"One-two-one!"

"One, two, three, four!"

In the training camp, a group of young soldiers are running around the huge training ground.

"Hurry up, run faster, haven't you eaten?"

On the edge of the training ground, a tall, thin, bamboo-like man sat under a huge parasol, sipping a drink and pointing at the running soldiers and roaring.

Zhou Lang saw that the soldiers running on the training ground were sweating and pale. Apparently, they have been running for a long time and are exhausted.

"Is the sun so big? Are you hot?"

The thin bamboo pole threw away the drink can in his hand and stood up from the recliner under the parasol, "I'm in a good mood, I'll cool you down, no thanks!"

As he spoke, the thin bamboo pole waved his hand, "High-pressure water gun, ice water jet!"

"Boom ......"

Columns of water rushed up and rushed at the soldiers running on the training ground.

In the scorching summer, the soldiers on the training ground who were tired and half dead were hit by this stream of cold and biting ice water, what it was like...... Not to mention how sour!

"Ah......h

The cold and biting ice water hit the body, stinging like a scald in boiling water.

The jets of water rushed out by the high-pressure water cannons, knocking these crumbling warriors to the ground one by one.

The training ground became muddy, and the fighters rolled in the mud, struggled to get up, and were knocked down by the water jet, and got up again, and knocked out again......

"Train like this...... Won't you get sick?"

Sudden cold and heat, coupled with physical exhaustion, will there be no problems in this way?

Zhou Lang looked at the soldiers who were in a miserable situation, and became a little worried about his training camp life.

"I can't bear this test, and I still want to become a soldier of the third special unit?"

Lin Li pursed her lips disapprerovingly, "What's more important is ...... It's not about exercising the body, it's about honing the will. For us, the will is the most important thing!"

Speaking of this, Lin Li turned her head and glanced at Zhou Lang, with a bit of provocation in her eyes, "What's the matter?"

"Cut!"

Zhou Lang raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes at Lin Li, "Really...... Poor agitation!"

"Excited, hehe, don't be excited!"

Lin Li shook her head, "You may lack understanding of the military. Here, even if you're a piece of tofu, you'll be trained into steel!"

As she spoke, Lin Li gestured to Zhou Lang, "Follow me." ”

Lin Li took Zhou Lang into the training camp and came to the thin bamboo pole sitting under the parasol.

"Liu Bin, I'll bring someone to you. ”

Walking under the parasol, Lin Li greeted the thin bamboo pole, and then pointed at Zhou Lang, "His name is Zhou Lang, a new member of the reserve, his physical fitness is good, and his combat effectiveness is also good, but he has no training." Over to you!"

"Zhou Lang?"

Liu Bin, a thin bamboo pole, slowly sat up from the recliner and glanced up at Zhou Lang.

Seeing this glance, Zhou Lang's heart suddenly tightened.

It's like hitting a mountain head-on, and it's like a raging and churning sea of blood, violent, ferocious, and imposing!

Even...... On the body of Liu Bin, a thin bamboo pole, Zhou Lang also faintly smelled a smell of blood.

This guy ...... Looks not like a soldier, but like a bloody butcher!

Zhou Lang frowned slightly, but the expression on his face did not change.

The spiritual power that had reached the limit of genes made Zhou Lang completely ignore the fierce momentum of the thin bamboo pole.

Zhou Lang also has some guesses about the ferocity and gore shown by the thin bamboo pole, which is likely to ...... It's like Lin Li's iceberg on the surface and Tyrannosaurus in her heart. The ferocity of the thin bamboo pole is a side effect of the magic energy serum.

"Huh, you weren't scared to pee your pants?"

A trace of surprise flashed in the thin bamboo pole's eyes, and he glanced at Zhou Lang deeply and nodded, "Very good!Lin Li, I will train him well!"

"You should call me Captain!"

Lin Li glared at the thin bamboo pole with a cold face, "Liu Bin, I handed him over to you!"

As she spoke, Lin Li turned around and left, without even saying hello to Zhou Lang.

