At the critical moment, perhaps it was the physical instinctive reaction, Lin Qiang suddenly reached out and pressed the head next to him, just to avoid the bullet br        />

Seeing the bullet slamming into the wooden stake next to him, Lin Qiang was a little glad that everything was a false alarm. It seemed that the old ghost had not yet reached the point of being crazy, and what he released was empty shells.

Qi Nan raised his head, still confused, not realizing what was going on. If it weren't for the environmental restrictions, Lin Qiang would have wanted to beat him, "Hey, didn't I say, can you not raise your head so high? Think you are a giraffe."

There were several consecutive sounds of bang! bang! bang! bang! The shells fell near and far away, sand and dust flew around, some rushed into their eyes, some got into their clothes, the noise was too loud, and they were wearing helmets and guns. Qi Nan looked sad and raised his throat: "What did you say! I can't hear it!"

OK, he was completely convinced. Lin Qiang glanced at Qi Nan helplessly and decided to give up the idea that he was about to convey the sentence clearly.

Looking at the two people who suddenly stopped, the sentry held the horn and shouted: "Rookies, hurry up, hurry up! Now it's on the battlefield, don't pull and pull, do you think you're playing house? I'll get out of the game if I'm shot by a bullet!"

Lin Qiang knew in his heart that the old whistle cursed a group of people on the surface, but in fact he was deliberately saying that it was for them to listen to. He also reminded Qi Nan to re-load the gun in his hand, and he accelerated to keep up with the progress ahead. Due to the squeeze, the clothes and ground made a rustling sound. Fortunately, the quality of the combat uniforms was good, otherwise, according to the training intensity, they would have to change a new one in two or three days.

Qi Nan really didn't hear what Lin Qiang said, but he could hear the old whistle clearly. But for a moment, he suddenly understood Lin Qiang's actions just now. Without hesitation, Qi Nan lowered his head and accelerated his speed...

It's the mud pit on the first day again.

There was no high-pressure water gun or the old ghost's scolding. All the rookies scattered and in groups, they were no longer a group, they were fighting each other.

Ha! With the angrily shouting, a sweeping leg kicked the trainee to the mud. Before he could wipe off the mud on his face, the next round of counterattack began again, and the uppercut kicked in the air... All the tricks that could be used were used, and in the end everyone's body was covered with yellow mud, with no clean area.

The shooting range that was once very familiar.

According to the lottery, it is divided into several groups, the competition between hostages and terrorists, the competition between rookies and old A. The simple protection barrier, the unfair competition.

"On the 13th, are you an undercover terrorist? You are so conspicuous and afraid that others won't see you, right? Eliminate!"

"No. 7, are anti-explosion bunkers vegetarians? Why are you standing outside for a long time?"

...

There are fewer and fewer people left, and the beds in the wooden house have been empty for several times, and the people who left due to physical exhaustion have gradually disappeared.

The selection has not ended, and the training continues.

Lin Qiang felt that Lao A might be planning to turn on the frog boiling mode in warm water. Perhaps it was because he didn't give him a little for dozens of hours as before. Now the physical pressure is not as strong as the first stage. From time to time, he would come to a load-bearing ten kilometers in the middle of the night, and travel through 30 meters of barbed wire and go up and down the hook ladder hundreds of times... After practicing for a long time, these things have become numb.

The most tormenting thing was that Alexander asked them to hold two bricks of ak47 in the shooting range. The sun was fierce in the sky and the ak47 in his hands was heavy. Every time, the rookies felt like they were going to lose a layer of skin after two or three hours.

At five o'clock in the morning, Lin Qiang, who had a biological clock, opened his eyes, but did not wait for the sentry's daily whistle. Could it be that the person was replaced today? He stood up and thought about the reason why the sentry did not come.

At the door of the wooden house, Alexander pushed the person next to him: "Ghost, you seem to be not normal recently. Usually, you should throw a tear gas bomb in and wake them up. Why haven't you moved for a long time today?"

"I usually sing a bad face, and I will give you this opportunity today."

Alexander shook his head and stopped caring about the ghosts with intermittent complications next to him. He prepared to move his fingers and threw the tear gas in.

"Oh, Alexander, have you felt it lately?"

Uh, he was interrupted again, and Alexander was a little crazy: "What do you think? You finished saying one sentence. I still have some serious business."

"Nothing, I'm trying to ask, how are those rookies treating you recently? Is there anything particularly strange happening?"

The ghost felt that Lin Qiang's performance was not normal recently. That night, he happened to meet Lin Qiang to watch the night. As a rookie who ran for the election, he looked panicked when he saw the instructor. He didn't say hello, and turned around and left.

Moreover, since then, Lin Qiang looks like he has a unique meaning every time he sees him. He has been thinking about it for a long time these days but hasn't figured out why. From the first day to now, he has been doing business. How could he get into such a thing? There must be misunderstandings in the middle, so he is going to start with the people around him and find a reference to compare.

What a strange thing? Alexander thought carefully. He changed the heavy brick when he held the gun and drove the motorcycle to let the rookies run faster when carrying heavy loads on the cross-country road. He watched coldly when fighting. He did everything except the rookies, except for the pickled rookies, and he did it. What other attitudes can those rookies have? I guess they were discussing privately how to beat him up.

Thinking of this, he shook his head at the ghost.

Well, I should have known the result long ago. If Alexander could propose something constructive that day, he could consider buying a lottery ticket.

While Alexander was still moving his hands, the ghost picked up the smoke bomb and threw it into the wooden house.

Gulu Gulu, Lin Qiang, who was dressed in equipment, heard a strange sound coming from the ground. He looked down and saw that it was tear gas. It seemed that Lao A had changed his style today. He quickly woke up Qi Nan, who was closest to him but was still sleeping.

"Qinnan, hurry up, get up!" He patted his shoulder, but Qi Nan did not react at all. It seemed that he had to use the original trick again. Lin Qiang coughed his throat: "The English teacher is here! You haven't handed in your homework yet."

Qi Nan, who was sleeping, suddenly shook. Seeing this situation, Lin Qiang smiled. As expected, the shadows left by three years were more effective.

When Qi Nan was caught in class, he was arrested a lot. No one could avoid the eyes of the devil English teacher. Even through the thick stack of books, he could catch one by one. At that time, he set rules: three classes at a time and three classes at a time. He remembered that Qi Nan seemed to have too many times, and the English teacher set up a special station for him in the back.

Bang bang bang bang, gunshots sounded outside the door, everyone woke up, and they were all in a hurry to wear and fold them.

After saying, "Qinnan, hurry up, I'll go out first", Lin Qiang rushed out with the things.
Chapter completed!