The sky gradually became brighter, and the outline of the mountain could be seen in the hazy distance.

From "Unity is Your Mother" to "The August 1st Military Flag Flying", and from "The August 1st Military Flag Flying" to "When I Miss Home". I don't know how many songs I sang, but my voice felt a little hoarse.

Suddenly, all the instructors' watches were whirling.

Zhuang Yan was ecstatic in his heart.

it's over?

Is it over?

Recommended in terms of time, it seems to be almost the same.

He quickly looked down at the watch in his hand, but the time showed that there was still half an hour.

The ominous premonition was like a big black bird passing through the sky, and the solemn feeling was about to make trouble again.

Almost at the same time, the instructors stood up, picked up the yellow plastic bucket from beside them, and walked into the river with great strides.

Instructor No. 2 walked to Zhuang Yan's side, bent down and scooped up a bucket of water from the river, and splashed directly on Zhuang Yan's face like flushing the toilet.

Wow

Even though Zhuang Yan had already closed his eyes, the intense water still drilled into his nostrils.

Before he could squirt out the water.

Wow

Another bucket.

The solemn head was originally above the water surface, and it was still steaming. When the water rushed to the front and face, it suddenly trembled all over and started a cold war.

"Are you happy?" asked the instructor No. 2.

"It's great..." Zhuang Yan felt that the muscles on her face had become numb, and she held her strength to roar: "It's so... so good!"

To be honest, if possible, Zhuang Yan really wants to get up and have a good fight with Instructor No. 2.

This feeling is very strange.

It's not that I hate the instructor.

As a Laote who has withstood countless inhuman tests, of course he understands that this kind of training has no humanity.

But I was holding my breath in my body.

This anger was solemn and panicked, and it was so suffocating that it was going crazy.

It seems like I want to find a place to vent it.

If you want to find someone to fight, even if you lose, it will be better than lying in the water for four hours now.

Be rational and lie in high speed. Never do this, because the consequences are serious.

Therefore, you can only vent your emotions through your voice.

"Is it fun!"

"It's cool! It's even more fun than drafting the uncle!"

"Is it fun!"

"It feels so good! I love this feeling!"

Not only was it solemn, but all the team members jumped into the river were using the biggest decibels to vent their fatigue and coldness for a whole night, as well as their emotions.

"Since you're happy, let's make you happy enough!"

The old white-haired finally stood up.

"I have to admit that you are very good special forces. But for me, my duty is to eliminate a large part of you with the most cruel means."

His eyes swept from the front to the back.

"Are you hungry?"

The team members did not answer immediately.

A few seconds of hesitation.

The reason is that many people are worried that if they say they are hungry, the old white-haired will use the cliché of "eat when they eat, and when they exit, they can eat when they are full" to lure them to give up and continue their training.

That's such a boring thing.

Those who can survive this night can faint in the wild training ground, but will never raise their hands to voluntarily withdraw.

"After the command, stand up!"

Finally I heard the word "standing up".

Get up solemnly and staggered.

Too tired...

It's too cold...

His whole body was shaking.

Someone suddenly thrust his body, and fell into the river again.

Another rush.

Solemn glanced at it simply,

I have fainted several times until now last night.

Zhuang Yan's mind is now a little confused, and his thinking and reaction are in a very shield-holding state. He even spent energy to calculate how many people fell to the ground and fainted.

Standing on the shore, solemn as if a chicken fell from the brim of the Benny hat, from the cuffs of the sleeves, from the legs of the trousers...

From every place, it drips down and drips into the soil.

"This time, I want to select the best, best, and top special forces. I must be worthy of this opportunity to go abroad and ensure that even if I receive more cruel training abroad, you can hold on and don't raise your hand to drop out of school if I suffer a little later. Tell me, are you the best!"

"yes!"

“Who is the best!?”

“I’m the best!”

"Who is the best!"

"I'm the most awesome!"

"Okay! Since we all think we are awesome, then we don't stop, let's continue!" Old Baimao waved his hand, and several instructors came up with bags and sent each of them a sewing box, a small scissors, a roll of needle and thread, and a foam board.

"There are 20 sewing needles in the needle and thread box. You can put the thread as fast as you can. After putting it on, insert it on the foam board."

The old white-haired said this and stopped.

The corner of his mouth showed a weird smile that made people want to kick him up.

Once he smiled like this, Zhuangyan knew that nothing was good.

Sure enough, Lao Baimao said: "Don't be too happy too early. This is just a small test to test your body stability after cold resistance. Because studies have shown that soldiers will be confused when they are under low body temperature. I want to see if you, those of you who say they are the best, are really the best! After dressing up."

He pointed his hand and pointed to the hillside not far away.

"There are several Warriors under the hillside. Whoever you have finished the needle and thread first can go there. Push the Warriors onto the hillside a hundred meters can get food, meat buns, milk, eggs, fried meat pie, but only 80 servings, first come, first served."

No one said anything.

There was silence in the team.

Food is the biggest temptation at present.

Food can consume calories, which is too important for every team member.

No one knows what kind of tests there will be in the next four days.

If you can't get one of the 80 portions of food, the consequences can be imagined.

Lao Baimao wants to eliminate everyone directly to 80.

Ruthless enough!

"start!"

With the order from Lao Baimao, everyone sat down on the spot and began to thread needles and threads.

The matter of threading needles and threads has been done before.

As a stability training for snipers, Han Yanwang also likes to intersperse this kind of small game between training intervals to test the members of the "Hunter" team.

However, this was the first time Zhuangyan had not eaten for a day and a night, and had endured a forcibly marching for 80 kilometers. After completing infiltration reconnaissance, he had been in the water for four hours of resistance to cold and fatigue. He had only slept for twenty minutes in thirty hours.

Zhuang Yan felt that the needle had a little ghost...

Three times in a row, Zhuangyan failed to pass through the first needle.

He felt he had to calm himself down.

You can't be anxious, the more urgent you are, the easier it is to make mistakes.
To be continued...