At the end of five laps, a group of people collapsed to the ground.

Bowing his head and panting, Frey's face turned extremely pale.

said that it was okay, but in his heart he was already complaining, this is the rhythm of training them to death.

Not long ago, the sky was fine, but suddenly, the scorching sunlight dissipated a lot, and the black cumulus clouds rolled together, and soon it began to drizzle.

"Okay, the morning workout is over, now all have... Rest for two minutes" The eyes of the non-commissioned officers were full of schadenfreude, just like looking at a group of sick little lambs, the corners of Instructor Fang's mouth twitched slightly, so he also grinned sinisterly.

Two minutes is enough for a soldier to recover his strength, but only for a soldier who fights, pain, fatigue, injury and illness are all medals to commemorate the honor of a soldier.

And for delicate students, high-intensity training can sometimes seem uncomfortable with a day off.

It's just that 120 seconds passed very quickly, "Okay, it's time!" Both below, push-up combinations. Waiting for the time to pass, Fang Jiaoguan looked down at the time on his watch.

"No, it won't!" The students were shocked, gasped one after another, and got up with their sick bodies.

No one dared to go against the will of the instructors, and even if the professors of the academy came, they could not change the training plan in the middle of the training.

Instructor Fang said righteously, indifferently honked a whistle in his mouth, and immediately said: "What I said is an order, don't you understand, the formal training will start now." ”

The three non-commissioned officers hurriedly pulled forward and forcibly pulled up a few students who were sitting on the ground without moving, they put a whistle in their mouths, and the whistle sounded vigorously and agitatedly, and the tired students all recovered their spirits one by one, and fell on the ground, lying on the ground again and again, and moved with great difficulty.

"It's going to take three hours, no kidding." A certain boy coughed, lay on the ground weakly and did not move, taking advantage of the moment when the non-commissioned officer turned his head, he suddenly jumped up and fled.

Instructor Fang smiled slightly, "I forgot to say that deserters are severely punished on the battlefield. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two non-commissioned officers suddenly rush out with a force, and tied the boys back with one left and one right.

The student was taught a hard lesson, and Instructor Fang felt that since he liked running so much, he simply ran until his clothes and pants were wet before he could stop the punishment.

The boy was stunned and speechless, and in the face of the bold eye-staring skills of several non-commissioned officers, he had to pretend to be his fate and run wildly.

"Because of his relationship, everyone has to do half an hour of push-ups to reset the time."

The three non-commissioned officers regained their positions and took turns picking up the whistle, and the rhythmic rhythm suddenly sounded at this moment.

The intensified training continued, and Frey, who was as strong as his will, had to hold on to his body and barely collapse.

The rhythmic whistle sounded, and the students listened to the whistle regularly and kept floating up and down.

Sometimes I heard the non-commissioned officer's grinning voice sound, and sometimes the non-commissioned officer half-squatted down, stared at a boy's eyes, and said indifferently: "My grandmother is faster than me, you can go to the women's team, listen to my whistle and do it quickly." ”

Xiong Tai looked to the side in amazement and smiled awkwardly: "You are really right, ordinary people will not take this crime." ”

Frey rolled his eyes: "If you can't pass the military training, you don't have the qualifications for the final assessment, and there is a mysterious reward for the final assessment."

Xiong Tai smiled flatteringly, and said in a low voice: "What kind of reward, we like mystery the most." ”

"Secret!"

…

The military training is in full swing, and the training items in the morning are as follows:

Ten kilometers of push-ups for three hours in the morning, 100 push-ups on the spot/set.

Lunch is only half an hour, and then it is time for the afternoon training program.

As follows: sit-ups in a muddy pool for four hours against a large wooden stake soaked in water, and a long-distance marathon of 10 kilometers.

Before dinner, practice kickboxing.

The hellish life lasted for 13 days, and the 14th day was coming to an end.

There was a small gap in all emotions, and the training process had been extremely difficult in the past ten days.

Sleep time accounts for a small proportion, most of the time is exercised, late at night and others are often subjected to tear gas raids.

The Devil's Military Training is coming to an end.

How can this kind of good day be celebrated, in this regard, at the moment when the military training is about to end, the mood of crying with joy must not be too much expressed on the face.

On the last day, the students were very excited in the process of training subjects, and they were able to meet the various training items, and the most surprising thing was that even the worst students were able to pass the test.

At the end of the morning training, the students lined up neatly.

Instructor Fang stood up in a loose sportswear and smiled slightly, knowing from the experience of getting along for more than ten days, whether he knew it or not, when he saw the smile on the instructor's face, he must remember to be cautious.

