Unlimited lottery system of special forces

Chapter 188 Constantly breaking through the limit
Everyone ran the full course. After all, although there is a gap in everyone's overall strength, the basic things are indeed not much different.

When they returned to the camp, all the trainees were as tired as dead dogs. Panting heavily, they slowly gathered together with vain steps, waiting in line for the next arrangement of the old fox.

The old fox didn't give them half a break, and immediately took them to the comprehensive tactical training ground after running.

After entering, Lin Mu saw that there were barriers made of barbed wire everywhere, and there were some iron circles burning with raging flames.

In fact, these are not much different from what they usually train, but there are corpses everywhere in the venue.

Of course they are all fake!

The corpses were covered in blood, and the remains of limbs and arms were everywhere.

The strong smell of blood and the smell of burnt flesh spread everywhere, as if it was a real battlefield like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​flames.

The first item at the entrance is to crawl forward and cross obstacles, and Lin Mu took the lead to get in.

When he advanced a few meters away, gunshots rang out, and a soldier shot him in the head, and the bullet flew past his head.

Based on his own experience, Lin Mu estimated that the bullet was no more than ten centimeters away from his head.

"Gentlemen, please remember that you must use your fastest speed to cross obstacles, and your movements must be standard and you must not be lazy. Bullets don't have eyes." The old fox stood beside him with a tweeter and shouted loudly.

After Lin Mu advanced ten meters away, the second person, Lin Mu, was put into the obstacle. According to this distance, the trainees kept entering the obstacle.

When crawling forward to a distance of 20 meters, a bullet landed behind Lin Mu, frightened Lin Mu to speed up and crawl forward.

The bullets fell behind Lin Mu one after another, but the shooters were very regular. Basically, as long as Lin Mu could maintain this speed, the bullets would not pose a threat to him, and they all fell behind him.

This kind of familiar scene made Lin Mu, including Geng Jihui and the others, can't help but miss the test that Goutou Lao Gao and the others put on themselves when they first entered Langya.

Shaking his head, Lin Mu no longer recalled these, and continued to crawl forward.

After a while, Lin Mu's physical strength was severely exhausted at this time, panting heavily, he kept forcing himself to crawl forward, and his physical strength was about to reach the limit.

Although Lin Mu's body has been transformed by primary genetic medicine, he only sleeps less than three hours a day, and he has to go forty kilometers of armed cross-country every morning. Every day is so wild that hard-core people can't stand it.

Suddenly, Lin Mu felt relaxed, his body broke through the limit again, and the feeling of fatigue disappeared a lot.

It is very difficult for people like Lin Mu and the others to break through their physical limits. After breaking through again, it will definitely be a big improvement for Lin Mu.

Just after climbing out of the obstacle, Lin Mu heard a scream, and the training ground was suddenly silent, and everyone stopped and looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw a white-skinned team member hugging his thigh and howling miserably. A large amount of blood gushed out from his thigh, but the hand holding the wound didn't have the slightest effect, and the blood kept gushing out.

The blood was still gushing out, but gradually, the force of the gushing became weaker, and the voice of the white team member also became smaller and smaller.

When the medical staff rushed to the white team member, he was silent, and sniffed his breath.

Then he felt his pulse and shook his head at the old fox, "Principal, the main artery in his leg was interrupted, and a large amount of donated blood was lost, confirming his death."

"asshole."

The old fox jumped into a rage, took off his hat and threw it on the ground.

"I told you before that you have to do your best. The person who shoots is calculated according to your speed. As long as you can maintain this speed, you will be fine."

"Who can tell me what's going on here?"

"Mr. Principal, my team members may have been exhausted for a while and stopped for less than a second, but they were hit by bullets."

The white captain wailed and explained like an old fox.

This is a brother who has shared joys and sorrows with him for many years, and everyone has a very good relationship. They never thought that this brother would be lost forever in just a few minutes.

The old fox silently watched the medical staff collect the corpse, and waited for the medical staff to carry the stretcher out of the training ground.

The old fox turned around and shouted: "If it is on the battlefield, will the enemy give you a second of rest? This is a simulated actual combat training. The bullets and bombs are real. If you don't try your best to play your level, you will die." There are casualties."

"But Mr. Principal, we hadn't adjusted to our condition after taking such a long flight. We eat so little every day and still have so much training," the white captain said unwillingly.

The old fox immediately interrupted him. "No need to explain, maybe your country is far away from here, but it's definitely not the farthest."

"What are you doing standing there? Keep training. Don't think that I will lower the standard if something like this happens. If you don't believe me, you can try it. Maybe you will be the next one to die."

"Also, if you feel that you are not good enough, you'd better quit now. I don't want you to come here alive, and when you go back, you will be a cold corpse."

The old fox's words had an effect. In the next second, two white men raised their hands timidly and walked out of the line.

The days passed day by day, and the life here was very simple, no matter in addition to training or training.

Not only did he train during the day, but he was suddenly attacked and dragged to the training ground after falling asleep at any time at night, and the food garbage was terrible.

It can be said that I can't eat enough, and I can't sleep well.

The simulated battlefield environment and the simulated actual combat with real swords and guns are constantly destroying the spiritual will of the trainees every minute and every second.

Not everyone has the physical and psychological capacity to survive, and every day someone has a nervous breakdown and quits.

If these people go back without the correct guidance of a psychiatrist, some kind of syndrome syndrome will accompany them throughout their lives.

For seven days, the boring simulated actual combat training was repeated every day, making everyone's spirits gradually numb.

However, the effect is still obvious. Many people have broken through their own limits time and time again here, and the improvement effect of being able to persist is obvious.

But these people did not include Lin Mu, because his physical fitness is very strong, and it is difficult to break through his physical limit.

So a week has passed, and other national special forces members have broken through their own limits twice or even three times.

Lin Mu trained with them and only broke through his own limit once.

(End of this chapter)