The rookies have been in the training camp for three weeks, and according to the training schedule, the rookies will start training for Hell Week. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The so-called Hell Week is a training that simulates a real combat environment.

The rookies have to go through seven days and seven nights of inhuman torture, during which they are not allowed to rest and have to complete all kinds of different tasks that appear at random.

Running 32 kilometers of mountain roads in full gear within two hours, and in the rapid supply of the battlefield, ammunition boxes, logs (blistered), sandbags and other different materials had to be carried to the top of the mountain, and those who fell behind had to be punished by Zhang Yan.

Since the beginning of the Devil's Week, it is not only the physical fitness of the rookies that has been tested and exercised, but also the psychological endurance and the awareness of teamwork have been continuously strengthened.

The long-term fatigue and hunger, and the physical output beyond their own limits, made the rookies' stomachs as uncomfortable as if they had swallowed an iron lump.

The special forces' iron stomach is not just talking.

Train, train, train!

If the physical strengthening week and intensive training week are to allow the rookies to complete the ideological transformation from a student to a special forces, then from the beginning of the devil's week, it is constantly tormenting and constantly allowing the rookies to break through their limits.

Forced marching in the jungle, carrying logs, armed swimming, tactical training, individual physical training, all training is carried out in a simulated real battlefield environment.

In the 300-mile jungle, explosions and gunshots come out every day, and the smoke of gunpowder blackens the big trees in the jungle, and the bullet casings all over the ground fall to the ground with the high temperature after discharge, making a "clanging" sound.

Zhang Yan will personally go on the court and take turns to play various training competitions and sparrings with rookies.

In the mountains and mud fighting, the instructors left scars on the rookies that can never be erased.

During the day, the instructors will hold a loudspeaker and roar loudly in the ears of the rookies, and at night, when the fatigue and sleepiness make the rookies unable to open their eyes, the instructors will pull the rookies under the searchlights and let them sunbathe.

Iron nails, high-pressure water guns, searchlights, horns, all kinds of different things are all called on the rookies.

The rookies spent seven days and seven nights in a daze, and finally with a gunshot, the hell week training finally ended!

Algeleng looked at Zhang Yan standing in front of him with a confused look, holding the ammunition box high in both hands, and didn't know what to do for a while.

The muddy water flowed from the top of Algeren's head to his face, touched two high raised cheekbones, and fell to the ground.

"Put the ammo box down, the training is over!"

"Yes!"

Algeren mechanically put the ammunition box into the mud pit, thought about it wrong, and raised it and put it on the edge of the mud pit.

"You have fifteen minutes to shower and eat, and in fifteen minutes, I'm going to see you all back in your dorm!"

After a brief gathering, the rookies immediately rushed back to the dormitory, and then rushed into the bathroom like the wind!

They hadn't taken a shower for a month since they arrived at the training camp!

Algeren was rinsing his body in hot water, his limbs and body covered with various scars, some of which had just scabbed, and some of which were still showing bright red tender flesh.

Taking a deep breath, Algeren quickly scrubbed his body, put on his clothes and ran out of the bathroom.

For the tortured rookies, the warm and comfortable hot water is like a drug for them, knowing that it is a trap, they will jump into it until they can't extricate themselves.

As soon as Algeren rushed out of the bathroom, he saw Zhang Yan and them standing at the door of the bathroom, looking inside the bathroom with a smile on their faces.

Algeren looked at the bathroom, and then at the instructors, as if he had figured something out, and turned around and prepared to run into the bathroom to inform the people inside.

"Gelen, stop!"

A devilish voice sounded, and Algeleng suddenly stopped his steps and turned his head to look at Zhang Yan.

"Hello instructor!"

Algeren gave Zhang Yan a military salute, and the anxious look on his face betrayed his heart.

"Gelen, you're not stupid."

Zhang Yan's words made Algeleng want to laugh as usual, but he couldn't laugh.

"Go eat at once, and then go back to rest."

"Instructor, I'm ......," Algeren's face showed a look of difficulty in making a decision, "Instructor, they're just too tired...... ”

"Geleng, go back!"

The smile on Zhang Yan's face became even brighter, and in the pitch-black base, the dim light from the bathroom window shone on Zhang Yan's face, making his face look a little sallow.

Algeren gritted his teeth, stomped the ground helplessly, turned around and ran towards the cafeteria.

"It's kind of interesting." Zhang Yan looked at the back of Geleng leaving and muttered.

Rookies who have been in a state of exhaustion and hunger for a long time are like frogs in a pot when they encounter warm and comfortable hot water.

Boiling a frog in warm water will make the frog sink and make the rookies lose track of time!

Wu Rui and Wang Haoran took out two training grenades from their ammunition bags, unplugged the safety, and threw them into the steaming bathroom.

Two explosions came out, and the rookies in the bathroom let out a scream and exclamation, and then immediately rushed out of the bathroom.

Zhang Yan stood in the open space outside the bathroom, his mouth constantly making a "poof" sound of "poof", and his face was full of smiles.

Bursts of laughter came out of the instructors' mouths, and a group of bare-bottomed rookies stood in front of Zhang Yan and them, covering their hands underneath and covering their faces.

One by one, the rookies shrunk into shrimp and stood on the dark base playground with their backs bent, the cold wind blowing through their bodies, blowing a thick layer of goosebumps.

In the distance, there was the sound of dull footsteps, the queue of rookies returning to the dormitory on their own.

Zhang Yan shouted to a group of bare-bottomed rookies, "Do you want others to admire your body?" ”

"I hate people who don't keep time, and today you remember to me that in the special forces, time is life!"

"Look at your bare butts, you're so excited!"

"Are you guys working on it in there?"

Zhang Yan circled around the rookies with interest, the obscene smile on his face and the tongue that stretched out from time to time frightened the rookies all huddled together.

"Are you hungry?"

The sound of "grunting" sounded, as if in response to Zhang Yan's words, and the rookies, who were already blushing, dug their heads deep into their crotches again.

"Looks like you know hunger too!"

"Do you want to eat?"

"Yes!"

"I can't hear you!"

"Yes!"

"Excellent! Just know how to eat! The smile on Zhang Yan's face became even brighter, the dark night covered his bright eyes, and the rookies didn't know that they had been taken into the ditch by Zhang Yan.

"The cooking class has prepared dinner for you tonight, and there is a big bucket in the cafeteria, which is your dinner!"

"I'll give you five minutes, and after five minutes I'll check the shop, and if you don't get back to the dormitory on time, I'll tie you up at the gate and let the bees have a close contact with your dick!"

"Fuck off, rookies!"