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I don't want to leave here, I definitely don't want to leave now!

I am passionate, I am always ready to fight, my heart is full of passion, and I long for new honors to embellish my life.

Maybe ten minutes ago, I might be thinking about how to return to my original troops, but after listening to the words of Company Commander Kuang, my mind couldn't help but feel the fighting spirit soared into the sky, and this fighting spirit was deeply rooted in my mind. As long as I could achieve this goal, I was willing to pay all the price for it.

Even though there is a terrifying 90% elimination rate, even if I don’t think I am the best among these 289 people, I just don’t want to leave. As long as I know that this is the pre-school camp leading to the Military Region Special Investigation Brigade, I feel that I am full of radical and high-spirited power.

I was no longer depressed, there was only excitement. I found that at some point, I had no idea when I entered the Military Region Special Investigation Brigade and became one of them, which had become a target that I was unwilling to give up.

At this time, I seemed to be burned to my butt by fire. The wind-like speed made Peng Zheng stunned. At this genetic mutation, I think the only powerful drug that he thought of in his YD's brain was Viagra!

"Go away, Xiong Bing, trash... Fuck you to me!"

Then he ran away, but there were still people chasing him behind him. I don’t know where the military police found two old military tricycles. They held long tree skills in their hands and ran all the way around us. When they saw who didn’t like him, they would just suck him. If you didn’t try to speed up and pull him away, he would keep chasing you and beat him up. He really chased you for life, and even three minutes faster than he was on a motorcycle now, he would spare you and go to find another tragic brother.

This kind of running method is completely messed up. According to our previous experience, running like a long distance of 15 kilometers must be planned to run the entire journey in a planned manner. There is a way to do it when it should be fast and when it should be slow. However, even if they are beaten up, even if they are good at training on weekdays, they will consume all their energy on the way.

You said you didn't run, how could he really do you? Just run according to your own running method. Wouldn't they dare to kill you?

Hehe, a good idea! Then try it, they really fight, it will definitely be the same as the previous "King of Yan" holding the stick as thick as a finger suddenly hit us. Basically, if you suck you, you will feel a burning pain on your body, forcing you to run wildly.

It was not until this time that Peng Zheng and I showed that the recruits were wearing leggings, vests and belts. This was not five kilometers, but fifteen kilometers. Wang Yulong could keep up at the beginning, but when he reached the last five kilometers, he was obviously a little overwhelmed. In addition, two military policemen on the side who came as fast as pterodactyls, harassing you from time to time and exhausting your physical strength was really hard for him to resist.

Fortunately, this guy was ruthless. As long as Peng Zheng snorted at him slightly or threw a contemptuous look, the guy didn't know where he came out of strength, and then he even followed with a big tongue. As the new recruits, we ran forward and continued among this group of elite soldiers, and even had a bit of a mid-to-upstream smell and rushed back to the camp.

There were already military police waiting at the gate of the camp. They looked at the watch in their hands and cursed:

"Xiong Bing, so slow? Damn, how did their troops train? How dare you go to the 'park' training base? I'll kill you..."

Similarly, these gendarmes did not tell lies. As expected, they caught the ten students at the end and immediately stopped them at the door. They didn't need to say anything. They immediately packed up their own things and returned to the original troops with their backpacks.

Eight of the last ten soldiers were recruits and two veterans. As vanguards of the military advisors with a strong sense of honor, responsibility and honor have long become an inseparable part of their lives. Although they were already running and sweating, although they ran pale, and even had traces of the "Pteridal Dragon" kicking and whipping on them, none of them cared about them. They pleaded with the "Pteridal Dragon" and asked them to give them another chance.

But none of these works. The military police were so arrogant that they were only one sentence: If you don’t get in the car immediately and return to the original troops, I will ask your chief to pick you up in person.

Desperate eyes and helpless faces, these iron-like men were finally defeated by this kind of frustration, and couldn't help but burst into tears and started crying loudly. This is probably the most sad cry I have ever heard in my life. It makes us all the soldiers watching from the side unable to help but turn their heads. There is a man who doesn't cry easily, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

But……

However, all this became worthless in front of these strait-hearted gendarmes.

In their words, if the car that sent them over was not brought back, wouldn’t it be a waste of gasoline? From their extremely bad tone, I simply felt that our dignity and honor might not be as valuable as that gallon of gasoline!

"Only drive one car!"

A military caravan whizzed out from the camp gate. I quickly adjusted my breathing, and then suddenly said.

"Then...what's wrong?"

After all, I have never practiced like Peng Zheng and I. Wang Yulong’s breath is now uncontrollable. He asked me with a pale face while panting.

"Idiot! There are three cars there, which means they will definitely drive them away, and a group of us will drive away!"

Peng Zheng finally seized a chance to take revenge on him and was willing to let go easily, so he sneered and said, "Looking at you like this, I'm afraid you will be the next group of people returning to the army. It's easy to leave! I won't send it away!"

"You go and die, even if you get out!"

Of course, Wang Yulong was not convinced. He raised his chest and glared at him and retorted loudly: "I will stay here too, and I can't even get through the surroundings. I'm still a vanguard!"

"Then you two make a bet!"

I watched the gendarmes communicate briefly and walked towards us. I smiled bitterly and asked, "What are you talking about next project?"

"push-up!"

“Sit ups!”

well!

As a result, they all guessed wrongly. The only thing that was a little bit close to the side was the little ghost head Peng Zheng. The grim military police brought us to a huge training ground that we later called the "Devil Slaughterhouse". This huge training ground has become one of our nightmares for a long time. Perhaps the infiltration of blood and sweat is the reason for the brown red here...—
Chapter completed!