao Jian thought wildly, but he couldn't think about it again, and the assessment was about to start.

The whole regiment set off at the same time, first with an armed 10-kilometer cross-country, then with an armed swim crossing, then with multi-energy shooting, after which they climbed the barbed wire fence and crawled forward in a fire network composed of empty ammunition, followed by a group of rapid-fire.

After a set is done, no matter how spiritual people are, they will be tossed and wasted.

All the fighters are equipped with a recorder blessed by Beidou navigation, which can transmit back the images captured by the camera in real time, so that some fighters can prevent them from slipping.

"Remember, don't scatter when the big guys stand together, and keep your speed steady," Tang Long instructed, "Don't slow down, it's hard to slow down and speed up again!" ”

Everyone in the pig class nodded again and again, Tang Long has taught them a lot of things in the past three days, so that their strength has made a qualitative leap, which can be intuitively reflected in their combat effectiveness.

Xu Xiangcheng: 137.

Lu Ming: 112.

Wang Erhu: 150.

Wang Boming: 105.

Zhang Xiaobo: 91.

This kind of combat effectiveness naturally has a huge advantage among the regular combat units dominated by the "rookies" in the mouth of Chen Shanming and others.

Boom!

The starting gun sounded, and the nearly 2,000 soldiers of the Iron Fist Regiment set off like a group of running wolves, and the footsteps shook the sky, and the startled dust made people unable to open their eyes, but they had to run forward.

Fragmentary stampedes occurred from time to time, and eventually almost turned into physical altercations, but fortunately, the pickets were very experienced with this kind of chaos, and the farce was quelled by dividing the three-and-five-two.

"One-two-one, one-two-one," Tang Long ran at the end of the pig class, shouting the trumpet, and everyone formed an "A" shape and ran forward.

This formation is not easy to be broken up, and if someone is in front of the wind and the person behind will run more easily, and then they will be replaced, and everyone can maintain a fairly good condition.

The A-line shape moves forward like a clipper, and in a short time it is in front of the body of water that is being swam in force.

The six of them were not sloppy, and they put on the airbag and went to the ground.

At this time, Hu Zhishun, who was closest to them, was still running hard at 60% of the race.

Tang Long didn't even have a chance to provoke him.