On the open field, there were no weeds and trees, only gravel and land, the wheels rolled over the ground, the dust was flying, and it was scattered everywhere.

However, in such a venue, two-thirds of the ground is covered with barbed wire, and the distance of up to three kilometers, at a glance, is creepy.

When Chen Shuhao and others arrived, they saw many figures crawling in the ground, and their movements were standard under the barbed wire fence, but when their physical strength was exhausted, the speed was not as fast as expected.

Sweat and mud mixed together, and some drilled straight into the mouth, nose, and eyes, and all were gray-faced.

-They have to pass under the barbed wire before they can reach the end.

After that, they will camp at the end.

For Chen Shuhao and others who have experienced the more demanding route created by Mo Shangjun, seeing such a project, they just wish they could faint on the spot and woke up to reach the opposite side.

Too cruel.

Several instructors are in the initial position, but they are only responsible for supervision, they will not force the trainees to complete this training, but they will not help them.

Everything depends on themselves.

It’s okay to give up, but they have to undergo more brutal training.

If you want to stay here, you have to rush forward.

"How to do?"

The female frogmen in a group with them all cried in the voice of asking for help.

Grievances and sadness flooded her heart, but when the tears fell, she raised her hands and wiped her face. The mud and tears mixed in the corners of her eyes. Her face was dirty, but she did not let the tears stay.

Chen Shuhao patted her shoulder and she exhaled deeply.

Seeing her gradually calming down, Chen Shuhao grabbed her hand, palm strength slightly increased, she said: "Let's go, let us together."

"Ok."

She nodded heavily.

Several other people in the group glanced at each other, and it was regarded as a determination to start choosing a channel for this challenge.

They had already clenched their teeth until this time. They had no back path and could only continue to climb forward.

The ground was full of gravel with sharp edges on the stones. The clothing of elbows, knees and other joints was cut, even to the skin, and the palms were also rubbed and bloody.

Sweat mixed with dust fell into the eyes, and the eyes could not be opened with pain, but even if they closed their eyes tightly, they dared not stop the movement at hand.

Can't stop.

Once stopped, it is difficult to move on.

At this time, it is necessary to take a break.

They crumbled and yelled in the barbed wire, scolded their mother loudly, and even wailed, but no matter how they screamed, they should move forward, and no one stayed in place.

At the end of the barbed wire crawling, the front is full of dirt and dust. The clothes at the joints have been worn out, and blood, sweat, and mud are mixed on the clothes. But none of them looked at the injury, but lay on their backs on the ground. God, breathing deeply in quiet time, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds above her head, which is enough to relieve all their pain in these 12 hours.

This is the happiest time.

Finally, after a long period of time, Chen Shuhao and others who arrived in the last group finally climbed out of the barbed wire in about the same time.

Without the oppression and restraint in the barbed wire, as soon as they came out, they fell completely.

Half of Chen Shuhao's face was attached to the land, his head slightly tilted, and he went to see the desolate land and dense jungle in the distance, as well as the passing cars and the military boots he walked through, completely emptying his mind.

What kind of training, what kind of ink, in this extremely tired state, completely left behind.

*

At half past four, Mo Shangyun arrived at the meeting point of the Blue Team.

When she arrived, everyone else was basically there.

Both Liang Zhiqiong and Tang Shi arrived before her. Upon seeing her, although she was exhausted and paralyzed, she still stretched out her hand and swayed towards Mo Yun.

Others just nodded to Mo Shangyun, even Peng Yuqiu, Mu Cheng, and Chu Ye, who were more familiar, were sitting on the ground without energy, and at most yelled at her and greeted her.

The training of the red team is very hard, but the blue team, which is responsible for accompanying the training throughout, is almost the same.

A full 12 hours of training, and before that they did not close their eyes one day, and it was all up to their will to stick to the present.

However, Tang Shi and Liang Zhiqiong can keep up with each other without falling behind. From the perspective of this group of top-notch special forces, it is already a miracle.

In comparison, Mo Shangyun is already very spiritual.

At the very least, she has maintained a normal level so far, walking relaxedly, although her expression is a little tired, but not obvious.

Ji Zhou stared at Mo Yunyun, and there was a doubt in his eyes.

