But naturally some honest and honest characters who have poor brains appear. ∑, a young man with a burly figure in the second row of the queue raised his hand to the stupid young man: "I think I can be the leader."

Sim chuckled, unbuttoned his belt and waved at him, letting him come out.

The young man walked out of the queue and suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, looking like a gangster fighting. The result was self-evident. The instructor grabbed his wrist and threw it over his shoulder, and then twisted it hard.

The young man screamed with his wrist and sweated coldly.

There was also a noise in the team, and everyone was unbearable.

"Are you okay?" Sim asked as he stood up.

The young man was a little persevering and stood up and screamed: "It's okay, sir! But my hand seems to be broken."

"Medical Soldier!" Instructor Sim turned around and shouted, and two medical Soldiers ran over and carried the young man onto a stretcher and left.

"Who is next!" Sim yelled at the queue.

In the original plot, at this time, Diz, who had a crush on Rico, would transfer to the Infantry Academy and fight with the instructor for several rounds. It was better than the strong man before, but he still lost. However, Wang Yao reversed the plot. Rico stayed in the hospital to recuperate, so naturally there would be no Diz.

Seeing that the matter was about to end, the instructor suddenly stood in front of Wang Yao and stared at him in a close distance.

"You seem to want to stand up?"

"No, no," Wang Yao frowned slightly, his voice calmly looking straight ahead.

"Are you afraid?"

"It's just that there's no need. If you lose, I won't get substantial benefits, and I'll be jealous and hateful."

Sim shouted and said to everyone: "This is a mobile unit, an infantry unit! No one's talents are buried here." Then he looked at Wang Yao: "If you are not a coward, stand up!"

Having said that, Wang Yao had no need to hide his weakness. He took a step forward and looked at the instructor: "Come on, you can take action first."

"I hope you are not a foreign gun candle head."

Sim was not polite, and posed for free fighting.

This is not a novel. It seems that you can walk out calmly. You can see that you have loopholes on your body and you will find that you can move your whole body. The defensive posture is the defensive posture. Normal walking means normal walking. There are always some differences.

There is no need to make fake moves and punch attacks when facing the recruit Sim.

It seems that Wang Yao's quick punch was too slow in his eyes, and he even felt that he could vent his anger first.

He avoided sideways. Instructor Sim fell forward and crashed into the line.

The team quickly dispersed, and Sim stood still, twisted his neck, shouted and rushed over again.

"He is qualified to be a squad leader." A black woman in the team said to the white women around her.

"Hey. The squad leader is mine..." The queue said, but it was just lacking confidence.

Intently resolving the battle quickly, Wang Yao no longer dodged, and stretched out his hand and grabbed the fist and fell over his shoulder.

Bang!

The back hit the ground hard, and Instructor Sim was confused and could not get up for a moment.

"Sorry, I'm not taking over the good guy." Wang Yao, who had only used 10% of his strength, said calmly and retreated to the team. Wang Yao really didn't have any sense of accomplishment when fighting this enemy, although others seemed to be suspected of pretending.

But it does work, at least a few female soldiers looked up and down at Wang Yao.

Sim got up from the ground and stopped the deputy instructor who found something strange to come from afar. He said to Wang Yao: "Very good, you are the squad leader now, for the time being. There will be combat exercises in two weeks, so let's see if you can keep your position at that time."

"Come now! Look at your casual look!"

...

noon

After the training for a whole morning, the recruits finally had a chance to breathe. The physical fitness of people in this era is not too bad, at least there is no existence to withdraw or persevere. The honest young man who had his arm twisted even ran back after the wound was fixed and then trained.

Canteen, or food tent.

The recruits lined up to get food. Wang Yao, who had received the title of temporary squad leader, was also among them. Compared with the heat emitting around him and sweating all over, Wang Yao did not have a drop of sweat on his forehead.

"Hey, the moment was so cool just now." A white girl squeezed to Wang Yao's side: "How did you do it."

Wang Yao glanced at her and thought to himself that these people were their subordinates. They couldn't be too cold. They wanted to smile and found that they couldn't do it, so they had to use a quiet voice to say: "Strength."

"It's really cool. Are you from Asia? Are the people there as cool as you?" The girl had many questions, and suddenly she tilted her body and ran into Wang Yao. A tall and thin young man squeezed in. She couldn't wait to get a meal.

He had blonde hair, and all his hair was upright and quite unique.

"Let's go back!" Someone complained behind him.

"Why can't I do it if she can." The young man quickly grabbed the spoon and filled a ball of pink viscous liquid like paste, frowned and looked at it carefully.

"Go to the back." A plain voice sounded. The sound was not loud, but it kept all the sounds still.

The person who spoke was Wang Yao.

The tall and thin young man named Levi screamed strangely: "Wow, if you snatch my squad leader, do you start giving orders?"

Wang Yao looked at him and said, "You can grab it."

The quiet lasted for a few seconds, just as the atmosphere became tense. Levi suddenly showed a silly smile and patted Wang Yao on the shoulder: I can't beat you, make a friend."

As he said that, he slapped the ball of paste from the spoon into Wang Yao's dining plate.

"Then you have to queue up, ace." The honest young man who had just entered laughed and scolded and pushed Levi back to the end of the team. During training, Levi said that he was the ace in the team, and everyone was used to calling him that.

The atmosphere became warmer again. The girl who had been squeezed to Wang Yao before whispered to her companion behind her and said something so hard to her chest.

"Breckenridge... You are called this." Wang Yao said, calling out the honest young man who was walking back.

"That's right." Breckenrich nodded, looking very friendly.

Wang Yao's eyes moved and looked at his bandaged right arm: "How is the arm?"

"The hospital here is much better than in the countryside, and small problems are not in the way." Breckenridge stumbling, feeling a little excited.

"Yes." Wang Yao nodded.

Because of high-intensity training, the food is high in calories. A large piece of black bread, steak and vegetables, and a viscous liquid like a blood-stirred brain-like body.

He took the dining plate to the unmanned seat and sat down. Soon the girl behind him rushed over and sat next to him.

The girl who was in a state of trouble could not resist the temptation of a cold-blooded man like Wang Yao.

"Your friend is calling you." After hearing her nagging for a few minutes, Wang Yao spoke. The girl turned around and found that her companion kept waving at her. She had to look at Wang Yao apologetically and picked up the plate and left.

Just when Wang Yao thought he could have a safe meal, a plate was placed in front of him, and Ace Levi sat down with a silly smile on his face.
Chapter completed!