The next day, all the reservists of the Longyan Special Forces gathered on the training ground, which was logically a daily day, but because of the arrival of one person, it became less reasonable.

The upcoming instructor, Mad Dog, is a legendary devilish being, and every year the reservists have to go through his "baptism" before they can become a true warrior who has been tempered into steel.

At Long Yan, the title is an honor that proves worthy of being remembered.

His deeds have long been widely circulated, but most of them are biased towards the gruesome side, corporal punishment and beatings are just the lightest punishments, and what is even harsher is all kinds of will to challenge the limits of human beings and brutally destroy everything in front of them.

He even takes pleasure in self-harm, often single-handedly killing drug lords and terrorists in the base, and when he comes out, he can't even tell who is more terrifying, so he has earned the title of "mad dog".

Under him, there are no human rights, only power.

It can be said that the reason why the final pass rate of the reserve soldiers of the special operations unit is so low is due to the mad dog.

Exposed to the sun, everyone stood straight, except for the sound of the wind, the whole audience fell into a dead silence, they waited anxiously, and no one dared to move their bodies slightly.

As the assembly bell rang officially, a person walked to the makeshift platform, even if it was the scorching sun, an unreasonable peaked cap covered his head tightly, there was no expression on the face of the square, and his sturdy limbs were as strong as steel stakes and iron pillars, standing in front of him like a huge mountain that would not fall.

Mad Dog glanced at the recruits below, frowning, and a faint inhalation was heard from the crowd.

"I've heard, yesterday's drill was messed up, you good-for-nothing soft eggs." He said with a hideous smile.

No one responded, everyone looked ahead, and their pupils began to drift.

Without saying a word, Mad Dog walked quickly to the stage and stood in front of the first soldier in the first column, and suddenly looked at each other, so frightened that the soldier couldn't help blinking.

"It's not you!"

The soldier who was staring at him hesitated for a moment, and after coming back to his senses, he replied, "Report, no." ”

"Haven't you fucking eaten, you soft bastard like a bitch, give me an answer like a man!" He roared, spitting in the other's face.

"Report! No! ”

He continued to walk forward, and the soldier behind him let out a long breath, but his stiff body still did not dare to relax.

Mad Dog stopped again, grabbed the collar of the soldier next to him, lifted him up, and asked loudly, "Is it you!" ”

A look of panic appeared on the soldier's face, and his breathing became rapid, but he still said his answer very firmly: "Report!" No! ”

He let go suddenly, and the soldier fell to the ground in embarrassment, and without a moment's hesitation, he quickly got up and stood as if nothing had happened.

Yang Fan watched the scene in front of him with his spare eyes, his heart was in a mess, his teeth were chattering all the time, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, although he tried his best to control it, it was useless.

Mad Dog takes turns questioning one after another, and soon it will be his turn, and as the culprit who messed up the drill, he has no idea what kind of horrific punishment he is about to face.

Seeing the mad dog walking back and forth, his pace became impatient, and he seemed to have lost his patience, he roared angrily: "Stand up! That scrap at the end of the crane, let me see what you look like! ”

Yang Fan's heart was in his throat, and he didn't dare to come out, but he still raised his hand tremblingly and admitted his mistake as soon as possible.

"Good! Very good! Get the hell out of here! ”

He tried to hold his head high, trying to maintain the last dignity of a soldier, and forced his composure out, and before he could take two steps, he heard the other man's devilish roar again.

"Get out! I'll let you go! Don't you have long ears? ”

Yang Fan paused in mid-air feet, hesitantly retracted it, and looked in the direction of the mad dog, with doubts and incomprehension, for such an inexplicable, even unreasonable request, his first reaction was to refuse.

Without waiting for the desired reply, the two men were at a stalemate, and neither of them gave in.

Suddenly, only a black shadow flashed, and a mad dog suddenly appeared in front of him, followed by the military stick in his hand, and stabbed him straight in the stomach.

Yang Fan felt that his eyes were dark, his face suddenly turned pale, he knelt on the ground, covered the place where he was beaten, and gasped for breath, but no matter how he gasped, the breath was blocked in his throat, and he couldn't exhale, and his whole face was twisted together, looking painful and hideous.

Without giving him time to breathe, Mad Dog grabbed him by the hair and lifted his lowered head back up.

"You know what, I hate crap the most, especially disobedient trash like you!" The mad dog said word by word in a vicious tone.

Yang Fan met the other party's gaze, saw disgust, anger, and the desire to strangle himself, he felt the pain from every cell in his body, it was so real, but he could still bear it.

"Don't look at me like that!" As he spoke, the mad dog pressed the other party's head hard, directly to the ground, and then he let go of his hand, went around his back and raised his foot to kick over, directly kicking the person to the ground.

Yang Fan's mouth was stuffed with wet soil, his hands clenched unconsciously, the muscles of his whole body tensed, his face was buried in the soil for a long time, and finally resisted the urge to explode, and his clenched hands gradually stretched out.

