Mobile shooting, this is a micro-dynamic long-range sniper, the image of the instructor was imprinted in everyone's heads a moment ago, he almost tilted his head and leaned his body to shoot all the shuttle bullets, did he give up resistance? Or do you want to say that he has no chance of winning, and he plans to perfunctory the past in such a way? The elite warriors were looking forward to the moment when the result appeared, and the commanders were reluctant to put down the objects in their hands one by one, and the movements of the lookout objects couldn't help but make a big question mark pop up in the minds of this group of elite warriors? If the soldiers were not sure whether the instructor who boasted about Haikou was superior in skills, they finally let their hearts down when they saw that they were showing at this moment.

Just now I had an idea, there was a sudden creak in the distance, followed by the scene of a tree swaying in the wind suddenly cutting off and falling! Yes, this move is only for the more vivid fighters to show, just for everyone to see the results. In a trance, people realized that the special instructor standing in front of them was not a soldier on paper, but a well-deserved marksman! Therefore, it is not difficult to guess that the instructor's reason for walking back and forth was simply to find the best angle of incidence so that the not-so-thick willow tree would break in the wind.

The soldier king, who was still arrogant just now, was extremely shocked when he saw the result, and now: his trembling body and hot eyes are enough to reflect the surging excitement in his heart, there is no frustration, no frustration, no shame, all that is left is sigh and admiration! Such a special instructor doesn't care whether others are convinced or not, he is completely convinced!

"Is there anyone else who disagrees?"

"Report to the instructor, I request to fight with you in melee combat."

Gula classmates in the queue laughed when they heard this, this guy's strength was on par with his own and his strength was not as good as his. Just ask, if you and the ice cube attack together, you can only hold on to the red wolf who suppresses the strength for a few seconds before being easily put down, let alone the former?

Seeing this, the wolf suddenly swept away from the void with a knife in one hand, and suddenly a solid air flow like a shock wave appeared from his palm fingers and extended in an instant along the direction to the distance, and the ground was deeply imprinted by the air current.

This one...... What level of attack? The elite warrior withered at once, not to mention the dodge of the blow just now, and even the gaze only captured a slight afterimage, even if it gave you a reflection of the time limit, it would definitely not be able to prevent it, and if you were hit, you would definitely end up in a miserable situation. It's a fart! It's better to talk about martial arts than to play with children, and this instructor is a fucking top fighter.

"Super, super first order!?"

When this warrior whose strength was about to enter the threshold of the second order said this in an unbelievable tone, the audience was in an uproar! As elite warriors of the Storm Legion, their areas of focus are not all on martial arts, and naturally some people can't see it, but no one doesn't know what it means to be almost above the first order? Only warriors who gradually touch the edge of the legendary realm can be called super 1st order, which is also the height that ordinary first-order warriors can't leap at, just like purple pupils, nominally the same title as the red wolf, and can also dodge the blow knife with their own strength, but she can't beat the red wolf no matter how she fights, and the two comprehend that the steps are different.

Some of the female soldiers were just top students who had just graduated from the military academy, and although they were quite good, they had never been exposed to top soldiers, and when they realized that they had the privilege of being mentored and becoming instructors by such a figure, that was in itself something to show off. It must be known that the difference between levels, both in number and strength, is quite large.

Do you still use comparison, what comparison? The guns are all 666, and continuing is just a disguised discredit to the Storm Legion, this group of battle-hardened warriors will not be as pervasive as the Red Wolf training students in the Warrior Base to compete with you, strong is strong, and service is service. Looking at the Storm Medal engraved on the wolf's chest, they even thought in their hearts that most of the owners of the Song of Honor that the official media had been reluctant to announce some time ago were this chief, right?

The red wolf stood silently, his calm cheeks under his resolute gaze. The girl takes a closer look, this is not the lazy state she imagined, but his personality quality is neither humble nor arrogant, nor arrogant, nor ostentatious, nor showing off, which is not unremarkable. The aura he exudes is not vulgar and indifferent, but from the extraordinary nature of the ordinary and extraordinary.

When the red wolf asked again who was dissatisfied, the special training base suddenly quieted down, followed by a sudden burst of shouting: "Serve ......"

It seems that the time is just right, so let's start here in the morning. The wolf raised his head and glanced at the sky, the morning exercise was still going to be out, he didn't think about whether the army carried out the tradition all the year round or not, the drill was only to let the soldiers move their muscles and bones so that they could take in more nutrients during breakfast.

"Take a break, stand upright, turn right, run, walk, turn left."

