Zhuang Yan couldn't help but panic when he saw Han Zizhen's eyes shot in his direction.

However, he quickly remembered that he was not second in the sixth place.

He is the sixth in the first row.

A false alarm!

"Others continue to do it. I named the one and came up with my own ammo box!"

A soldier wrapped in mud walked out from behind Zhuang Yan and came to Han Zizuo.

"Go on!"

Zhuang Yan didn't even know who the soldier was.

The whistle continued to blow rhythmically.

The soldiers who were called out began to lift the ammunition box.

It can be seen that his strength has been exhausted, and it has become very difficult to lift the ammunition box over his head.

"301..."

"302..."

Zhuang Yan kept silently counting the numbers in his heart.

So far, only three hundred have been lifted.

According to Han's self-proclaimed requirements, at least 500 strokes...

"Captain...I can't do it..."

When it reached 365, the soldier finally let go of his hand holding the handles on both sides of the magazine.

Standing in front of Han Zizheng, he was panting heavily, his hands were stiff, and he kept shaking.

"Did you choose to give up?" Han asked himself.

The soldier subconsciously stretched out his hands towards the ammo box again, grabbed the handle, and when the whistle sounded again, he suddenly lifted it up...

The ammo box weighing 30KG was mentioned on the chest, but it couldn't be lifted.

Zhuang Yan saw it in his eyes and knew that his teammate was definitely finished.

Lifting the bomb box is all about lifting it up in one go, and the most difficult thing is to lift it to the chest, from "lifting" to "lifting" at the moment.

If the strength is sufficient, most soldiers will choose to lift it up sharply, let the ammo box toss up, and instantly turn their hands to the bottom and lift it up.

Once stagnant in the chest position, it will cause more physical waste and spend more power.

Especially when the physical strength is severely exhausted, once it stops, there is almost no possibility of lifting it.

Sure enough, the bullet box slipped from the soldier's hand and slammed into the muddy water, splashing black mud.

He didn't seem to give up, and when he remembered the whistle again, he tried to raise it again.

"what--"

He growled angrily, cheering himself up.

But this time it was even worse, and the person and the box fell directly into the muddy water.

"Which class is it from? Take it away by yourself, let him wash up, and take a rest." Han proudly turned his head to the side and asked the class leaders who were standing beside him.

"It's my soldier." The sixth squad leader stood up. After speaking, he stepped forward, jumped out of the mud, walked to the soldier, and pulled him up from the mud.

"Go, take a rest and take a shower."

"No, squad leader, I'm fine."

"You can't."

"No, I'm really okay..."

The soldier stubbornly refused to leave, struggled to get up, and went to lift the box again.

But he still only held it to his chest and fell into the muddy water again.

"Forget it, Xiang Qingjia, you can't stand it!" The sixth squad leader was also angry: "Don't be brave!"

Once the training reaches its limit, sometimes it does have to stop.

The physical foundation of people is different, and the final result of hard work can only be injury.

Xiang Qingjia's hands were already shaking, and the sixth squad leader grabbed one of his arms and could feel it hard and trembling.

This soldier's physical strength has reached the limit, and if he continues to carry it hard, it can only be muscle damage, which will not help.

"I order you! Immediately leave here and go to rest!" The sixth squad leader roared at Xiang Qingjia: "Soldier, obey my order immediately! Don't force me to force you to leave!"

Xiang Qingjia stood in the same place, the wooden man froze for a moment, suddenly sobbed repressedly, lowered his head, lowered his hands, and stumbled towards the shore.

"401..."

"402..."

The whistle is still going on.

Zhuang Yan understands Xiang Qingjia's feelings very well. There are only a hundred or so left, but he can't stand it anymore. This means failure, and means to withdraw from training...

For an aces, this is of course unacceptable.

If you can eat enough, maybe this problem won't occur.

But among the soldiers here, not one-third of the people who are really full.

It seems that this is a very unfair test.

But it's also fair to think about it.

Since early in the morning, it has been simulating the real battlefield environment for testing.

No one cares about whether you can eat enough to fight a war, and when you encounter an enemy in hand-to-hand combat, no one cares whether you are full or not. Your reconnaissance mission will not be delayed because you can’t find food in the middle. Time is waiting for you to check, maybe the target will turn the chair, maybe there will be any sudden intelligence to collect.

What the members of the special forces have to face is this absolutely inhumane environment. If you can't achieve it, if you can't do it, you can't become a soldier of the special forces.

"Fourth row, ninth! Get out! Come to the front!"

Others couldn't stand it.

Zhuang Yan felt a little dizzy, hunger coupled with excessive physical exertion, making people feel like they were drunk.

The muddy water obscured his vision, and a lot of dirty muddy water flowed into his mouth, and a strong earthy smell was disgusting.

Zhuang Yan could only spit and spit out the dirt in his mouth as much as possible, but he couldn't free his hands to wipe his eyes.

Now the two hands can hardly feel that they belong to them. The ammo box is completely a mechanical behavior. When I hear the whistle, my brain will subconsciously give orders to the hands, but I can't feel the existence of the hands. I only feel that the two hands are The position of the hand is hot, as if a fire is burning my hand, and there is a pain similar to a cramp...

As the number gets closer to 500, more and more soldiers are named.

Every time the roll call is made, it means that someone has collapsed and cannot move.

Everyone's movements began to become extremely difficult and slow, as if they were slowing down in slow motion, and their postures became strange, and they had to rely on the support in their waists to complete a lift.

"468..."

"469..."

