Prisoner training.

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The sun gradually climbed to the center of the sky, scorching everyone's body.

Shao Xiaoqian has forgotten how many times she fell down Li Zheng and how many times she was felled by Li Zheng.

Her face and body were covered with sand, her camouflage uniform was soaked with sweat, and then stuck to the yellow sand from the sand pit, making her look like a "minion."

I'm thirsty, but I can't stop without Tong Zhi's permission, and no one dares to stop.

Li Zheng stood up when he was knocked down again and again, and fell down again when Shao Xiaoqian was captured from behind.

He was never willing to make a serious move.

All the male soldiers in Class 2 and Class 3 stood up from the ground.

In the past, every time I took a break, it would be an eye-opener if I could take a fifteen-minute break.

Today, Devil Tong actually made them sit on the bench for more than an hour. He only watched the first squad and the female squadron beating in the sand pit. The previous pride and joy had long since disappeared.

It was replaced by uneasiness.

Li Qiman wanted to go up to Tong Pai several times and tell him and his brothers to go back to training, but when he saw Tong Pai's face that was harder than granite, the words that came to his mouth were swallowed back in his stomach.

That morning was the most horrific rest day for the second and third platoons during the exercise, setting a historical record.

At least an hour and a half.

Finally, Hou Jun couldn't help but ask Tong Zhi: "I think it's almost done."

Of course he knew that Tong Zhi was punishing the first class and the female soldier class.

He also really admired his old comrade for being so cruel.

Suddenly, Hou Jun felt that maybe the gap between himself and Tong Zhi was here.

When it comes to marksmanship, he thinks he is no worse than Tong Zhi in some subjects, and is even better at long-distance precision sniping.

But compared to will, judgment, concentration, etc., I am far, far behind.

After a while, Tong Zhi finally shouted stop.

Then he came to the sand pit, looked at the soldiers in the sand pit who were already out of breath and blurred by the sun, and said: "I don't think I need to explain, you also know why I won't let you rest."

Then, he slapped his palms several times.

"These rounds of applause are for the male soldiers of Class 1. It's you who showed me the fools!"

He sneered twice and then said: "On the battlefield in southern Xinjiang back then, there were examples of our seniors being shot to death as soon as they turned around because they couldn't bear to shoot women. Remember, there are only comrades and enemies on the battlefield.

There is only life and death. Sympathy and compassion are reserved for use after the war, not on the battlefield."

His gaze passed over everyone, as cold as ice.

"Now, I give you a chance. If you are willing to continue acting like this, I will be here to accompany you and act as an audience for you until the sun goes down tonight. I will do what I say. I know you all call me the devil behind your back.

, since you are a demon, you know that I have no sympathy. If you really practice it seriously, as if you are practicing to capture prisoners, I will stop it, then you can start now——"

"Report!"

Just when Tong Zhi was about to announce the continuation of sparring, someone in the female soldier class raised their hands.
Chapter completed!