The strongest contractor

Chapter 22 Can't Stop Hanging! !
"Is this big old black out of his mind? Other recruit companies only need to run lightly for 5 kilometers. Why do we have to pack a big bag of rocks and come here to rush up the mountain like an idiot?"

Wang Yanbing stuffed a big stone weighing three to four catties into Li Erniu's rucksack, and complained unconvinced.

"I reckon, he thinks that we can run faster on the battlefield with heavier training clothes now, so that we won't die in vain on the battlefield like you." He Chenguang smiled on his face. He used to be very hurtful.

"As far as you know, as long as you are capable, why don't you go to heaven?" Wang Yanbing rolled his eyes, very dissatisfied.

"I just know, I can. As for God, when I become a special soldier, I will be able to go up there, the kind that drives a big plane."

"Oh, you're still a special soldier, you'll die if you don't brag..."

"Okay, okay, you two don't argue."

Xing Xiaolong interrupted the argument between the two of them, and stuffing stones into He Chenguang's backpack, he said confidently: "If the recruit company selects people to go to the special forces, and there is only one place, you two must be useless. The quota will only belong to me, Xing Xiaolong."

"cut!"

Wang Yanbing and He Chenguang, who thought that Xing Xiaolong was going to say something great, both rolled their eyes and pointed at the sky with a tacit understanding.

despise!

Despise the shameless guy!

The four of them were specially assigned to the same class by Gong Jian, and this kind of bickering before formal training had become the norm among the three of them.

And Li Erniu, who is "in arrears", can only smile wryly at this time.

The three of Xing Xiaolong had no pressure at all in training, and every subject became a stage for competition, but he and Li Erniu couldn't do it.

Whenever he comes to physical training, his face will turn pale with fright, and he will be dizzy from exhaustion after training, and he can't tell the difference between east, west and north. Compared with the three big brothers Xing Xiaolong, he is not on the same channel at all. .

"What are you dawdling about? What are you chattering about? Come on, I'm full."

Lao Hei paid the most attention to Xing Xiaolong, He Chenguang and Wang Yanbing. Seeing that the three of them hadn't started training yet, they were arguing again, so he had to interrupt as a warning.

Then he picked up the electronic loudspeaker and shouted: "Fill my rucksack full, don't give me too much money, and don't play tricks to make up for it, if I find out, there will be no good fruit to eat.

When you are training, the more and heavier things you put in your backpack, the faster you will be able to run in the future. If you pack less things, you will be unable to run on the battlefield. If the gun does not have eyes, it will kill people.

Running fast enough and charging hard enough on the battlefield is the first rule of infantry survival. "

After listening to Lao Hei's so-called first rule of survival, He Chenguang smiled triumphantly, and showed off to Wang Yanbing: "Did you hear me, I'm right, hehe."

"Tch, look at your virtue..."

"gather!"

Just as Wang Yanbing was about to refute, he was interrupted by Lao Hei's assembly command, so he could only raise his right index finger, making a gesture of "I am the number one", and challenged He Chenguang.

He Chenguang didn't give in in the slightest, and responded with a little thumb up——

You kid can't do it, you're just a younger brother!
Then he raised his chin at Xing Xiaolong, and challenged him face to face, to get back what he lost in the 400-meter obstacle last time, from this training.

"Eat ashes on my ass."

Xing Xiaolong responded silently with his mouth, patted his ass very vividly, tightened his heavy rucksack, and confidently walked into the team to gather.

There are usually three types of troop running: unarmed without anything, lightly armed with only firearms and tactical supplies, and fully armed with all combat supplies.

The items that a single soldier is fully equipped with usually include: tactical vest, four rifle magazines, Type 95 rifle, four wooden handle grenades, military water bottle, bulletproof helmet, satchel with daily necessities, quilts and cushions and other rest and garrison supplies Rucksack, spare shoes, clothes, raincoat, washbasin, towel, etc.

All of these sets add up and generally weigh 25 to 30 kilograms.

Now that Xing Xiaolong and the others are training for the mountain sprint, the discreet space inside the rucksack has been filled with high-density stones, and the load is at least more than 40 kilograms.

Although this group of recruits has improved their physical strength to a certain extent after more than a month of training, the weight of 80 catties is obviously still a bit too heavy.

Overwhelmed!

Some of the recruits standing in the assembly line were staggered, and some were bowed.

