After handing over a hundred people to Su Dingfang who rushed over after hearing the news, Li Hao looked at the remaining more than a thousand people and said with a gloomy face: "I'm sorry, I just sent off a group of comrades. To be honest, you who stayed may not be really better than them, but you are more adaptable to the battlefield in the future than them.

In addition, you don’t have to be happy. Elimination will continue. I will eliminate all those who cannot adapt to the future battlefield. Their departure may not be your future. So, keep working hard, strive not to be eliminated, and strive to stay. Maybe we will fight side by side in the future."

"Report." Another report.

"speak."

The man stood up and asked aloud with dissatisfaction, "Report to the Commander, you have always emphasized the future battlefield. Can you tell us what the future battlefield is and what the future battlefield is?"

Li Hao came to the man, looked at him, and said for a while: "What is the future battlefield... To be honest, I don't know either. Maybe you can tell me personally after you finish the training."

"Can we do what will be the next training?"

Li Hao shrugged: "I'm sorry, I can only tell you that the next training is to survive in the wild. As for the future... I'll talk about it when you pass this level."

After saying that, Li Hao turned around and returned to the front of the team, patted his chest and raised his head, and said to the following: "I'm so tired of being gathered during this period, right? Isn't you afraid to tell you that the new training uniform on this guy can compress your time to wear clothes to within thirty breaths. As long as you can complete the training, this is yours."

After saying that, Tiezhu turned around and patted the backpack behind him: "Isn't it very tired to carry so many scattered things on his body? This one on his body is called a marching backpack. Not only can he hold all the fragments of your body, but he will feel much more comfortable with marching. The same standard, as long as you complete the training, this will be yours."

Take off the dark-colored pulley bow from the side of the backpack on the iron pillar, shake it hard, and bounce the bow arm with a 'kla' sound: "All-steel pulley bow can at least increase the pulling force of your bow by 15 to 17 times, and the pulling force can be adjusted from one stone to three stones. Isn't it very beautiful and attractive? As long as you complete the training, this is yours."

One piece of equipment on the left, another piece of equipment, was dazzled by a group of big-headed soldiers and breathed heavily.

The iron pillar is wearing an alternative jungle camouflage, which is a unique wildness. The huge backpack seems to be able to hold everything, especially the huge black bow. Needless to say, the pulling force is magnified, and the pulling force is adjustable. The hideous appearance alone makes people love it.

Of course, if you can't let go of it, you must be able to get it in your hands.

When seeing these equipment, no one was dissatisfied with Li Hao anymore. Such equipment can only be equipped to the most elite warriors. People who can't even eat grasshoppers are not worthy of having such excellent equipment.

Not only the big-headed soldiers left behind, but even Su Dingfang was a little uneasy when he saw the giant bow. He came to Li Hao slowly, took the pulley bow from him and tried it. Except for a little light, everything was fine.

But when he shot through the flagpole with a three-edged armor-breaking branch, Su Dingfang immediately hugged the bow tightly, showing Li Hao an expression that he would not return even if you beat me to death.

The big-headed soldiers almost glared out their eyes. This is the power that the three stone bow can have. If this is the case, not to mention anything else, just for this bow, you have to complete all the training.

Li Haozhi smiled proudly. He had a lot of bows, not less than Su Dingfang. He took out a black lump the size of a fist from the backpack of Tiezhu and put it in his hand and weighed it: "Defensive grenade, what's the effect... Who would you do? Let's get a few sets of armor and put it to a place forty steps away."

After a moment: "Yes, put it apart, no no, no, not, that's not like this, okay, okay, just like this, come back."

Forty steps away, there were ten wooden shelves, each of which was covered with a set of armor.

In the confusing eyes of everyone, Li Hao lit the black bumps in his hands with a fire sniff, and waited for a while and threw them out.

Fortunately, my foundation was still poor back then, and the black lumps just fell into the middle of those ten sets of armor.

"Boom" A thunder sounded on the ground, and then look at the ten... Well, the shelves are gone, and the ten sets of armor almost turned into pieces and fell to the ground in scattered areas.

What happened? Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

The big-headed soldiers were already stupid. Is the Duwei a god? It would be thunder if it hits thunder, or thunder in the dry weather. Fortunately, the Duwei did not use such magical methods on himself and others before, otherwise... wouldn't everyone have died long ago?