When he counted to 469, Zhuang Yan was completely unable to hold back.

"what--"

When he raised the ammo box again, he couldn't help yelling in a heart-wrenching manner.

Roaring out, on the contrary, people have a kind of emotional catharsis, which makes the pain in the body get a slanted mouth.

"what--"

"what--"

The other teammates around him started yelling, raising it once, yelling once, venting, venting, or cheering for themselves.

Shouting out is better than holding back.

"500—"

Han proudly called out the last number.

"stop!"

With the sound of "stop", almost all the soldiers immediately collapsed in the muddy water, panting like a cow that had just finished ploughing dozens of acres of land.

Xu Xingguo looked back at Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan couldn't help holding out his chest, pretending to be nothing.

He's not like a bear who lets his old foe see that he's almost out of breath now.

Twelve people have already been named for failing to complete 500 consecutive magazine lifts.

This means that another twelve people will withdraw from this training.

After relaxing, Zhuang Yan felt that the dark sky was spinning, and the stars in the distance seemed to be shaking. After shaking a few times, he found that it was not a star, but a Venus that appeared in his sight...

"Now you can go to the ditch to wash the mud on your body and clean yourself up. We will be camping nearby tonight. If you feel any discomfort, you can tell the sanitation staff. We have a sanitation staff with the team, and he has Medicine, if you have problems with your hands, you can go to him immediately to get bone-setting water, help each other to apply it, and relax your hands and feet."

After Han boasted, he turned and left, leaving behind all the people sitting in the mud.

"Ah—" Zhuang Yan roared, and he just fell straight and lay in the mud.

At first, when I first got off the muddy ground, I thought it was dirty here, but now I don't feel any problem when I lie down.

Fatigue, this is the biggest problem, if possible, Zhuang Yan Ningyuan is lying here and sleeping directly.

too tired……

very tired……

Special Forces, Dog Day's Special Forces! I'm **** fucking special forces!

Go to hell!

I just want to sleep well!

"Old Zhuang, how do you feel?" Su Huikai came over and crouched beside Zhuang Yan, grinning and showing her white teeth: "Isn't it sour? Very exciting?"

Zhuang Yan suddenly laughed.

He laughed out loud for a long time, making Su Huikai laugh confused.

"Aren't you crazy tired?"

"I'm not crazy!" said Zhuang Yan, "I feel very cool! Cool! If I hadn't been a soldier, I would never have been so tired in my life! I would never have known in my life that I could lift a 30KG thing 500 times in a row. 1500KG total, equal to 15 tons! I'm so bad! I'm so powerful! I lifted a full 15 tons! Lao Su, you say I'll go back and tell others that I can keep going. If you lift 15,000 kilograms, will you believe me?"

Su Hui was stunned.

The solemn question is very tricky, and it brings some joy in the bitterness.

He shook his head and couldn't help laughing. He sat in the mud and laughed for a long time before saying, "Hahahaha! I don't think anyone would believe you, because normal people don't do this, only lunatics do this. Do!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The two laughed and stood up, supporting each other.

"I think it's better to go to the hygienist to get some bone-setting water first, and then rub it on your elbows..." Zhuang Yan said, "By the way, Lao Su, you can rub it for me later, and let it loose. Scatter the blood and keep the bones alive, otherwise I probably won't be able to lift my hands tomorrow."

"Okay, let me tell you, this thing is not the most tossing thing, there must be more tossing things in the future."

"You seem to know everything..."

"That's needless to say? I'm part of the reconnaissance team myself."

"Don't blow it, I seem to have almost collapsed when I saw you just now..."

"This kind of training, whoever breaks down, the scouts can't stand it... Isn't your mother also the coach and squad leader? Look at you, it's almost like a dead fish."

Zhuang Yan swept his surroundings, and the soldiers walking by his side were basically supporting each other in twos and threes, not only himself and Su Huikai, but everyone was driven to the edge by this kind of near-perverted test.

It seems that the hygienist accompanying the "Red Arrow" team was well prepared~lightnovelpub.net~ Zhuang Yan and Su Huikai saw that this guy actually brought a whole box of bone-setting water.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze!" Suddenly there was a large group of black African-like mud monsters in front of the sanitation staff. The smelly mud on their bodies made the sanitation staff in clean camouflage uniforms afraid that they would come up and rub the mud on themselves.

"Queue up, come one by one, everyone has a share! Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze! Don't rub against me!"

Zhuang Yan was able to see what the hygienist was thinking. He was already exhausted to death, suffocated with an indescribable anger, and suddenly wanted to play a prank.

When it was his turn, he took the bottle of bone-setting water from GX from the hygienist, and Zhuang Yan suddenly opened his arms and hugged the hygienist suddenly.

"Thank you so much for the potion, hygienist."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Of course, Su Huikai, who followed behind, couldn't afford the hygienist. He went up and took a bottle of bone-setting water directly from the medicine box. Then, imitating the solemn appearance, he hugged the hygienist fiercely, and used a large, mud-stained bottle. He rubbed his face twice against the hygienist's face, and said with false gratitude, "I love you, hygienist."

Then run away.

When Zhuang Yan and Su Hui drove more than ten meters away, the people behind them swarmed up, and a bunch of clay figurines all went up to get bone water for themselves. As if they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to take advantage of it, they all hugged the sanitation staff.

Screams came from the side of the truck, and Zhuang Yan and Su Hui almost fell to the ground laughing.

After such a spoof, I finally feel good.

No matter what, the mood is at least a lot easier.

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