——Physical fitness can't be pulled up in a moment. According to Wei Nan's description, Mo Shangjun took a much longer route than them, but Mo Shangjun still has the ability to do so. One can imagine how incredible is the physical fitness of Mo Shangyun. More importantly, they have all undergone intensive training for a certain period of time, at least for 1-2 years. But Mo Shangyun spent less time in military schools and reconnaissance battalions than they did.

How did she grow up?

Ji Zhou thought so, but suppressed his doubts in due course.

Carrying the equipment, Mo Shangjun walked to Tang Shi and Liang Zhiqiong, squatted down, and glanced back on the ground.

Mo Shangyun said: "Take off your shoes."

Liang Zhiqiong was lying on the ground looking at the sky, with a look of despair and said: "You take it off, I haven't felt it if I cut my foot."

Even the sound was completely weakened.

Tang Shi tried to move, but was so weak that he couldn't get up.

After a few seconds of pause, Mo Shangyun raised his lips and asked, "Do you want to quit?"

After glaring at the ink, Liang Zhiqiong thought up very disappointedly, but did not get up after trying twice, so he raised his hand hard and said in a slow and weak tone—

"Xiao Mozi, help me up, I can fight for another three months--"

Before finishing the speech, Mo Shangyun pressed her hand back.

"pain."

Liang Zhiqiong grinned his teeth, tears hung from the corners of his eyes.

Reversing her hand, Mo Shangyun saw her previously injured palm, which was originally not good. After a day of tossing, I did not know how many times the wound was cracked, and the bandage was all blood stained, and the dried one was not yet dry. ,shocking.

Mo Shangyun grabbed her wrist, shook it, and smiled with a lip: "What should I do, I think your hand is about to be scrapped."

"nonsense!"

Liang Zhiqiong's eyes widened, his voice suppressed, and his nose turned red.

Mo Shangyun looked at her with a smirk and continued: "Even if it is good, it will leave obvious scars."

"Are you sympathetic, and still laugh--" Liang Zhiqiong said angrily, but he said carefully, and said carefully, "It's okay to leave a scar on your palm?"

"That's not true, scarring is good. If you hurt your bones and leave any sequelae, you might not even be able to hold the gun." Mo Shangyun said.

As soon as his eyes widened, Liang Zhiqiong rolled over and rose from the ground.

A tear in her eyes, "Really?"

Still wanting to say something, Peng Yuqiu, who was watching not far away, frowned lightly and glanced at Mo Shangyun with a warning.

Looking back at Peng Yuqiu, Mo Shangyun withdrew his gaze, then chuckled and said to Liang Zhiqiong: "Fake."

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong took a deep breath and found that he had lost his energy to lose his temper.

At this time, Tang Shi also struggled to get up from the ground, and at the same time looked sympathetically at Liang Zhiqiong, who was being mistreated.

Mo Shangjun loosened Liang Zhiqiong's wrist, then found a firewood around him, cut it with a dagger a few times, and then raised his eyebrows with satisfaction, and handed it directly to Liang Zhiqiong's mouth.

"Come on, bear with me." Mo Shangyun said.

Liang Zhiqiong asked in surprise: "Will it hurt so much?"

Biting a stick, it's the pain of biting off your tongue.

Liang Zhiqiong's expression was a little timid.

Peng Yuqiu finally said, "Don't scare her."

Upon hearing the sound, Liang Zhiqiong looked at Peng Yuqiu and then stared at Mo Shangyun suspiciously, "Are you scaring me?"

Narrowed his eyes, ink on his lips hooked his lips, and then asked slowly: "Do you think I'm scaring you?"

When asked by Mo Shangyun, Liang Zhiqiong was confused and didn't know who to believe for a while.

However, after some measurement, she looked at Mo Shangyun and Peng Yuqiu. Then she took a deep breath and tucked the stick into her mouth. She closed her eyes and turned her hand to ink. Reaching out, indicating that she can do it at any time.

Peng Yuqiu's face was pale, he frowned and took his gaze back.

The Mucheng next to him, although gloating, was still patting Peng Yuqiu on the shoulder, giving the brother some comfort.

Hahaha-

Mu Cheng smiled in his heart.

Sure enough, the bystander was clear, even the calmer Peng Yuqiu was afraid that he didn't realize that he and Liang Zhiqiong were both fooled by Mo Shangyun.

Moreover, it's just playing around.

Mu Cheng found that he appreciated Mo Shangyun more and more.

Gee.

It's a pity that this time I didn't have a group with Mo Shangyun.