In the first year of physical training, Mo Xiaoyou went from grinning teeth in the first three months, to thorough adaptation in the middle six months, and then to a training maniac who took the initiative to ask for additional training in the later stage, and finally successfully entered the elimination team of the special forces selection with excellent results.

"Take a breath - stand up!"

"Hello comrades! I am your captain for the next month, my name is Wang Feng. ”

Mo Xiaoyou looked at the thin black charcoal-like captain standing in front of him, and didn't dare to have any contempt at all. The rebelliousness of the newcomers has been polished out in the previous year.

Those unruly team members who took the initiative to provoke the instructors were eliminated as early as a month before the new barracks.

Now for everyone who appeared in front of her, Mo Xiaoyou held the mentality that the other party was the boss and actively obeyed the other party's orders.

This has nothing to do with the dignity of the demon clan, this is respect for the strong. Mo Xiaoyou, who was born in the demon world, agrees with this from the bottom of his bones.

Therefore, when he received the order to march fifty kilometers on the first day, Mo Xiaoyou's first reaction was to check his backpack.

The quilt, the kettle, or the necessary flashlight and knives have been checked one by one, and the order to set off has come.

Some people say that a rapid march at night is like walking into the mouth of an unknown beast, but a rapid march during the day is more like entering an endless purgatory. Each has its own terrible, each has its own hardships.

Mo Xiaoyou is now walking on the asphalt road under the scorching sun, and the touch from the hot ground can no longer hurt her body, and the layers of thick cocoons under her feet are blood blisters that have been picked and grinded, ground and raised, and picked and exercised.

Mo Xiaoyou is confident that such a pair of feet is enough for her to walk barefoot in Dongshan without frowning.

The most unaccustomed thing to Mo Xiaoyou's still is her physique that is prone to sweating. She had only been walking for half an hour before she could clearly feel that the vest she was wearing was soaked with sweat.

However, she didn't dare to use the limited amount of water in her kettle too early. A 50-kilometer march usually takes about five hours, and the time for water is definitely not the first half hour.

She is now very glad that she started weight-bearing training the year she first started exercising, which allowed her to adapt well to weight-bearing rush for the next year.

The rapid march is jogging, after two hours of jogging, the ink demon under the sun only felt a pain in her eyes, it turned out that sweat dripped into her eyes, but this stinging pain also made her previously slightly trance reawakened.

She shook her head, and the little captain who led the team in front of her didn't even take a breath, secretly glanced at the pastoral path around her that she didn't know at all, and then thought about her lost attribute, and the little demon Mo Xiaoyou's already somewhat de-empowered leg seemed to have another strength.

When I took another step, I didn't have the previous sway, and the eyes of the vice captain who followed the team suddenly lit up - this stubborn! is a good seedling to be a special forces.

After a 50-mile rapid march, after less than half an hour of rest, they began to exercise actual combat confrontation again.

Mo Xiaoyou, Hualuo, and Chenchen were assigned to different special forces reserve battalions due to their different grades in the first year.

So in this actual combat exercise, when Mo Xiaoyou saw the tall shadow in the opponent's camp, she was not surprised, her eyes narrowed, and the gun with empty cartridges in her hand accurately activated the opponent's laser receiver under her aim.

Seeing the smoke coming out of the other party's equipment, a smile flashed on the face of the ink demon - hit.