In a moment, the camp resounded with footsteps one after another, the rhythm of the footsteps and the rate of breathing were crucial, and the wolf urged the soldiers to speed up from time to time, "Hurry up, let me see your determination." ”

At first, the running formation remained neat and consistent, and within a few minutes the whole line was completely chaotic...... Running warriors gradually increase their speed to a high-speed movement that can only be reached by ordinary people with all their strength. Here, the red wolf will not interfere with the process of the soldiers competing with each other, and the army is a big stage full of competition.

But to be honest, the average quality of elite fighters is not virtual, and even a strong warrior like Ice Cube Gula is only in the middle of the team during the run. And the red wolf who ran at the end of the team was very impressed with him, yes, it was still the chronic brother, don't look at the slow brother is not up to speed, but the pace is the most steady, and the breathing rhythm is also the most gentle. The wolf couldn't help but laugh, this thing definitely belongs to the slow heat type, he almost urged everyone, but the only one who didn't urge was this chronic brother.

In the final sprint, we rushed forward with all our strength! The ice cube was gradually overtaken by Gura, it was not that he didn't want to persevere, but he really didn't have the strength. The chronic brother is also hard enough, and there should be a limit to the bottom! He doesn't want to be shaved every time! However, the distance between the front and back is several kilometers away from each other and cannot be caught up with just words.

The red wolf sometimes appeared in front of the queue, and sometimes waited for the follow-up fighters to pass by one by one, because they had the corresponding strength, and a few vertical leaps came, and he even occasionally flipped through the book to look at it twice, but compared to ordinary warriors, this is difficult to compare.

A thousand meters! There was only a kilometer to go to the end, and the respiratory rate of the chronic brother began to become rapid...... The male and female soldiers who arrived at the finish line waved their hands and cheered for the soldiers in the back row! From time to time, it was accompanied by a teasing whistle. Oh, my God! The run has entered the white-hot final stage, and the final competition for the bottom is the fiercest.

The comrades in front of them ran hard, as if they knew that the person behind them would not pose a threat to them, but at some point, when they got closer to the finish line, they found that the slow man was gradually catching up! Damn, he can definitely be surpassed by him, once he is surpassed by this resolute guy, any of the six people around him may become the last unlucky ghost at the bottom - everyone is a Storm Legion soldier, we all know that he is chronic, if he is tied up, he can keep this to the end, and he can't catch up. Once surpassed, it means that the unlucky ghost will be born from the six, and to be honest, none of these six warriors can say that they will be able to surpass anyone, so they must not be caught up by the latter.

"Ahhh......hhh A few of you give me and so on. The slow son yelled.

A comrade-in-arms running in front of him also replied without showing weakness: "Wouldn't it be nice to stay behind—damn it!" The last abominable sentence was naturally blurted out by him when he was under pressure.

700 meters, 600 meters, 500 meters, closer to the target...... The length of 300 meters is not even half a minute for this group of well-trained sprint fighters. The crowd suddenly erupted in cheers, and the cheers were for the chronic! With difficulty, he began to chase after him from a few hundred meters away, and he could be regarded as standing on the same starting line as the six people.

The cheers didn't last for five seconds before turning into sighs...... The reason is very simple, Brother Ziren didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out, and accidentally stepped into a hole in the ground and fell! At such a critical moment of burning the buttocks, I am afraid it will be too late to get up and chase again, but the female soldier still looks at him with admiration, and the male soldier stretches out his thumb and yells: "Dude, it's good." ”

Scold......

The afterimage suddenly appeared in front of him, and Brother Chronic only felt that his body was light, and his arm was suddenly held up by a huge force that came from nowhere? When I looked at it, it turned out to be the boss! "Thank you, it's ......"

"Let's go, don't disturb my book." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the red wolf. "Well, this theory is also very practical."

Seeing this, the male and female soldiers who originally thought that the chronic son would become the bottom waved their arms again, cheering for it, and many female soldiers also gave the red wolf a cheer: "Wow! The instructor instructed while reading the book, and even the movements were so handsome. ”

After the exercise, the result, the red wolf will not care, the soldier knows it, in the end, this is not a competition at most a warm-up physical fitness. Under normal circumstances, the Red Wolf, as the chief instructor, would not personally lead the team, but only needed to inform the staff officer of the training arrangements and thematic courses and deploy them. It's just that there is a good saying, at this time and at that time, either if you don't do it, you have to do your best, this is his principle, and he will not let go until the training has formed a habit.

Resting on the spot for five minutes, moving their bodies and waiting for the assembly order, during the break, many soldiers ran forward and asked the red wolf for an autograph. He was also speechless, was it for his own strength, or for this Storm Medal? But no matter what, although the handwriting itself is not neat, it is estimated that it is not crooked, right?

Thinking so, he felt a little embarrassed when he wrote it on his clothes, and he was content that the font could be half as good as Belinda's, hey, who blames the Chinese teacher for dying early.