In ancient times, it was said that the plum quenched thirst and painted bread to satisfy hunger. But now that they have really seen the barracks of their dreams, the soldiers are all happy.

Carrying dozens of pounds of supplies, it is no longer too heavy. Walking on the grassland that is muddy and sinking straight to the legs, it is no longer too bitter. As if to rush into his mother's arms, he ran towards the camp with a shout of joy.

The guards of the camp saw from afar the soldiers who were howling and drooling wildly. Looking at these soldiers who were covered in mud and water, they couldn't tell their appearance for a long time. The guards raised their guns and shouted at them in righteous terms.

But at this time, the soldiers who still cared so much about it crashed into the guards. Pity two or three guards who were knocked and rolled all over the ground like balls.

The guards managed to get up with difficulty, and the soldiers had already rushed into the compound like rabbits.

"Don't stop them. Let them go. "Nighthawk arrived just in time, stopping the guards from preparing to continue the pursuit. He understood that the soldiers were too tired, and if they stopped them, they would have to lie down in the doorway.

Sure enough, the soldiers rushed to the middle of the playground. Regardless of the muddy water all over the ground, he threw down the equipment he was carrying with a bang, fell directly on the spot, and lay down in the muddy water to relax his body.

Stretching the relaxed muscles of the whole body, the soldiers are how comfortable they are. The pain and suffering on the road have long since been lost to the country of Java. At this moment, the Nighthawk was standing in front of them, and they couldn't remember who it was. If you dare to disturb their rest, you can go up and give him two punches.

But the nighthawk is the nighthawk, and it won't let them forget their own. Before the soldiers could stretch their upper bodies, Nighthawk had already walked to the playground.

"Stand up for me, and see what you look like, are you still like a soldier? A soldier without a sense of discipline is at best a half-tone, and he cannot be called a complete soldier. Nighthawk roared, his expression stern and not angry.

The soldiers got up with a look of resentment, and they were really unconvinced and unwilling that Nighthawk had come to disturb their rest at this time. But they still stood up like children who had made a mistake, and they would stand in a row with their bodies tilted.

When the team was all standing, Nighthawk slowly smiled and said, "I counted just now, and there is no one missing, and I am very relieved that you are all back to the camp again." It seems that I brought you from all over the world, and I made the right choice. ”

Hearing Nighthawk's praise, the soldiers didn't know whether to be happy or sad. It took so much effort, is it just to get a praise from this pervert?

Nighthawk continued: "You don't have to scold me in your heart, I can't help it, I don't have much time, and I don't have much time to train you. What is left to you is a very anxious future, and I can only say that it is necessary to train you in a way that is ten times more difficult than training a special forces, in order to make you become talents quickly.

This 120 kilometers of training, you can withstand it, it is already very remarkable. Even a real special forces soldier is nothing more than that, and I am very optimistic about you. By the way, congratulations on the first round of exams after coming here, the endurance test.

Next, you're going to go through two months of physical training, and that's the real devil's training. Well, don't talk about it so much. In short, welcome to Hell. ”

When the soldiers heard Nighthawk's words, they were not frightened. They are even more glad that they did not give up in the midst of so much pain. If you give up, I'm afraid you can only say goodbye to your comrades around me now.

"Alright, you've been hungry for a day, so take it to dinner." As he spoke, he glanced at the mine, turned around and walked away.

The mine stepped forward and shouted: "Turn right, target, canteen." Qi - step by step. ”

A group of soldiers, who were not much cleaner than the beggars on the side of the road, dragged their tired and almost lying shells, and slowly moved towards the canteen like refugees.

The cafeteria is long gone, and the guards have eaten early, so what should they do at this time? However, knowing that these remnants were coming back, the people in the cafeteria still left food for them.

Big steamed buns with white flowers, oily chicken thighs, fragrant roast duck, you name it. The soldiers' saliva was dripping, and although the training was hard, they were able to eat so well. That's not bad, either.

Landmine pinched his watch and shouted, "You have two minutes, from now, to start." ”

I don't know what kind of moths come out of the mines, anyway, it's not a good thing for the soldiers to listen to it. Spread his legs, and his body almost hit the dining table. The soldiers stuffed whatever they caught into their mouths. A few soldiers choked and hiccuped, but they still kept stuffing things into their mouths, as if they were afraid of being snatched by others.

The wolf-like soldiers almost took off their heads and poured food directly into it. Chewing on the delicious food, and having no time to distinguish its taste, Lang swallowed the cook's painstaking masterpiece.

"Stop!" The mine shook the canteen with another loud shout, stopping the soldiers who were still desperately grabbing food. A few of them were still holding chicken legs in their hands, and they didn't care about three, seven, twenty-one, and even the bones were stuffed into their mouths.

