[Title page serial: No Years in the Mountains 4 · Times have changed, Arnold Imp"]

[The lonely black-robed boy admired the way of the assassin, and took away the life of the other party with a dagger in the dark and rainy night, like a falling flower silently, in his eyes it was an art worth practicing, until the guy named Vito couldn't help but stuff him with a special pistol and put a strange thing called a silencer on it]

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"Run! Run! ”

In the middle of the track at the training ground, from time to time there was a low roar from Seti, "Today is the first day, your task is very easy, as long as you finish these thirty laps in an hour, you can go to rest!" ”

"If you have fallen behind, you can't achieve this amount of training, so you can practice extra in the afternoon and run another 30 laps!"

The advantage brought by the giant's bloodline, in addition to height and strength, also has a thunderous voice, without the need for a megaphone, his voice is transmitted throughout the entire runway playground, converging and tormenting the eardrums of every soldier.

But what is more torturous than the voice is the content of those words.

The runway of the 78th branch is not small, one lap is more than 600 meters, and 30 laps in an hour are nearly 20,000 meters, which is exactly the limit level of most soldiers.

Unfortunately, since it is the majority, there are naturally exceptions.

"Fuck you! Lao Tzu is not running! ”

A slightly chubby warrant officer, when he ran to the thirteenth lap, finally couldn't hold on anymore, his body was crooked, and he leaned directly on the lawn next to him, panting and holding his waist, "I haven't tossed like this for several years, and I played so big as soon as I came up, who the can withstand it!" ”

He is Chinese New Year's Eve seven years old today, and he is one step closer to being a second lieutenant, how can he be considered a decent officer in the base, since he graduated from the boot camp in the first place, where has he been tortured like this in so many years?

can run more than a dozen laps, it's already for the sake of Vito's face before, really run these thirty laps in an hour, and you can't put half a life into it?

The fat warrant officer's movements are like a signal, some soldiers with poor physical fitness are excited when they see it, the recruits who just came in at the beginning of the year are timid and still hesitating, and some veterans who have been in the camp for many years have already relied on their qualifications and followed suit, lying on the lawn crookedly.

"Really, the mud can't hold up the wall......"

Ibuprofen, who was watching from the high platform, shook his head in disappointment, he glanced at Vito next to him, and found that the latter's attention was not on the sneaky soldiers at all, but on the pretty pink-haired figure.

"Huh?"

Ibuprofen noticed that the figure was Tina, and was immediately shocked, Ensign Tina is the most well-known beauty in the base, although she has a sense of justice and has always gotten along with the rest of the people, but the appearance is naturally not to say, Vito is also in love with the other party?

It seems to be a good match...... Ibuprofen compared the picture of the two together in his heart, the handsome man and the beautiful woman are simply eye-catching, and for a while he actually felt that if this thing could really be done, it would be one of the few beautiful talks in the 78 branch base.

Vito naturally didn't know what this colleague next to him was messing around, and the reason why he kept staring at Tina at the moment was very simple, that is, he wanted to see what level of strength this future major general of the headquarters had reached.

If he was too weak, even if he asked Heiko to write a letter of recommendation, the elite training camp of the headquarters probably wouldn't accept it, and then this little ghost would have to slip back to the branch, and his plan to bury the first dark line in the headquarters would naturally follow.

But now, it seems that it is still a little beyond his expectations, at least Tina is definitely reliable in terms of physical fitness.

Now it has only been half an hour, and it has already run to the twentieth lap, throwing the large army far away, and even set a few laps, and the breath is long and powerful, the rhythm is very well controlled, and there is obviously a lot of spare energy.

"There's a future."

Vito muttered, took out a cigarette and lit it, "When the training is over at noon, find a time to talk to her and give her the letter of recommendation." ”

His voice was very small, and he didn't hear a word of ibuprofen, and when he was in a daze, he suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that Seti, who was standing in the middle of the runway, had already come to the navy who was lying on the ground.

"This guy won't pluck his hair in public again......"

Ibuprofen pondered in his heart, thinking that it should be unlikely, firstly, the reason why yesterday's scene happened was after all Heiko's personal order, and secondly, the person in charge now is the gentle Vito, and there should be no such extreme situation......

But it soon turned out that he was completely wrong.

Under the shocked gaze of ibuprofen, as soon as Seti came to those navy, he used his hands together without pause, and directly and rudely pinched the heads of two of them, like an eagle catching a chicken.

On the fourth floor of the fortress, Heike, who was standing behind the office window and observing silently, saw this familiar scene, and suddenly felt a chill from the heavenly spirit, and subconsciously shrank his neck.

"Let go of Lao Tzu! It hurts, it hurts! ”

The one who was pinched by his head and picked it up happened to be the slightly chubby middle-aged warrant officer, his face was twisted and hideous, and he struggled desperately with all his strength, but in vain.

"Why stop to rest?" Seti looked at him with a blank expression, as if he were looking at a prey to be slaughtered.

"Can't you rest for a while when you're tired of running?" After finding that he couldn't break free, the fat warrant officer was suddenly embarrassed, "Lao Tzu is not one of those recruits, if you want to rest halfway, do you need to report it?" ”

"Nope."

Seti looked indifferent, "On this training ground, ...... Lord Vito, my second brother, without our permission, let alone a warrant officer, even if you are a second lieutenant, you have to run for me honestly. ”

In fact, the training plan is aimed at soldiers below the rank of second lieutenant, and the lieutenants have their own official duties, so they don't have to accept this kind of torture, but there are still special people like Tina who take the initiative to participate in the training in the field.

"Hey, I just want to rest!" The fat warrant officer was kept pinching his head and hanging in the air, and the anger also came up, "Lao Tzu didn't say that he wouldn't finish the thirty laps, but he couldn't run for the time being, and Mr. Colonel is not here now, who can show him such a sluggish look!" ”

In fact, the expression "holding chicken feathers as an arrow" is more suitable, but unfortunately there is obviously no such word in the dictionary of the fat warrant officer.

"You said you couldn't run?" Seti asked abruptly putting it down.

"Yes!" The fat warrant officer's feet finally touched the ground, and he admitted very shamefully that he had broken the jar, "I'm old, my legs are weak, I can't run, what's the matter!" ”

"Because of age, it is a force majeure, which is understandable."

Seti nodded, and was silent for a moment, until the fat warrant officer wondered if this guy was really going to open the net, and then said in a low voice: "Then if it's cold, can you run?" ”

"If it's cold, of course you have to run...... No, it's not, what do you mean by that? ”

The fat warrant officer subconsciously replied, and was immediately stunned, and his brain was a little down.

The weather on Earl Island is indeed cold and terrifying, even if it doesn't snow today, the temperature is about minus seven or eight degrees, but he is a local, he has long been used to it, and he is wearing a thick winter cotton uniform, not to mention cold after running so many laps, and he is stuffed with a hot sweat.

"It's good to be able to run."

Seti smiled innocently at him, stretched out two large hands and grabbed the other man's shoulders, and then suddenly exerted force in the look of the fat warrant officer contained horror and disbelief.

Whew!

The thick cotton clothes, as well as several layers of underwear inside, were instantly torn in half, and the white and chubby upper body was exposed to the cold wind below zero.