"Oh--"

Many people roared, venting their inexplicable anger and cheering themselves up, but soon someone fainted again and was quickly carried away by the assistant instructor. They were trained, crazy and cruel, with no human feelings, and no need for sympathy and kindness. They could become steel after hundreds of training, and towering trees could not grow in the greenhouse.

Those who can be selected to participate in this training camp are all elites of the reconnaissance battalions. They are not weak in overall strength. More importantly, they are well-witted and have strong thoughts. No one blames the instructor for their cold blood. They just hate that they are not capable enough, and no one wants to be sent back in the future and cannot afford to lose that person.

Another hour later, Yang Zheng couldn't stand it anymore. He only felt weak all over his body and the pain was severe, but he couldn't feel the pain in the specific place. Then, Yang Zheng felt the eyes dark, his consciousness began to dissipate, and his body fainted uncontrollably, and he lost consciousness.

An assistant instructor came to check and quickly carried it away. However, the instructor was unmoved and stared coldly at the last dozen people left in the mud. After a while, he waved his hands and asked everyone to stop and rest as he was still unsatisfied. The day's training ended here.

In the end, the remaining people relaxed when they heard this order, and could no longer hold on. They all fell to the ground, motionless, gasping heavily, wishing they could fall asleep just now. They were so tired that they could persevere. At this moment, everyone found that their potential could be explored and they all smiled with understanding, but the smile looked a little creepy.

Late at night, the barracks were quiet and everyone was lying on the bed and slept soundly. The instructor brought two assistant instructors to patrol the night and covered the sleeping people with quilts. His movements were very light and very careful, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping people. He patroled and went back.

I don’t know how long it took, but Yang Zheng woke up in a daze. He heard someone sobbing in a low voice, crying under the quilt, for fear of being heard. Yang Zheng smiled bitterly in understanding. Such high-intensity training, from mental to physical destruction, most people really can’t stand it. They feel wronged in their hearts, maybe they just cry? No matter how strong a man is, he will have a weak side and nothing to laugh at him.

After listening for a while, Yang Zheng said more than one voice. He turned over. He was so sleepy that he fell asleep again. The moonlight was gentle and slipped in quietly from the window. Perhaps he couldn't bear to disturb the sleeping people. It was quiet and soft. The mountain breeze outside the window was whispering, and he also came in with the unique fragrance in the forest.

The day of training passed quietly, accompanied by everyone's snoring.

In the following days, he continued to repeat the monotonous and boring two hundred-meter individual obstacle training during the day. At night, he held a gun to do squats with a gun. No one got the gun wet. Not counting the fainting, Yang Zheng could feel that his physical energy was increasing and his body was getting stronger, and he felt like he was transforming.

Before we knew it, a month passed. In the boring and boring month, we practiced two hundred meters of obstacles and mud squats. Every movement was deeply rooted in our hearts and became an instinct. No matter how the assistant instructor bombarded in his ears, even if he shouted with a loudspeaker, he would not be disturbed. His strength gradually became stronger in this boring and boring training.

It feels so good to be stronger. No one blames the instructor or complains at all.

The road is chosen by oneself. Since you have come, you are ready for all difficulties.

A month later, everyone came back from warming up ten kilometers of off-road, lined up in the queue to compete, and prepared to continue the two hundred-meter obstacle training. It was already a month ago, and everyone was already numb and used to it, and were too lazy to think about anything else. However, another instructor came over, a guy who looked a little sinister.

The strong and majestic figure as strong as a calf, but with a sinister sneer on his face made everyone present shudder and realize that there was something wrong. Everyone quickly cheered up and looked ahead, not daring to show any handle. The man took big steps, and each step seemed to be measured, confident, calm and powerful.

Soon, this person came to everyone, waved his hand and refused the number of people gathered by the assistant instructor. He glanced at the audience coldly and said in a deep voice: "The trash, listen well. The past month is just physical training, and it still cannot change your attributes as trash. In the next month of fighting training, I will tell you with my fists that trash is trash and cannot change the facts."

Everyone's eyes lit up and finally changed the training content. It's great. The two hundred meters of obstacles in a month are going to torture people crazy. I don't know who made the training plan. It can be changed. Everyone is very happy, even if they are beaten up, they will recognize them.

"No. 50, leave the line." The instructor said in a deep voice.

Yang Zheng quickly stepped out of the line, trotted forward with both hands, then put down his hands, leaned his feet, and looked ahead. The instructor looked at Yang Zheng with interest, then waved his hand and said, "You don't need to train, go to the room over there."

Everyone looked at this scene in surprise. Didn’t it be agreed to start eliminating people in the third month? Yang Zheng also looked at the other party in confusion, not like a joke. With the support of the captain and Gao Shou behind the scenes, he should not eliminate people randomly. There must be a reason for doing this, so he quickly agreed: "Yes."

As he said that, Yang Zheng looked at his finger and quickly ran over. Not long after, he saw a familiar shadow standing at the door of the room. He looked at it like a smile. It was Gaoshou. He was stunned and quickly accelerated and asked, "The instructor just said that I don't need training anymore. Is there anything wrong?"

"I heard that you have good physical training this month and you really look much stronger." Gao Shou said with a smile.

"It's okay, I'm numb. What happened?" Yang Zheng asked.

"It's good to be numb. When the movement penetrates deep into the bone marrow, it becomes an instinct. It can save lives on the battlefield, because this training camp is only set up for selection and will not teach too many combat skills. The first month is physical training, the second month is fighting and guns, and the third month is wild survival training and elimination assessment. After these training, even if you are eliminated, physical fitness, fighting, guns and wild survival will be greatly improved. It can be regarded as changing directions to improve combat effectiveness of the reconnaissance battalion." Gao Shou explained.

"So that's the case, but this alone is definitely not enough." Yang Zheng said in a deep voice.

"Yes, but these are basic. If the basics do not meet the standards, you cannot enter the special forces. Once you pass the assessment and become a quasi-special force, you will have a more advanced training, which will last for three months. You will teach some advanced combat skills, tactics, infiltration, driving, information, etc., which are what you lack the most." Gao Shou said with a smile.

"Those are things that will happen in the future. What I care most about now is the instructor saying that there is no need to train?" Yang Zheng asked.

"I applied for it, and you will train with me in the next two months." Gao Shou explained.

"Follow you?" Yang Zheng said in surprise.
Chapter completed!