star wars strongest infantry

Chapter 30 NO 4 Enemies
On the fourth lap, more than half of the entire team had fallen behind, and about half of them were still persevering, although their speed was close to turtle speed, while the other half had completely given up, and more than 100 people fainted directly Shock was sent directly to the medical department.

To Turner's surprise, under such circumstances, a small team of nearly 200 people broke out from the big team, and the speed increased instead of falling, and they sprinted towards the last lap.

"So there are still some good people in this army, at least much better than these rookies." Turner murmured silently in his heart, and at the same time he was a little displeased. These guys obviously kept their strength in the previous few laps just like him. , They could have maintained this state until the end of the lap, but they accelerated and stood out on the last lap. The purpose is obvious-to get the attention of the boss.

It's just that it doesn't matter if they speed up, the other people who have almost reached the limit and are gritting their teeth are immediately disrupted by them, and the breath they are holding back is instantly vented. fell out.

Although angry but unable to vent, Turner really wanted to imitate their acceleration, and then leave them behind, let them have a taste of this feeling, but finally gave up, because he was carrying 135 kilograms on his back at this time Even with his 37 points of physique, he still can't bear it. The other, if he speeds up at this time, the rhythm of the people in the large army will be disrupted again, and the harm caused will be greater than That group of guys was even bigger, so he could only continue to move forward at the current speed.

Five laps, 5 kilometers, 95% of the people fell down immediately after crossing the finish line, unable to get up again. Facing so many soldiers who fell to the ground, the medical staff was obviously not enough. Fortunately, Second Lieutenant Marcus With foresight, the battalion of the original garrison was brought in to help earlier, but the scene was still chaotic, and the manpower seemed a bit clumsy, while the small team that arrived earlier stood aside, watching as if watching a good show. In this scene, there was absolutely no sign of coming up to help, and many of them pointed at this side with disdainful mocking smiles.

"We're here!" The three of Turner crossed the finish line behind the main force. Turner dragged the two people who were almost paralyzed to an open space, put them down, and untied the equipment on their backs, but still Carrying their own 45 kilograms is a military rule, and soldiers are not allowed to remove the weight without permission.

Turner asked for two bottles of water from a medical soldier, and regardless of the wind and sand in the sky, he opened them and fed them to drink slowly, then forcibly pulled them up from the ground and explained: "Move slowly, Let the stiff muscles relax, or you won't be able to move for the next few days."

Both of them were exhausted and dehydrated, their brains were completely chaotic, and they obeyed Turner's words. Moreover, the two of them had been carrying no weight and were supported by Turner in the second half, and their physical loss was much less than that of others. With Turner's support, he finally stood up, walking slowly to relax his muscles.

Second Lieutenant Marcus stood quietly with his hands crossed, looking at the chaotic playground. It was not until 15 minutes later that those who were completely exhausted were all carried away, and the remaining soldiers stood up in twos and threes before picking up the loudspeaker. yelled, "Assemble!"

"You are really good!" Second Lieutenant Marcus looked at the two-thirds of the team with a cold and mocking smile on his face and said, "A normal training of an ordinary soldier has been trained by you. Even I admire you for the effect of fighting on the battlefield and parting with life and death."

"A bunch of trash!" With a loud shout, Second Lieutenant Marcus shouted murderously: "Just you trash, if you throw it on the battlefield, you will die halfway before touching the enemy!"

"Sir, I don't agree!" A voice suddenly sounded.

"Who? Come out!" Marcus yelled again, and saw a strong and tall young man who was only a little thinner than him coming out of the crowd, and came to him. When he saw this young man, Marcus' face Suddenly there was a smile of unknown meaning, and he said: "So it's Lin Hu, why are you the only one, there must be other people who are not convinced?"

As he said that, Lieutenant Marcus suddenly turned to the team and called out a series of names, "Lin Yue! Miles! Gongsun Long... come out!"

After a while, more than 100 people came out of the team. At a glance, Turner seemed to be those who had left the team on the last lap during the weight-carrying run.

Second Lieutenant Marcus looked at the group of people in front of him, and said in a strange and gentle tone: "You think that you have all been trained in the military camp, so you are better than them, and you are not the same as them?"

With a sharp turn in his voice, Second Lieutenant Marcus shouted at Lin Hu in a more vicious tone than before: "You are the biggest bastards!"

"Relying on training and excellent physical fitness, you ignore the team and do whatever you want. Do you know how many people you broke out of the team when you suddenly rushed out of the team in the last lap? You are in the same battalion now, and they are your comrades-in-arms. This is how you deal with it. Your comrades in arms? You are fucking murdering! The target of the murder is your comrades in arms!"

"Turner, get out!" Turner was still standing at the end of the line, listening to Second Lieutenant Marcus's fury at those gangsters, he felt a little more fond of the officer in his heart, when he suddenly heard his name, he couldn't help but He was taken aback, looked at Second Lieutenant Marcus, made sure that he was calling him, and hurriedly walked out of the team, and came to Second Lieutenant Marcus, giving another neat military salute.

"Do you think you are the only ones here who have received military training? There is also a veteran who has participated in the war. His personal qualities are no worse than yours. He dragged two people with 135 kilograms of equipment and ran for 5 kilometers without breaking a sweat. If you compare physical strength In terms of speed, he is stronger than you and more eye-catching than you, but he still follows the team to the finish line, why? Because he understands the importance of the team!" Marcus pointed at Turner and shouted at Lin Hu.

Turner was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Second Lieutenant Marcus would pay attention to his every move during training, let alone that he would praise himself like this in front of the whole battalion. This made him feel better about Second Lieutenant Marcus. , but for some reason, I always feel weird in my heart, as if there are some other meanings in these words, but now he still can't figure out what it is.

"Is there something wrong with what I said? Third-class soldier Linhu!" Marcus walked up to Linhu, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Linhu.

"No..." Lin Hu opened and closed his mouth, and finally he could only choke out two words.

"Then go back to the team, and you all go back to me!" Another iconic yell, Lin Hu returned to the team, but turned his head for a moment, and glanced at Turner with hatred. Pass.

"As for you, Turner." Marcus turned and looked at Turner, "Drag two comrades with 135 kilograms of equipment to complete the training. I have to say that you really have some material, but..."

Turner secretly thought it was bad, and heard Lieutenant Marcus shouting: "It's fine if you help your comrades, but who the hell allows you to carry their equipment for them? Carrying weight training, without equipment, you still have to carry the weight of the fart." ? Are you a fucking idiot? Since you want to be brave, I will give you a chance. Now, let me run another 5 kilometers with a load of 135 kilograms!"

"Yes, sir!"

Turner didn't try to explain or refute, picked up two equipment bags and carried them on his back, and ran onto the playground. Behind him, the voice of Second Lieutenant Marcus continued: "Give me a good look at you bunch of trash, what is real? Soldiers, Turner will be your role model in the future, do you understand?"

"Understood!"

The strange and uneasy feeling from before reappeared. Turner peeked at Second Lieutenant Marcus while running. If the previous compliment was normal, then this compliment now seems like superfluous. He doesn't seem to be really praising Special. Na, but more like...

Make an enemy for Turner!
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