Zhu Zhiyang's words immediately made the players of the tactical group B dissatisfied. The badge of "Wood Dragon" on their collars was clearly exchanged for their lives, but in Zhu Zhiyang's mouth, it became Sun Songyan's charity! Zhou Bai opened his mouth to refute Zhu Zhiyang's somewhat arbitrary remarks.

"Dada!"

Before Zhou Bai's rebuttal could be exported, Zhu Zhiyang pulled the trigger of the assault rifle in his hand, and the two bullets fell less than two centimeters away from Zhou Bai's combat boots.

"I know you may have a problem with what I just said. I'm a very democratic person, and any of you can have an opinion about me, and I'm welcome to have an opinion, but before you say your bullshit, go over there and ring that cute little bell! ”

Zhu Zhiyang pointed to the small clock hanging on the wooden shelf ten meters away on his right, and shouted at the people in Tactical Group B, "Because I don't want to see people who enter the D-7 training camp, they are the kind of girls who like to chirp crookedly and don't have a handle in their crotch!" In the D-7 training camp, my fox head is the sky, the emperor, and the Buddha, everything is up to me, do you hear clearly!? ”

"Clear!" The six people in the tactical group B replied loudly in a voice that was not weaker than Zhu Zhiyang's. But as soon as their voices were spoken, they were blown away by the monsoon winds blowing on the Mediterranean Sea in the endless Sahara Desert.

Zhu Zhiyang took out a silver badge from his camouflage trouser pocket and played with it in his hand, and said towards the tactical group B standing straight in the desert: "I won't give six S-level ratings like a man's wife, such a ridiculous result." I only have this one and only Storm Dragon badge in my hand, and only one of you can get it, but if you want to take it in my hand, you have to show the strength that I recognize!" ”

Luo Hao looked at the "Storm Dragon" badge that was constantly thrown in Zhu Zhiyang's hand, refracting a silver luster in the air, and a scorching color flashed in his eyes, this is his goal in the D-7 training camp for the next six months!

"I don't care what you've been through in the jungle camp, and I don't have to tell me the high-sounding, convincing reasons, but in my eyes they don't have any difference from the toilet paper in the toilet!"

Zhu Zhiyang's eyes swept over the six people with cold eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Being late is being late, and being late will be punished!" Now each of you goes over there and carries 10 kilograms of sandbags, first runs five laps around the camp with the sandbags, and then puts the sandbags on your backs and does 200 push-ups on the spot in one hour! ”

The D-7 training camp is very large, although it is not as long as the cement track on the periphery of the Dragon's Den training ground, but it runs circles around the training camp, and each lap is at least six or seven hundred meters.

And Luo Hao and these people are still carrying sandbags, although the sandbags are only ten kilograms, but the sand is very soft, and running on it with sandbags requires far more physical strength than on flat ground.

As the sun slowly rises over the horizon, the temperature in the D-7 training camp begins to climb under the sun's rays.

In the arid tropics, where the D-7 training camp is located, the average daily temperature difference is 17. 5 degrees Celsius, the maximum temperature during the day can reach nearly 45 degrees Celsius in the current season!

In order to prevent thermal burns and excessive loss of body moisture, the members of the tactical B team, whose whole body is wrapped in desert camouflage combat uniforms, feel like a rice dumpling that has been firmly tied up and then thrown into the water and boiled!

The 200 push-ups were only halfway done, and the sweat had already soaked the cotton T-shirt inside the camouflage combat uniform.

Sweat frantically oozes from the pores on the faces of the Tactical B players, pools along their cheeks to their chins, and then drips into the desert beneath them, leaving a small watermark on the dry sand, and then quickly disappearing.

Zhu Zhiyang, who was holding a tweeter in his hand, looked at the tactical group B with a ten-kilogram sandbag on his body and crouching in the desert doing push-ups, "Your speed is too slow, were you stunned by the flight attendant on the plane, and you have no strength in your hands and feet?" If that's the case, get up and run over to ring the bell, I don't want to waste precious time on the waste, because it will make me feel very bored! ”

Zhu Zhiyang took a bottle of saline with ice cubes from the hand of the assistant teacher next to him, squatted beside Situ Kong, and shook it vigorously. The sound of the rushing water made Situ Kong extremely greedy to hear it.

"Want to drink?"

Zhu Zhiyang looked at Situ Kong, whose Adam's apple was constantly rolling, and said temptingly: "If you want to drink, go and ring that bell, so that you can not only drink this saline with ice cubes, but also fresh fruits and cold Coke." Think about it, on such a hot day, how refreshing it is to fill up with an iced Coke and then have a comfortable burp. ”

"Goo-dong!"

Situ Kong swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely to relieve the dryness in his mouth.

"Do you want to drink it?"

Situ Kong shook his head like a rattle.

Zhu Zhiyang unscrewed the bottle and poured the cold saline solution inside on the sand in front of Situ Kong. Situ Kong watched as the salt water quickly seeped into the sand and then disappeared.

Throwing away the empty bottle in his hand, Zhu Zhiyang yelled at the six people lying on the sand: "If you don't want to drink, give me an acceleration!" You don't have much time, so fuck me off if you can't do it! ”

Zhu Zhiyang walked up to Luo Hao and asked in a cold voice, "You are the leader of Group B, Crazy Dragon?" ”

"Report, yes!" Luo Hao's subordinates didn't stop and replied in a deep voice.

"Shit, you can be called a 'dragon' like this? In my opinion, you are clearly waste, you are waste number 1, and they are number 2, 3, 4, 5, 6! Zhu Zhiyang pointed to Zhou Bai, Xu Xudong, Situ Kong, Li Yifeng, and Lin Xiaoyang next to him, and shouted loudly.

Hearing Zhu Zhiyang's words, a trace of anger flashed in Luo Hao's eyes, and he stopped in place with his hands supporting his body.

Zhu Zhiyang raised his foot and stepped on the sandbag on Luo Hao's back, looked at Luo Hao, whose whole face was flushed, with a condescending attitude, and asked contemptuously, "Do you have an opinion?" ”

"Report! No! Luo Hao supported his body with both hands, resisting the force exerted on him by Zhu Zhiyang's right foot, and gritted his teeth and replied.

"If not, let me go down!" Zhu Zhiyang's right foot slammed into Luo Hao's trembling body.

When the six people of Tactical Group B completed Zhu Zhiyang's punishment, several people were as if they had just come out of the sauna, except for the outermost AOR1 camouflage combat uniform, all over the body, from T-shirts to underwear, there was no place that was still dry! And Zhu Zhiyang is obviously not ready to let them go like this!