"Uh......"

Zhou Lang turned his head to look at Lin Li's departing back, his face full of depression, "Just throw me here......?" Say goodbye, right?"

"This girl is good, right? It looks cold, but it's actually very hot. It's just like Sichuan food, it's spicy enough!"

When Zhou Lang was slandering, Liu Bin, a thin bamboo pole, stood beside Zhou Lang and looked at Lin Li's back, with a strange smile on his face.

"Uh...... This one...... I can't answer that!"

Zhou Lang turned his head and glanced at the thin bamboo pole, and shook his head helplessly. Seemingly...... The special warriors who have been injected with the magic energy serum are more or less abnormal.

"Pick up the fart!"

The thin bamboo pole suddenly changed his face, pointed to the training ground and yelled, "Go! run fifty laps first!"

"And that's the training?"

Zhou Lang opened his mouth, "Don't you need to go through the formalities first, assign a dormitory or something?"

"Where is all this nonsense?"

The thin bamboo pole roared again, "Do you know what it means?

"Okay!"

Zhou Lang shrugged his shoulders, turned around and ran towards the training ground.

The reserve training of the special forces must be very targeted, and it is obviously required for the injection of magic energy serum.

The magic energy serum is also a path that Zhou Lang has considered, and the training of the reserve is also very meaningful for Zhou Lang, and Zhou Lang also wants to see if he still has any shortcomings.

Zhou Lang did not have much resistance to the requirement of "fifty laps" of thin bamboo poles, and soon ran to the training ground.

At this moment, the ice water shock is over.

On the muddy track, a group of soldiers supported each other in twos and threes, running forward with difficulty.

Zhou Lang's joining was not ignored.

These crumbling warriors are supported by all their will, and they don't pay attention to Zhou Lang at all.

200 meters of runway, 50 laps is 10,000 meters!

The world record for the 10,000-meter run is 26:17.53.

His physique has reached the limit of his genes, and even if Zhou Lang has not received long-distance running training, he is confident enough to run fifty laps in half an hour.

One, two, three......

Maintaining an even speed, Zhou Lang ran lap after lap, his breath was even, his movements were smooth, and it seemed that he was ...... It's quite easy.

"Huh?"

The thin bamboo pole didn't care too much about it, but when Zhou Lang ran all the way through thirty laps, it was still so easy and smooth, and the thin bamboo pole couldn't sit still.

"Lin Li is right, this guy's physical fitness is really strong......! Then I'll give you some spice!"

The thin bamboo pole reached out and took out a whistle, put it in his mouth and blew it.

"Didi ......"

Hearing this sharp whistle, the soldiers who had been struggling to hold on to it suddenly let go of their bodies and collapsed to the ground.

A team of staff members ran outside the training ground and hurriedly helped these tired soldiers down.

After these tired soldiers left, Zhou Lang was the only one left on the runway.

"Water Gun! Ice Water Spray!"

At the sound of an order, jets of icy water erupted from the vents outside the runway.

"Damn, this trick again?"

Zhou Lang saw the water column rushing towards him, and hurriedly jumped to avoid this water column. Then there was another tumbling motion, dodging the jets of water that erupted from the vents behind.

"And this hand?"

The thin bamboo pole raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look at the control room outside the training ground, "Listen to Lao Tzu, if you can't hit him, you will wash the toilet for a month!"

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Under the operation of the controller, the water column sprayed out of the spout began to turn, and the water column swept across, pinching back and forth, staggering high and low, blocking all the evasion space.

"You're so naïve!"

Seeing the water column coming back and forth, Zhou Lang suddenly turned around and rushed to the edge of the runway, stepped on the water column spout that stood outside the runway, and escaped from the water column clamping.

"Foul! foul!"

There was a roar of rage in the control room.

"You guys are stupid, do you blame me?"

Zhou Lang laughed loudly and ran like the wind.

"Good!good!good!"

Thin Bamboo Pole grinned and laughed weirdly, "You have a personality, right? Very capable, right? I like you the most, let's have fun!"