"In the future, the time for each meal is only two minutes, and if you don't eat or don't eat, you will be blamed for your bad luck." Landmine said sternly.

There is no cunning like Nighthawk, more of a hint of seriousness. The soldiers agreed with his words, even though many of them were unwanted to be heard.

The mines quickly assembled their teams and returned to the playground with their mouths full of oil and unfinished soldiers. Nighthawk never left, smiling and waiting for them to return.

"Have you eaten enough?" Nighthawk asked.

No one answered, and the soldiers all looked at Nighthawk with fear. They knew that after Nighthawk cared so much about warmth, there would definitely be no good follow-up.

Sure enough, before the soldiers could speak, Nighthawk said to himself: "I'm very sorry to make you tired for a day." After all, the human body has a limit, and it can't be overstretched. In this way, we will not run anymore, and the physical fitness test will begin, and those who pass will stay, and those who will not be qualified. Hehe, let's let you experience our food. ”

"Damn, it's real." Seeing Nighthawk smiling so evilly, the soldiers knew that the following assessment was a matter of life and death. Think about the pain of 120 kilometers, what will the physical fitness assessment below be like?

The soldiers could not have imagined it. Imagination can only invisibly increase one's own burden.

Nighthawk stared at the recruits. Their faces have been distorted by tension and fear. Under such an unfathomable stimulus, it is estimated that some people will have a lot of psychological pressure and can't bear it without waiting for the assessment.

"Alright, let's talk about the rules." Nighthawk turned around, pointed to the northernmost row of training and equipment yards in the playground and said, "There, in pairs." 100 movements per device, uninterrupted. After completing one set, report to the instructor at the next apparatus section.

Four 400-meter hurdles, 200 push-ups, 200 sit-ups, 200 crunches, punches! Hehe, until you smash the target. There are also tactics for various postures of 100 meters each time. The belly frog jumps 200 times, and the duck steps 800 meters. Okay, that's all, bring people over and get ready to start. ”

The faces of the soldiers were as ugly as they were. Nighthawk's assessment is really the same as he said, the devil's training from hell. Isn't it fatal to put together so much body-consuming training?

But the soldiers could not complain, and the mines had already begun to give orders and led them to the training ground. The soldiers had to keep a bitter face and pray that a thunderbolt from heaven would take the Nighthawk away directly, and that they would never return to the world.

In the end, the cursed soldiers accepted the reality and bowed their heads, silently waiting for the assessment to begin.

The soldiers are divided into groups of two, and try to pick people they know together, so that there is no pressure and they will feel much better.

Bai Yu and Hong Guang were together, and they hadn't been able to say a few words properly since they entered the camp yesterday. At this moment, the two people standing together nodded slightly, as if they were in another world. Encourage each other with eye eyes. More real stories must not be eliminated.

Others have too many reasons to give up, but neither of them can do so. How many times on the verge of giving up. They will all have in their minds the comrades who gave up the opportunity and left the honor to them. The two will never forget the little Zhao who covered their retreat, and He Yi, who never saw each other again at the last moment.

For the sake of their comrades-in-arms and their expectations, they will never give up. What's more, that is the honor of soldiers, which is the pride in their bones and the pillar of their lives.

After a long wait, it was finally their turn, and in the midst of the thunder's shouting, the two of them accelerated towards the horizontal bar with all their might. Without waiting for the mine standing on the side to greet him, he hung directly on the bar.

"A hundred pull-ups, start. One, two, three, move quickly...... "The two of them swayed back and forth, because their strength was overdrawn too much, and their waists could no longer exert any force, and it was not good to control the swing of the body. As a result, they could only use their strength to feed, one by one, desperately completing the task.

"Next, hurry up, don't stop." After doing 100 pull-ups, they just hit the ground and didn't wait for them to catch their breath. The mines drove them to the next subject.

"Hurry up, hurry up, is this how you old troops teach? Are you old soldiers like you, like an old lady with little feet? Da Niu stood in front of the parallel bars with a big grin, unceremoniously scolding the two who came slowly.

Hong Guang and Bai Yu's faces were red to the base of their necks. They are most taboo about someone talking about their old troops. It's not good to say anything, you have to talk about the old troops they are proud of, isn't this a diaphragm.

The two roared angrily, brushed and weighed the parallel bars, screaming in their mouths, and desperately bent their arms on the parallel bars.

"Well, the momentum is good, keep it up." Da Niu praised them with a smile. Didn't take their roar seriously!

100 bending arms have just been done, and I just want to shake off my sore arms. Da Niu had already shouted: "Hurry up, hurry up, go to the next subject, do you old troops like to procrastinate like this?" ”

It's the old army again, if it weren't for the big bull being as strong as a tank. The two of them were ready to raise their fists and beat him. Glaring at him hatefully, Hong Guang and Bai Yu quickly ran towards the next instructor.