Instructor Fang glanced at it, there was no mistake, he walked around the queue calmly, and then stood back directly opposite and stopped, feeling in his heart that these children have a high consciousness and have the qualifications of soldiers.

He smiled slightly, looking at the smile, the student's expression became more restrained, and then he suddenly spoke, "The afternoon training has been canceled, you should be happy." ”

Glad? Instructor Fang said that the cancellation was definitely a smoke bomb, and sometimes, during the day, he said that he would cancel the morning run, who knew that he would wake them up late at night and run late.

Many times this is the case, and no one believes a word that an old fox says.

At this time, the three non-commissioned officers were holding a box in their hands, which was a kind of square corrugated cardboard, and they walked over and stopped in front of the formation.

Instructor Fang smiled slightly, then walked over, stretched out his hand and touched it in the cardboard box, and when he took it out of the corrugated cardboard box, there were two more things in his hand for no reason, the red totem medal imprint, and the plastic zerg mask in the movie and television channel broadcast point Cosmic Bug War Joint Defense Heroes.

"Cosmic Zerg!" One of the students called out.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at it, and sure enough, they were two childlike props.

Instructor Fang put the ugly Zerg mask on his face and smiled slightly: "When you were a child, you all played the game of Cosmic Zerg vs. Superheroes? ”

When Frey heard this, he immediately chuckled in his heart.

When he came to his senses, he saw several non-commissioned officers approaching, walking back and forth in three rows with boxes in their hands, and then they stood in front of the students at the head of the three rows and handed over the open corrugated boxes.

"Smoke it!" A long-lost smile appeared on the non-commissioned officer's face, and Frey glanced at the non-commissioned officer in front of him, and reached into the corrugated cardboard box, waiting to reach out and hold the blue totem-like medal imprint.

Seeing the blue totem mark, the corner of the non-commissioned officer's mouth twitched, and a smile appeared!

......

The students reached out to draw lots one after another, and the red and blue medal imprints separated the two factions.

Frey's eyes swept over everyone around him, and suddenly, his back seemed to be slapped.

Turning his head, Xiong Tai looked at him with a smile, and his chest happened to have a blue medal mark.

Instructor Fang looked at the two factions and couldn't help but smile and nodded.

Frey had a general idea of what was going to happen next, and Instructor Fang hesitated for a moment and paced forward.

He didn't think he was going to say anything more, so he waited for a while.

On the field, the two factions stood in a tall military posture one after another, and no one dared to make a sound.

They all knew what kind of consequence it would be to disturb Instructor Fang's thinking, the miserable ending, and they really didn't want to face that result again.

"Alright, you've made up your mind!" Instructor Fang clapped his hands and shouted.

The students were stunned, their eyes widened, and their lower bodies did not dare to move.

Frey took a deep breath and clenched his fists, feeling quite nervous.

Instructor Fang stabilized his posture, put his hands behind his back, and said two words briefly, "Eat!" ”

Hearing the order to eat, everyone trembled slightly, and the tiger body did not dare to move for half a minute.

The students are accustomed to the instructor's habit of leaving half a sentence when he speaks, and the words that remain in the second half of the sentence will be a trap.

Instructor Fang frowned, suddenly burst out laughing, and then said, "Okay, boys, do you think you understand my temper, go eat." ”

As soon as the words fell, the students turned their heads and ears, but they didn't dare to move, but looked at Instructor Fang more suspiciously.

"Seems to be true!" The students in the queue, you look at me, I look at you, and suddenly someone sees the clue in the incident.

"No, don't jump to conclusions, I'll ask again, is it true, can you swear? Swear by the dignity of a soldier. A pointy-faced teenager with oblique bangs touched the tip of his nose and found a suitable solution amid the many doubts.

"You don't have to swear, you can do whatever I say, I told you on the first day, GI, gather for dinner." After Instructor Fang finished speaking, he had already walked into the room, lifted the lid of the pot, took out a piece of croissant from the cauldron and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it with relish.

The students cautiously approached the kitchen stove. The pan is filled with steaks.

Scarce goods that are hard to see in the last days, and poor materials in the inland areas.

Beef is also a fatal temptation for most civilians, the equivalent of deep-sea caviar in peacetime, and very expensive.

On the table of the rich, it may not appear on the table once in half a month.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed by the kitchen stove, and the speed was beyond that.

Until the figure stopped, there was already a trace of coercion in Instructor Fang's eyes, and no one dared to take a step forward.

The students looked at the pot, smelling the aroma of meat wafting from the pot, and their mouths were sour, and they couldn't smell it, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.