"Get out, get me on the stage!" The mad dog didn't intend to let go of the waste in front of him, and kicked him hard in the thigh.

Yang Fan has already deeply understood the truth that if he falls behind, he will be beaten in the past few months, but he has never learned to compromise, because he is unwilling to bow his head easily.

There was a tingling pain in his thigh, he couldn't help but tremble, and beads of sweat couldn't stop breaking out on his forehead, but even so, he didn't let out any weakness snort, and after standing up with the pain, he dragged his injured leg and took a firm step towards the platform.

The mad dog's reaction was first stunned, and then showed a gritted teeth, his fist made a "horn" sound, his eyes widened angrily, and the next second he rushed over and kicked out with a volley.

"Bang!"

There was a heavy sound, and Yang Fan fell to the ground heavily.

"Good! Very good! Very good! I love hard bones! But you have no choice about my orders, and you must carry them out unconditionally, unless, you want to be like him! He gestured to the man lying on the ground.

The brains of the soldiers present were all blank, standing in place in a daze, although they had been mentally prepared, but when they saw things develop to this point, they couldn't help but sweat, and what they didn't expect was that the backbone of the person at the bottom of the daily routine was so hard.

The stones on the ground pierced Yang Fan's body, and bright red blood flowed out, and his whole body trembled, but he still stretched out his hands, supported the ground hard, and struggled to get up.

He has only one goal - to get to the stage, even if he can't walk in the end, he has to climb up, and never roll up! Once he has set his goal, he will not give up.

The mad dog's attention stayed on the team, but Yang Fan behind him had already stood up again, staggering forward, swaying from side to side with every step, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

It's closer...... It's closer...... Arriving soon, he saw hope.

"Bah, damn hard bones, I don't believe I can't cure you."

After turning around and seeing this scene, the mad dog trembled all over, and the arm holding the military stick burst out, like an angry lion, rushing towards Yang Fan!

The cold blow made Yang Fan's head rise immediately, he seemed to be roaring, but he didn't make any sound! He couldn't breathe at all!

The next second, he fell.

There was a burning sensation on his back, his body began to twitch unconsciously, he kept panting, but his gaze was firm, his face buried deep in the earth was filled with an unknown smile, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised......

With all his strength, he tried to stand up, but found that it was in vain, and the position where he was hit in the back was completely weak, and the result was that he fell down again and again. It was impossible to give up, looking up at the platform, it was estimated that there was only a few meters left, and he silently cheered himself up in his heart: "As long as you hold on a little longer, it will be fine immediately." ”

Since you can't stand up, even if you climb, you have to climb to your destination!

Yang Fan was lying on the ground, his hands and feet were sriggling forward little by little, this was his last stubbornness. His consciousness began to drift, his vision became blurred, and he had already become numb to the pain in his body, only knowing that the military stick under his hand touched his body, but he did not feel the slightest feeling.

He didn't stop his movements, he still crawled forward, and with each crawl, he had to stop and breathe heavily, allowing fresh air to fill his lungs and flood his brain......

In this way, Yang Fan was in a semi-coma, slowly approaching the platform, he had an immortal belief in his heart, relying only on the last will, before his consciousness completely dissipated, the fingertips of his right hand touched the final victory......

At the last moment when his sight disappeared, he seemed to see a pair of familiar military boots. After that, he collapsed to the ground on his last breath.

"Mad Dog, it's okay. When the man comes back, I won't be able to save you. ”

The soldiers on the field followed the sound and ushered in a familiar person with the louder inhalation sound just now—Master!

There can be many titles of Long Yan, and they will slowly disappear in the army with the passage of time, but there will always be only one "master", and it will always be there.

Only the strongest people, the strongest in all aspects.

When the Master came over, everyone felt that the temperature in the playground had dropped by a few degrees. The figure is long, and the steps are heroic, but the appearance is surprisingly inconsistent with the title. Liu Yue's thin eyebrows and straight and delicate nose, if it weren't for his tall figure, he would have to be a woman when he walked on the street.

"Disbanded." The master said indifferently.

"Hahaha, I really didn't expect this kid to last so long, and it's really that person's species." After the soldiers had left, the mad dog who was standing aside suddenly laughed.

"But our time has passed." The master glanced at the mad dog and said.

"I just don't understand, no matter how powerful that person is, does a genius like you need to give up the title of master?"

Mad Dog diverted the topic and casually removed the cap from his head. The scar as wide as the tail finger passed along the heavenly spirit cover, next to the shocking scars left by various soldering irons, and even more surprisingly, there were several screw hole marks on the skull, making it impossible to imagine what kind of cruel torture had been experienced.

"You didn't expect him to last so long."

"Hahaha, interesting, so interesting, I'm looking forward to this kid." Mad Dog waved his hand and walked away without looking back.