Autumn is here, and the weather in the south is still as hot as a stove.

At noon, Zhuangyan was conducting a training called "finger strength" on the playground.

Han Zixiu moved a small stool and sat under the shade of the tree on the side of the field, like a landlord sitting by the field watching the tenants working, his eyes swept over every soldier present.

"Beep—"

Luo Ping'an walked back and forth in front of the team, walking a few steps, and the whistle in his mouth sounded rhythmically.

Every time he blew a whistle, Zhuangyan would lift two 20 kilogram cement blocks inserted into his hands flat onto his chest.

This cement block made Zhuang Yan sound the bowling balls he had played in the Haibin Bowling Alley when he was at home.

There are two types of cement blocks, one has a bulge as big as a fist, which can be grasped by the hand; the other has five holes on it, which can just put down five fingers.

Obviously, this thing was definitely made by the "Red Arrow" brigade.

Every time the whistle sounds, Zhuangyan must raise the two bulky things in his hand flat, and the arms cannot be bent at all to be considered as meeting the standard.

"Try harder! Zhang Guoyi, are your arms out of the way? Do you want me to help?"

Yan Guanjun, the squad leader of Class B, was traveling around the team, checking everyone's movements.

Zhang Yi's face turned white, sweat dripping down her cheeks like a stream, and her camouflage uniform had already been soaked.

When it comes to this kind of training, Zhang Guoyi is the weakest among Zhuang Yan and others.

After all, I was a serious infantry before, so I have trained such a trick-like training?

I have raised it a hundred times just now. Not to mention that my fingers have cramped, even the skin on my fingers has been worn out, and the wound is stinging. Every time I raise it, it is a torture.

"Squad leader...I can't move..."

Zhang Guoyi was the first to let go of her hand, held her palm, and squatted on the ground.

Yan Guanjun walked up and stood beside Zhang Guoyi.

"Rise up!"

"Squad leader, it's really not possible..." Zhang Guoyi spread her hands and reached in front of Yan Guanjun.

Zhuang Yan, who was standing in front of Zhang Guoyi, quietly turned around and his eyes fell on his hands.

Several of the fingers were already red, blood oozing out of the worn skin, and the edges of the finger holes of the two cement blocks on the ground were dried brown blood.

The solemn hands were also very tired, but fortunately they did not wear out the skin.

Now, he is glad that he has been following Yang Songlin for a full year to make sandbags.

This makes the skin on Zhuang Yan's hands thick enough to at least suffer less in this kind of training.

Han Zixiu stood up from the stool, walked to Zhang Guoyi, looked at his hands, and said to Yan Guanjun: "Take him to the sanitary staff to clean the wound and bandage it."

Zhang Guoyi can go to the health team, but she is so solemn and envious. This is simply a blessing in disguise.

"There are everyone else! Stop looking!" As soon as Zhang Guoyi left, Luo Ping'an said loudly: "Do you envy Zhang Guoyi?"

No one dared to say anything.

Zhuang Yan said in his heart, why do those who are squad leaders always ask some nonsense that others dare not answer?

Thinking about when I was a squad leader, I seemed to say such stupid words that no one would answer.

The position of this squad leader is really unbearable. As soon as he becomes the squad leader, his head becomes a little funny.

"Don't think that this boring training is useless. Let me tell you that each veteran here has had at least ten layers of skin on his hands!"

He raised his hand and spread it to everyone.

Zhuangyan saw that Luo Ping'an's finger skin was indeed very thick, like wearing a layer of gloves, and the fingerprints on it looked a little blurry.

"As a special forces soldier, climbing is a skill that must be mastered. Just like hanging sandbags on your feet to do a horizontal bar practice, this kind of snatching training is conducive to improving the strength of your fingers. Practicing your hands well will be very useful whether you learn to climb or capture prisoners in the future."

He raised his right hand and made a squeezing action in the air.

"If you touch the whistle, you have to be sure that you can crush the other party's Adam's apple with one hand under certain specific circumstances, so that he can't make any noise!"

When Luo Ping'an said this, the eyes suddenly became sharp, like two sharp blades with cold light, which instantly released a surge of murderous aura!

Zhuang Yan immediately had goose bumps.

Although I have been an infantryman since then, I have shot a lot of guns, but I have never thought of killing the enemy with my bare hands.

When I came here, I learned the killing skills of Hongguoguo!

It's completely different from field infantry.

When he thought that he might have the opportunity to crush an enemy's Adam's apple with his hands and send him to see the King of Hell, his solemn heart couldn't help but pound a few times.

The "Red Arrow" brigade trained not only special forces, but also an excellent killing machine!

"Do you know why you are going to be covered with bricks and floors? Because in the next step, you have to learn to fight. There is an old saying that you should learn to fight. To learn to fight, you must first learn to be beaten. When you go to the battlefield, you must first learn to kill the enemy. First, you must learn how not to be killed by others! Just as I said just now, if you want to crush other people's Adam's apple, you must also be careful of others crushing your Adam's apple! How to prevent it? The stupidest and most stupidest method is to practice your body first. If you practice it, you will not be invulnerable to swords and guns. At least ordinary people will fall down with dozens of punches and you can still fight! Only by living can you have the chance to fight back!"

"Report to the squad leader..."

Zhuang Yan couldn't help but raise his hand.

Luo Ping'an raised his chin and said, "Soul, you are allowed to speak."

Zhuang Yan said: "In the past month, we have either run off-road like crazy people or practice these basic things. Isn't our 'hunter' team a sniper team? When will we practice sniper rifles?"

Before Luo Ping'an could answer, Han Zixiu walked over first.

"Do you want to practice sniper rifle?"

Zhuang Yan licked her lips and said loudly: "I think! I'm here just to learn how to be an excellent sniper with Captain Han!"

Han Zixu curled his lips and suddenly turned his head to Luo Ping'an and said, "Leave him to me first."

Luo Ping'an nodded.

Han Zixiu said, "Let's go, come with me."

After saying that, he walked towards the third camp.

Zhuangyan stood there and did not dare to move.

Because he didn't know if he was in trouble.

But it seems that it sounds right if he wants to learn sniping. When Han Zixuan first recruited himself, he said that he wanted to form a professional sniper team.

So, is it wrong again?

"Come on!" Han Zixiu walked out seven or eight meters, and turned around and found that Zhuangyan didn't follow, "Are you afraid I'll eat you?"

Luo Ping'an looked at Zhuangyan with a smile, and raised his chin again with a expression of "Why are you doing that?": "Go! Team Han doesn't like to eat people, don't worry, you can't die!"

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Chapter completed!