Inside a building on the base. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The chameleon instructor stood in front of the window and looked at the people who were organizing relaxation in the distance.

A strong man who is not tall and has very dark skin, wearing a spring and autumn uniform, carrying a two-haired epaulettes, holding a cup of strong tea in his hand, sitting behind a desk and looking at the chameleon instructor.

"Zhigang, in just two days, a third of it has been eliminated, isn't it too ruthless?" The colonel blew on the tea leaves from the cup and said to the chameleon officer.

Retracting his gaze, the chameleon instructor slowly walked to the side of the sofa and sat down, and said to the colonel solemnly: "Captain, we have been iron-blooded in recent years, and the mortality rate has remained high, but the selection was a little loose before. Rather than letting them die on the battlefield, perhaps increasing the difficulty of the selection, it would be a better way to choose the strongest of the strong. ”

"Hey—" Thinking of his brother who died on the battlefield, the headmaster sighed, and the sadness on his face could see the pain in his heart.

He didn't want every brother who went out on a mission to complete the task perfectly and come back safely. But special forces are also flesh and blood, and death is inevitable. The only thing he can do is to use his sweat on weekdays to exchange for a chance to survive on the battlefield.

"Since the task of this assessment has been entrusted to you, it is up to you to decide, and how much you can stay depends on their own persistence."

The colonel retracted his sadness, his eyes were full of anticipation, he still hoped that there were good seedlings in this group of soldiers.

The chameleon instructor may have felt that the topic was too burdensome, so he smiled and said to the colonel: "Captain, I got a good harvest this time, and I added another golden bean." ”

"Haha, I've been with the lieutenant colonel for so long, Ling Feng and their iron wolf group. The last task was completed very well, and it gave me an opportunity to add a bean, and it will come naturally. The colonel was in a good mood about this matter, and said happily to the chameleon instructor.

As he spoke, the colonel remembered something, walked to the window, and said to the chameleon instructor with a smile: "That little guy I found, don't make him too hard." I'm counting on him to set me up a new cooking class, and you don't want to scare him away. ”

Hearing the colonel's words, the chameleon instructor was a little confused, and asked in surprise: "Captain, you don't know about his situation?" ”

"Isn't he just a chef? Is there anything else? The expression on the chameleon instructor's face aroused the Colonel's curiosity, and he turned to look at him and asked.

The chameleon instructor loosened his shoulders and said helplessly: "I estimate that the rest of the team has been eliminated, and he will have nothing to do." Also, I guess he was the one who stole the chicken from the kitchen of the cooking class last night. ”

"I haven't seen you for a few months, that clever little ghost, so much change? Kind of interesting, haha. ”

Xie Heilong's performance surprised the colonel, and he couldn't help but look out the window again.

Looking at the soldiers in the distance, the colonel secretly said in his heart: "There are really a lot of secrets on this little guy, it seems that I really picked up the treasure this time." ”

The assessment continues, and the chameleon instructors' means of playing games are becoming more and more advanced, today is 10 kilometers of anti-log in the morning, and 5 kilometers of pushing big wheels in the afternoon. Tomorrow it's another 20km triathlon.

Fighting in a mud pond, five consecutive 100 stamina, rock climbing, gun shooting, and so on.

The remaining 90 or so soldiers who participated in the assessment are also struggling to support in this game of step-by-step upgrading and becoming more and more perverted.

The long-term and difficult training has worn out the enthusiasm of every soldier. When the last bit of passion wears off, all that remains is numbing mechanical movements, stiff and painful muscles. There is also the unwilling will, supporting the tired and weak body.

The assessment team members who have been tortured and abused by him have an idea in their hearts: the chameleon's mind must be full of methods to torture them, and there is nothing else.

Time is also in the chameleon instructor's "game", running forward quickly, and today is the last item of the assessment.

After a month of hellish assessment, there were still 38 people who participated in the assessment, and they persevered with their tenacious will.

And today, the remaining 38 soldiers, each of them standing on the playground with high morale and momentum, waiting for the arrival of the chameleon instructor. Although I don't know what kind of horror "game" the final trick is, everyone is not afraid and full of confidence.

"Bang-Bang-Bang"

The dull footsteps of heavy combat boots on the ground came slowly, step by step.

The last moment finally came, and every soldier in the queue couldn't help but straighten up, and with excitement and curiosity, looked at the place where the sound came.

I saw the chameleon instructor walking in front of the crowd with his hands behind his back, followed by several burly soldiers with oil paint on their faces.

They stood in pairs, left and right, carrying a box of war supplies made of PE material. Walking forward with neat steps, strong and powerful steps. Arriving at the front of the queue, they put down the combat supplies box in their hands, saluted the chameleon instructor collectively, and then turned around and walked out in unison.

These soldiers did not have any superfluous movements throughout the whole process, and they were clean and neat. I don't know what they look like. You can only get a little information from their epaulettes.

Some have the rank of lieutenant, some have the rank of non-commissioned officer, and what is unexpected is that there is a major in it. Major as a creep? Everybody saw that he understood what was going on.

After the supplies were placed, the chameleon instructor waved his hand at the mobile sentry post, signaling them to open the combat readiness supply box.

There were three war supply boxes in total, and the rectangular ones contained a lot of compressed biscuits, but these were completely different from what Xie Heilong had seen before. The portions are larger and the color is a little darker.

The second one is square, with some cans in it, neatly arranged inside, and it is impossible to see what type of cans it is.

The third box is smaller, with a lot of things in small black boxes. There is no label on the outside of the box, and there is a sense of mystery that is incomprehensible.

"Ahem"

The Chameleon Cult coughed a few times, diverting everyone's attention from the war supply box.

With a straight look, he shouted solemnly to the queue: "Soldiers, congratulations on making it to this last level. But don't be too happy, the previous assessment is just to warm you up. This last hurdle is the focus of this assessment. ”

As soon as the conversation changed, the chameleon instructor suddenly smiled, as if he had encountered something funny, and said to everyone with great interest: "This time we are going to play a fun big game." ”