Clapping his hands and attracting everyone's gaze, Li Hao took out a black lump from Tiezhu's backpack again: "Did you see it? This is the defensive grenade. As long as you can complete all the training, this thing is still yours."

"Report!"

"Report!"

As Li Hao's voice fell, countless 'reports' sounds sounded in the crowd, and the impatient Feng Qiang stood directly outside the team: "Report to the commander, we are ready, please give the order, Daoshan Fire is active, we will die!"

"Haha..." Li Hao smiled and pressed at everyone with both hands: "Yanjing, give me peace of mind."

"I can understand your mood, but the meal must be eaten one by one, and the training must be carried out bit by bit. So, today we will divide the group into thirty groups, and everyone will be divided into thirty groups. The team leader is responsible for the thirty people who followed me to chase and suppress the Japanese people a year ago. Now, let's start grouping, freely form a team, a quarter of an hour, and start."

Without preparation, without notification, everything was so sudden.

Fortunately, the Ling Mansion has been training for half a year and can handle this little thing. The marshalling has been completed in less than a quarter of an hour, and thirty teams with more or less gathered in front of Li Hao.

...

...

Three days later, deep in the Qinling Mountains, the team led by Feng Qiang dragged their tired bodies and walked upstream on a stream.

It was already February, and it was already a cold season outside, but the mountains were still cold, and there was even unmelted snow in some places.

In the marching team, some people fell to the ground without firmness and struggled for a long time but couldn't get up.

"Captain, take a break, take a break." Someone looked at Feng Qiang who was exploring the way forward and whispered.

Feng Qiang looked back and nodded hesitantly: "Okay, take a rest for a quarter of an hour."

When they heard that they could rest, everyone seemed to be paralyzed. No matter what was under them, they fell to the ground, staring blankly at the blue sky above their heads, not even wanting to put a fart.

To be honest, they haven't eaten anything for a whole day, their stomachs are as empty as wild. Even if they have any farts, they have to keep them and digest them slowly, so they can't let them go.

The brothers all fell down, but Feng Qiang dared not rest. As the captain, he had a heavy responsibility and would take his brothers out of this forest no matter what.

Another tired figure leaned over and sat next to Feng Qiang: "Old Feng, what's going on? We have been looking for it for a day and haven't found a supply point. Have you taken the wrong path?"

The person who spoke was a very strong man, but now that the previous organization has been disrupted, he has become a soldier under Feng Qiang.

"Tao Zhao, it's not that we went wrong, but..." Feng Qiang suddenly lowered his voice and cursed fiercely: "It's the map that the bastard gave us is wrong at all."

"What?..." Shi, the surname Zhao, staring at the boss, stared at him with long eyes, and was about to shout, immediately covering his mouth again. After a while, he whispered: "How do you know that the map is wrong? Could it be that he read it wrong?"

Feng Qiang took out the simple map in his arms, pointed to the markings on the east, west, south and north, and said, "I can't read it wrong. Look at this place and look here. According to the things taught me before, the direction of this map was completely wrong forty-five degrees. In other words, the standard north above should actually be northwest, but we foolishly followed the markings on it and kept walking northward. Is this good?"

"How could this happen? How could this happen!" Zhao Shichang was also stupid.

They could walk for three days, and in order to rush in front of other teams, they also rushed for a night road.

Even if their marching speed is slow, they will have walked about 200 miles at this time, which means that they are probably not far from the right direction... Well, I can't figure out how many, it won't be less than 100 miles anyway.

After a long time, Zhao Shichang grabbed a stone on the ground and threw it out. He gritted his teeth and said, "I thought the commander had discovered his conscience, so he took out so many good things. As a result, the result..."

Feng Qiang took over the conversation: "It turns out that he only realized now that he was a rebirth before he was crazy, right?"

"Oh, now that things have come to this point, what else can I say?" Zhao Shichang shook his head and kicked the stone on the ground hard: "Now we only have two roads, one is to return the same way, and the other is to choose the right direction immediately. Needless to say, the first one is, since I have arrived here, I don't think anyone wants to give up, so... hurry up."

"Tsk, do you think we are heading west now? " Feng Qiang folded the map depressedly, put it back in his arms, patted Zhao Shichang, who was depressed: "Tao Zhao, let's go."

"Yes." Zhao Shi stood up with difficulty, suddenly licked his lips, and said with a wry smile: "Old Feng, do you know, I suddenly want to eat fried locusts. Now that I think about it, that thing is really chicken-flavored and crispy."
Chapter completed!