Warrior No. 24 knelt on the ground and cried: "Instructor, you give me another chance, I just want to punish him......

I can't get used to him always looking like he's on top.

My comrade-in-arms even crippled himself in order to compete with him

"I just wanted to punish him, I was wrong, instructor, you give me another chance. I don't want to go... Whining! ”

Colonel Bruce bulged his muscles and kicked him away and roared, "Get out, you're not worthy to be a warrior!" Your comrades-in-arms are not as good as others, but you blame others! Don't forget, every special forces who entered the Warrior School signed a life and death certificate! What qualifications do you have to do this? ”

"Who are you to punish my students? Why did you expose him when you had a snack too? This is the work of the villain! Your behavior is also a major safety hazard in future training, and I must fire you! Otherwise, my students will have unnecessary worries about their lives! ”

Colonel Bruce didn't stop until he scolded the Warrior No. 24.

Although what he said was ugly, it was unreasonable and irrefutable.

He did things vigorously and resolutely, and he never dragged the mud and water, and ordered the other instructors on the spot to drag away the Warrior No. 24, who had remorse but had no chance to stay.

"All the students line up here, and then drink this bucket of swill! If you don't want to drink, get out of here! ”

Colonel Bruce said with a nonchalant expression.

He glanced at Jiang Chao and Allen again, intentionally or unintentionally: It means that if you don't die, get up and drink, and if you don't want to drink, go back to your hometown with humiliation!

It's not that Jiang Chao doesn't want to get up, but he can't get up at all, he can't move, and when he moves, his bones hurt.

Don't you know that you're hitting hard?

Jiang Chao looked at Colonel Bruce with mournful eyes, and he squinted away from them.

"Ahem, ahem." Jiang Chao coughed twice deliberately, attracting Tie Ma and Liu Yong on the side, meaning to let them come over and help them.

They saw that the instructor didn't notice them, so they leaned over and helped Jiang Chao up.

At this time, Alan was also helped up by his comrades.

They looked at each other and smiled—wryly—worse than crying—and then limped over to the swill bucket and lined up.

This bucket of swill was made in the morning, and it contained leftover fish fillet porridge and some soup, which was mixed with the crumbs of snacks all over the floor to form a thin and colorful "hodgepodge soup" that gave off an indescribable rancid taste.

It makes people feel sick and want to vomit when they smell it, let alone scoop a bowl and drink it.

The students in the front row drank while spitting, some vomited while drinking, and some spit in their bowls and then continued to drink......

It was a scene more spectacular than a mass execution.

The most awesome are the instructors, who actually watched it with relish!!

The students who vomited so badly that they couldn't talk at all were dragged behind by the instructor, saying that they would not affect the other students to "drink soup".

Jiang Chao felt sick every time he took a step forward, but he didn't have the courage to go out, so he had to accept his fate.

The five Zhu Xing people in front of him pinched their noses, raised their heads and poured the "soup" in their hands in one go.

After pouring it, he threw the bowl away, and immediately rushed to the side to cover his mouth. Hold it hard to keep yourself from throwing up.

Their throats twitched rhythmically, and their muscular pectoral muscles rose and fell one after another—they must have vomited to the side of their mouths, and forced themselves to swallow again—back and forth, and their expressions were extremely painful!

It's indescribable!

Finally, it was Jiang Chao's turn.

Alan drank before him - he drank it three times before he drank it.

Then he walked to the side and stared at Jiang Chao stupidly, standing there like a stone sculpture.

Jiang Chao looked at the 50L bucket of "paste water" in front of him, smelling this miscellaneous smell, and felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Give it up! Don't drink it, it's not for people to drink, it's a rancid swill for the big fat pig in the back mountain! Ha ha! Several instructors shouted at him with gestures.

Jiang Chao didn't listen to their ridicule, and reached out to scoop a bowl of swill, and then brought it to his mouth—thin, and with some strange smell—when he thought that there might be vomit from other students in it, he spit out with a "wow" on the spot, and all of it was vomited in the bucket.

Colonel Bruce rudely knocked over the bowl in Jiang Chao's hand and ordered him to scoop another bowl - a bowl of swill mixed with his own vomit.

Humiliation, grievance, and anger pierced Jiang Chao's heart like the tip of a knife.

His ears were full of the cynicism of the instructors, and at the same time, his father's admonition.

Jiang Chao gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to the bucket of swill, fished out his bowl, and then scooped a bowl of swill.

He closed his eyes and poured the bowl of swill with his own vomit.

It's no different from drinking poison, at least it's not rancid, and there's no leftovers and vomit!

Jiang Chao didn't know what it was like when he drank it, he only knew that every student was full of grievances and drank the swill in his hand with tears in his eyes.

A large bucket of swill was drunk by the 36 of them.

After drinking, he was severely abused by Colonel Bruce, and after the abuse, he was pulled to a high wall and stood to be swept by a high-pressure water cannon—from seven o'clock in the evening until one o'clock in the middle of the night.

By the time they returned to their tents in wet camouflage uniforms, they could no longer distinguish between east and west.

Strictly speaking, Jiang Chao was helped back to the tent by Zhu Xing and them.

At that time, he could no longer move his legs, his whole body was weak, his limbs were weak, his throat was so dry, he always wanted to vomit, but he couldn't......

The discomfort is beyond words.

Jiang Chao let Zhu Xing and the others take off their wet camouflage uniforms, and then change into dry vests and sports shorts.

Even when they bandaged Jiang Chao's wounds, they didn't know that it hurt.

He had a lot of bruises and wounds on his body, and a perfect jaw that must have been finished, and Colonel Bruce was too ruthless.

...... of Dog Day

Thinking about it, Jiang Chao fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long I slept, until he became conscious, he found that Zhu Xingwu was nervously surrounding him, using a hot towel to cover his forehead, and rubbing my armpits with alcohol.

Jiang Chao opened his mouth with difficulty: "What, what time is it?" Don't train? ”

"Two o'clock...... Brother, you have a fever. Whining. Liu Yong's eyes were shallow, and he cried as he spoke.

Zhu Xing said in a low voice: "Can you hold it?" ”

Jiang Chao wanted to get up, but his bones were sore and he had no strength, and his head was heavy, and he couldn't lift the slightest bit of energy.

What's going on?

Sick?

"Thirsty!" Jiang Chao was very helpless and said weakly.

Iron Horse hurriedly brought a glass of warm water, Jin Ge helped him up and leaned on his shoulder, and then Iron Horse carefully fed him water.