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Twenty trips of 500-meter military obstacles were completed by themselves, and then there were thousands of layers of paper, wooden stakes, and the fierce brick-cutting and brick-raising projects.

The angry instructors all trained us like crazy, making us miserable. I don’t know how to describe it. We hate ourselves for being reincarnated as human beings, but we have to run to this monster-filled ‘Jurassic Park’ to suffer.

Thousand-layer paper must be hit to make the thigh-thick tree trunk shake, and the trunk must be really hit hard. The bricks are hard, and a few pieces are stacked together, and there are tiles. We use our heads and hands to fight to the death.

If someone fails to do it well, the generous armed strap will suck your back, and there is a zealous shout from the instructor in your ear:

"I made you unable to do it properly! I made you unable to do it properly! But you can't do it without it, as long as you say who did it! You know?"

I don’t know how many people know about it, but it seems that everyone is trying to endure it, and they all stand up and answer it one by one: “Report to the instructor, I don’t know!”

"Get out! Get out of here! Go run away for me, I don't believe that all the garbage has turned into iron lumps!"

The angry butcher Zhou waved his hand and pulled a belt onto a student, and he issued an order to us angrily!

Run, then run non-stop, making you dark, running so hard that you feel as if you have flattened the road in the camp countless times, and running so hard that you feel that God has given you two legs. This is definitely a fatal mistake.

Now I finally know what the limit of the human body is. It’s been over 2 o’clock in the middle of the night, and now it’s over 5 o’clock in the afternoon. Almost most of our time is spent running continuously, armed cross-country fifteen kilometers, four hundred meters of obstacles, five hundred meters of military obstacles, mountain climbing, swamps, irregular sneaking, etc. It’s really a complete set of one-stop service and service.

At this time, the instructors seemed to no longer care who stole the steamed buns. They didn't ask us anymore. Their goal seemed to have become desperate to torture us. From their cold eyes, I could see that they would never give up until they achieved their goal.

We are very hard, we are very tired, we are very hungry, most of us have been fasting for nearly two days, and our non-stop training has reached more than 30 hours. During this period, except for the medical officer who gave each of us a bottle of glucose to supplement our physical strength, we have not received any supplies. Such training is annihilated human nature.

In the evening, we didn’t know how far we had run, but we felt that our bodies were floating, our hands and feet were stiff, our eyes were dull, and our consciousness was confused. The suffering along the way made our team lose continuously.

Many students began to be unable to withstand, some even fainted under this hard training, some even had hallucinations and were carried out by the military police, and then rescued by the medical officers accompanying the team.

The instructors said it very bluntly that if you want to stay, you must persist, or just wear a backpack and go home. Therefore, except for those who are really unable to move, you have to return to the team again to participate in the cruel torture.

The instructors and gendarmes kept pressuring us by our side, constantly driving us out behind us, constantly using microphones to announce orders to us, and even used them to run, they shot us with water guns and used various obstacles to make things difficult for us.

He doesn't give us a chance to rest, he doesn't give us a chance to sleep, even if you want to run and sleep, they will use armed forces to suck, they will use needles to prick, and they will also use feet to kick, anyway, it will make your spirit and physical strength in a high degree of fatigue.

And the instructors will be very bad. They follow us, shout at us with tweeters, and ask you various questions: "What are your name?", "Where are you from?", "What culture are you?", "How many siblings are you?" and so on boring topics like this.

All the students are basically tortured to the point of being human. Your thinking has been exhausted by super-intensity training. The brain is basically blank except for a little original consciousness. Sometimes all kinds of illusions appear. When simple questions ring in your ears, you will of course answer nonsense.

Even when the instructor is improvising, "You know who stole it!"

You might be conditioned and said, "I know!"

Then the instructor will stop your body command and shout to you again: "Who is he?"

You calmed down and replied loudly: "I don't know!"

Well, the instructor will kick your ass coldly and then yell: "Run! Damn it! If you can't surpass the previous one, I'll kill you."

People are constantly being slowly overwhelmed by this kind of training, and people are constantly being carried down. If they are able to wake up, the instructor will ask him whether to continue or leave the base. Then you must struggle to return. If you can't persist, carry him back to the dormitory again.

Peng Zheng, Company Commander Kuang, and Wang Yulong, and I tried our best to run together. We tried our best to take care of each other, but this punishment was too cruel. Even strong men like Company Commander Xiang Kuang became struggling to support them in the end.

I have lost everything around me, and I can't even feel the existence of my comrades around me. I just feel that even if the instructors' shouts are floating in the air, there is a buzzing sound in my ears, and everything I see in my eyes is nothing, as if everything around me is dancing.

This period of time is almost a pause in life. I don’t know how fast I run, but when I look at the people around me or my own movements, I feel like I’m playing the oldest cartoon. Each picture is almost frozen, and life seems to be extended by this high-intensity movement. There are only two words in my heart that keep wandering, that is, persistence, and persistence.

"stand at attention!"

"Look to the right!"

It was not until these familiar sounds of commands rang in my ears again that I came to my senses. I found that we didn't know when we returned to the training ground, and then, like last night, all the students were gathered together, but the reality was even more cruel. I counted about it and there were only more than thirty people left now.

"Tell us who stole it!"

"But Zhou" stood up again, his voice was extremely stern, just like a blood-devouring ferocious wolf. His eyes penetrated through my eyes like a sharp sword, and he said gloomyly: "If no one told me again, I will let you experience such punishment, and all of you will be sent back to the original army, and I don't want any garbage!"

Is this his last killer move? Seeing the military police cooperated to approach us slowly with his words, I couldn't even stand firmly. Even if I was anxious and angry, I had nothing to say.

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