Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 818 What Does Hell Look Like?

At the last 100 meters or so, Team 2 suddenly charged behind and came up.

After another defeat in the last round, Team 2 could no longer tolerate their own failure.

074 led his team members to watch the rubber boat catch up to Team 1, gritted his teeth and tried his best to surpass Team 1 while shouting: "Come on, brothers, you can't lose!"

Fatty Wei obviously heard 074's voice, but he no longer has the energy to look at the other party, and he doesn't even have the energy to chat with 074.

Can't lose?
Feelings we can lose? !

"Run to death and pull down! Don't admit defeat if you can't run to death!"

Fatty Wei shook his head and roared angrily.

Now, the two teams with the strongest strength are chasing after each other, and within a distance of more than 100 meters after chasing, they lift a rubber boat weighing more than 100 kilograms and run away. I feel so cool in my heart.

Finally, the two teams reached the finish line almost at the same time.

Team 1 temporarily ranks first with a slight advantage of half a boat.

However, this advantage is simply negligible.

Because there is no time to rest.

There is a pile of ammunition boxes next to the red flag at the finish line.

Now, each team member has to carry a 30-jin ammunition box just after putting down the boat, and run 300 meters to the designated place before proceeding to the next set of subjects.

It's also a team mode, it doesn't matter how fast the rest of the players run when the last one arrives at the card point.

Because the two teams arrived almost at the same time, the two teams also ran to the front of the ammunition box to get the box almost together.

Fatty Wei and 074 arrived at the same time, and they put their hands on the same ammunition box.

Then, they looked at each other subconsciously.

At this glance, both of them saw the exhaustion and tension on each other's faces.

Fatty Wei took the initiative to let go and reached for another box.

It's rare for the two of them to have no verbal fights.

After all, they are all smart people, only a fool would use their mouths to line up at such a time.

Instead of this, it is better to see the highs and lows directly in the next 300 meters.

Everyone can hear their own breathing like a cow wheezing. The combat boots are greasy and full of water, the pants are wet, and the top is also wet. The difference is that the pants are sea water, and the top is sweat.

Everyone was pressured by the ammunition boxes and equipment on their bodies and could only run in small steps. After all, people are not supermen, nor are they made of iron. After a one-kilometer beach raid, a 600-meter boat run, and a non-stop 300-meter race Carrying the ammunition box, the huge physical exertion cannot be described in words.

It is not easy to persevere, and being able to run to the first echelon is a quality that is one in a million.

300 meters end.

The fun has just begun.

A Jiaolong instructor was already waiting at the finish line. After watching everyone reach the finish line, he yelled at everyone, "Don't stop! Put on the tires and go 300 meters ahead!"

This was followed by a 300-meter tire-carrying run.

That's right, come on.

Fatty Wei actually wanted to cry for a moment.

This Nima's...

Really practiced to death.

How to say how to enter the special forces requires an extremely strict medical examination?

The truth is here.

As long as there is a little flaw in the body, a certain blood vessel is a little unhealthy, and participating in this kind of high-pressure training can directly lead to sudden death on the spot.

When they reached the tire point and put down the ammunition box, everyone looked like dead people.

However, Team 1 is still ahead of Team 2.

Fatty Wei was the first one to reach the finish line. He didn't put on the tire in a hurry, but waited for the last Shi Wen to pass the finish line, and then put a tire on him.

"Brother! Hold on!"

Shi Wen's eyes were a little blurred at this time.

After being slapped so hard by Fatty Wei, the scattered eyes finally gathered a little.

"Um……"

He nodded.

Holding the tires on his body, he began to stagger forward.

Fatty Wei was the last to put on the tires, and before setting off, he howled: "Today is my birthday. I crossed the finish line for the first time more than 20 years ago. Today is the same!"

This sentence yelled a little inexplicably, which shocked the Jiaolong instructor at the side.

Fatty Wei didn't care what he thought, and ran out.

Not far away, Hou Jun asked Li Zheng suspiciously: "Today is Fatty Wei's birthday?"

Li Zheng shook his head: "Nonsense, his birthday is in December, and there is still some time left."

Hou Jun laughed and said, "This kid, is he crazy?"

Fatty Wei is not crazy.

When people are at their most exhausted and most collapsed, no matter what method you take, you can just find a reason to yell to vent, pretending to be a birthday or pretending to be anything else, as long as you yell out, the fatigue on your body seems to be able to Reduced a lot.

No one can take this non-stop hellish physical torture with equanimity.

Even Li Zheng and Hou Jun had a toothache watching it.

If it was him, he would probably not be much different from Fatty Wei.

300 meters of tire handling is completed.

Is it over?

not yet.

There are still a few Jiaolong veterans standing at the finish line, some of them are responsible for registering the results, but there is always one with a loud voice.

Loud publicity is the thing that every old special who participated in the training camp hates the most, not one of them.

"Not bad! Good grades!"

The first is to boast.

It's all customary.

The best is yet to come.

Sure enough, the old soldier got down to business after boasting.

"Don't stop, put down the tires, grab the oxygen tank, and go through the barbed wire in front..."

He read the rules.

The team members who arrived at the point had no time to listen to what he had to say.

These subjects have been practiced before, but they are not mixed together like today.

Today is a messy stew, but all the subjects that the instructors and captains feel are good for torturing people are stacked together, put them in one pot, and suddenly make a complete and nourishing soup, you are guaranteed to be satisfied.

Fatty Wei is now yelling a few times every time he reaches the finish line. Sometimes he shouts to cheer up, sometimes he shouts to go back and invite everyone to drink Coke, and sometimes he says that his birthday is the busiest today.

Anyway, it's all kinds of demons.

The instructor didn't care about him either.

He didn't break any rules.

There is nothing in the rules that says you can't yell.

Putting down the tires, Fatty Wei waited until Shi Wen arrived.

Shi Wen has become the oil bottle of the 1st team.

This is a fact.

But no one disliked it.

Comrades are like this, since they all eat in the same pot, they can't care about who is stronger and who is weaker.

Helping each other in the same boat is the trick to tide over difficulties together.

Fatty Wei moved an oxygen cylinder, then rushed to the front of the barbed wire and quickly lay down, and began to play and drill forward.

The barbed wire was covered with barbs, and some animals got into the water from no one knew where they were hanging from it.

What a mess.

Pig's chicken's duck's...

Anyway, all kinds of sewage and viscera, which already smelled of corruption and could be smelled from a distance, were hung on the barbed wire.

The ground below was deliberately dug and splashed with sea water.

Jiaolong's instructors have created the worst and most disgusting environment possible.

Fatty Wei got into the barbed wire, and a strong rancid smell penetrated into his nostrils. The acid in his stomach just rolled over, trying to spit it out of his throat.

After climbing less than ten meters, a preset explosive point next to the barbed wire exploded.

I don't know which wicked instructor piled some carrion on the bombing site.

The carrion that was blown into the air fell on Fatty Wei's body, and a piece hit his face directly and almost got stuck in his mouth.

Fatty Wei reached out to tear off the piece of rotten meat, and found that it was a piece of intestines, and he didn't know what kind of animal it was. It had already exploded, and there was faint green juice inside...

He couldn't take it any longer.

This nima is so disgusting.

"vomit--"

After holding on for so long without collapsing, Fatty Wei finally vomited.

　Ask for a monthly pass!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)