Zhuang Yan couldn't help but feel panic when she saw Han Zixuan's eyes shooting towards him.

However, he quickly remembered that he was not ranked sixth in the second row.

I am ranked sixth in the first row.

A false alarm!

"Others keep doing it, I clicked the name and came up with my own bullet box!"

A soldier wrapped in mud walked out from behind Zhuang Yan and came to Han Zixu.

“Stop it!”

Zhuangyan didn't even know who that soldier was.

The whistle was still blowing rhythmically.

The soldiers who were named came out began to lift the bullet boxes.

It can be seen that his strength has been exhausted, and it has become very difficult to lift the bullet box over his head.

“301…”

“302…”

Zhuang Yan kept counting numbers in his heart.

So far, I have only 300 more.

According to Han Zibao's request, at least 500 strokes are required...

"Captain...I can't do it anymore..."

When it reached 365, the soldier finally let go of his hands holding the handles on both sides of the bullet box.

Standing in front of Han Zixiu, he gasped, his hands froze and kept trembling.

"Did you choose to give up?" Han Zixiu asked.

The soldier subconsciously extended his hands to the bullet box again, grabbed the handle, and when the whistle sounded again, he suddenly raised it up...

The 30kg bullet box was lifted onto his chest, but he couldn't lift it up any longer.

Zhuang Yan saw it and knew that his teammate must be finished.

Lifting a bullet box means to make a concerted effort. The most difficult thing is to lift it to your chest and turn from "lifting" to "lifting".

If the strength is sufficient, most soldiers will choose to lift it upwards suddenly, throw the bullet box upwards, and instantly turn their hands to the lower direction to lift it up.

Once you stagnate in the chest position, it will cause more physical energy and spend more strength.

Especially when the physical strength is severely exhausted, once you stop, there is almost no possibility of lifting it up.

Sure enough, the bullet box slid from the soldier's hand and smashed heavily into the mud, splashing black mud.

He seemed not giving up, and when he remembered the whistle, he tried to lift it again.

"ah--"

He roared and cheered himself up.

But this time it was even worse, and he fell into mud and water with the person and the box.

"Which class is from? Take it away by yourself, let him wash it clean and rest." Han Zixiu turned his head and asked the squad leader standing beside him.

"It's my soldier." The sixth squad leader stood up, and after saying that, he walked forward, jumped out of the mud, walked to the soldier, and pulled him out of the mud.

"Go and take a shower while resting."

"No, squad leader, I'm OK."

"You can't do it anymore."

"No, I'm really okay..."

The soldier stubbornly refused to leave, struggled to get up, and then went to lift the box.

But he just raised it to his chest and fell into the mud and water.

"Forget it, Xiang Qingjia, you can't stand it!" The sixth squad leader was also angry: "Don't show off!"

Once the training reaches its limit, sometimes it really has to stop.

The physical foundation of people is different. If you support yourself, you will only suffer injuries.

Xiang Qingjia's hand was already shaking. The Sixth Squad Leader grabbed one of his arms and could feel the hand was hard and trembling.

The soldier's physical strength limit has reached. If he has to endure it, it will only be muscle damage, which will be useless.

"I order you! Leave here immediately and go to rest!" The sixth squad leader roared at Xiang Qingjia: "Soldier, obey my order immediately! Don't force me to force you to leave!"

Xiang Qingjia stood there, froze like a wooden man for a moment, suddenly sobbed in depression, lowered his head, lowered his hands, and stumbled towards the shore.

“401…”

“402…”

The whistle is still going on.

Zhuang Yan understood Xiang Qingjia's feelings very well. There were only a hundred left left, but he couldn't stand it anymore. This meant failure and wanted to withdraw from training...

For a top student, this is certainly unacceptable.

If you can eat enough, this kind of problem may not occur.

But among the soldiers here, not one-third of the people who really eat their stomachs.

It seems that this is a very unfair test.

But it is fair to think about it carefully.

Since I woke up early in the morning, I have been simulating the real battlefield environment to conduct tests.

When you fight, no one cares whether you can eat enough or not before fighting. When you encounter an enemy, no one cares whether you have filled your stomach. The reconnaissance mission you are going to perform will not be delayed waiting for you to check because you can't find food in the middle. Maybe the target will swivel chairs, and maybe there will be any sudden intelligence to collect.

What special forces members have to face is this absolutely inhumane environment. If you cannot achieve or do it, you will not be able to become a soldier of the special forces.

"Fourth row, ninth place! Get out of the line! Come to the front!"

Someone else couldn't hold on.

Zhuangyan felt a little dizzy, hunger and excessive physical exhaustion made people feel drunk.

The mud and water blurred their vision, and a lot of dirty mud and water flowed into their mouths, and a strong earthy smell was disgusting.

Zhuangyan could only spit out the dirty things in her mouth as much as possible, but she couldn't free her hands to wipe her eyes.

Now both hands can hardly feel their own. Raising the bullet box is a completely mechanical behavior. When you hear the whistle, your brain will subconsciously give orders to your hands, but you can't feel the existence of your hands. You only feel that the position of both hands is getting hot, as if there is a fire burning your hands, and there is also a pain similar to cramps...

As the number gets closer to 500, more and more soldiers are named and removed.

Every time a call is called, it means that someone has collapsed and can no longer move.

Everyone's movements began to become extremely difficult and slow, as if they were slow-moving in slow motion, and their posture became strange and crooked. They had to use the support from their waists to complete a lifting.

“468…”

“469…”

When it counted to 469, Zhuang Yan couldn't hold back any longer.

"ah--"

When he raised the bullet box again, he couldn't help but yelling heart-wrenchingly.

The roaring makes people feel emotionally vented, and the physical pain is tilted.

"ah--"

"ah--"

The other teammates around him started yelling, holding up, yelling once, whether it was cathartic, venting, or cheering himself up.

It's better to shout it out than to hold it in.

“500—”

Han Zixiu called out the last number.

"stop!"

With this "stop", almost all the soldiers immediately collapsed in the mud and water, panting like a cow that had just finished plowing dozens of acres of land.

Xu Xingguo looked back at Zhuang Yan. Zhuang Yan couldn't help but stand up straight and pretended to be fine.

He didn't look like his old enemy who was so tired that he almost held his breath.

Twelve people have been named and left without completing the 500 consecutive lifting bomb box test.

This means that another twelve people are going to withdraw from this training.

After relaxing, the solemn feeling that the dark sky was spinning, and the stars in the distance seemed to be shaking. After shaking for several times, I found that it was not a star, but a Venus emerging from my sight...

"Now you can go to the river to wash the mud on your body and clean yourself up. We will camp nearby tonight. If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell the sanitary staff that we have a sanitary staff member who has medicine. If you feel something wrong with your hands, you can go to his place to get the bone water immediately, help each other to apply it to relax your hands and feet."
To be continued...