Even the three musketeers in the first echelon of recruits—Xing Xiaolong, He Chenguang, and Wang Yanbing—felt their legs were filled with lead, their shoulders were pressed against a mountain, and their breathing became extremely heavy.

As for Li Erniu, who was the weakest in physical fitness, he had no time to think about anything else.

All that was left was to stand with that mouth open and breathe wildly, breathing in a large amount of fresh air to relieve the body that had become more and more stiff.

In his current state, it would be nice to be able to climb up the mountain, let alone run.

"Target, that hill."

Old Hei didn't care whether the recruits could run or not, he waved his hand and pointed to the top of the mountain hundreds of meters away, and shouted coldly: "If you pass the rounds within 10 minutes, if you fail, then run until you pass, and set off." !"

The recruits didn't want to be unqualified. They sprinted back and forth on this mountain for a day, and finally died of exhaustion.

No matter how you can't run, you can only bury your head and work hard.

"what--"

With the roar of all the recruits, more than 100 recruits rushed to the top of the mountain hundreds of meters away with all their strength.

The first echelon rushing to the forefront, without exception, were still staring at each other, He Chenguang and Xing Xiaolong who competed with each other while running.

Wang Yanbing's face turned red from holding back, and he followed closely behind the two of them, biting tightly.

The second echelon is a large group of recruits. The progress of these people cannot be described as running. They are actually walking, and it is very strenuous. Sometimes they need to use both hands to pick up the vegetation on the ground.

Because the sprint was too strenuous and painful, it quickly became a long dragon of tens of meters.

In the last third echelon, Li Erniu is still the last one at the bottom of the crane all the year round. On this steep hillside, he almost uses his hands and feet all the time.

Climbing up is embarrassing and slow,
But without climbing, it would be very difficult for Li Erniu to advance even one meter.

After all, this is something with 80 kilograms hanging on it. The average person can walk on flat ground and have good physical fitness, let alone run.

Not to mention that there are still more than 30-degree slopes, running all the way to the top of the mountain.

Xing Xiaolong, He Chenguang and Wang Yanbing had the best physical fitness, and they competed with each other all the way, so they ran to the mountainside holding their breath.

You can only run here!
Everyone knows how tiring mountain climbing is. The closer you are to the top of the mountain, the more painful it is. It is really commendable for the three of them to be able to run to the mountainside.

Lao Hei, who was in charge of military training, and Gong Jian, who was promoting training on the mountainside, were already very satisfied.

However, the three of Xing Xiaolong, who were already getting stronger, did not intend to "shake hands and make peace" on this point. On the contrary, there were obvious signs of superiority, and they continued to fight to the death.

The recruit training subjects adopt a single calculation score, and finally conduct a unified score and send it to different troops.

Like colleges, there are good and bad ones.

A good company has enough funds, good weapons, and enough resources to build elite troops, while a poor company can only envy, and by the way, say that those sons of bitches are really nourishing.

Xing Xiaolong and the three of them are ambitious and want to be assigned to better troops after the recruit training is over.

At the same time, I also have a sigh of relief, and I don't want to be worse than the other party.

But it's useless to have ideas and perseverance, the fundamental thing is whether the body's capital is enough, the system is not as good as others, and it's useless to work hard.

He Chenguang was trained by his grandfather since he was a child, and his body muscles have been trained scientifically.

Especially in this kind of extreme challenge training, He Chenguang's perfect physique plays a vital role in the link that needs to fight for potential and perseverance.

In the remaining half of the mountain road, no matter how hard Xing Xiaolong and Wang Yanbing tried, they could only watch helplessly as Chen Guang rode to the top of the mountain and won the "victory" of this training.

"Tmd, this bastard...how can this bastard...how can he run like this? I'm almost fucking exhausted."

Wang Yanbing, whose lungs were burning, was out of breath and couldn't speak easily. He wanted to bite He Chenguang, but he had the heart but not the strength.

I was so depressed that I almost vomited blood.

Fortunately, Xing Xiaolong, who had always been at the top, seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, Wang Yanbing felt a little better in his heart, and laughed habitually: "Xing Xiaolong, what's the matter, can't you run anymore?
I remember... I remember you but... you have never lost. I thought you were invincible. It turns out that you will lose too, haha. "

"You...you really think I will lose?" Xing Xiaolong panted heavily and wiped his sweat.

"As you are now, your physical strength is seriously exhausted. You are no better than me, and you will definitely lose." Wang Yanbing said very positively.

"Oh, really?"

Xing Xiaolong, who was already planning to hang out, didn't expect to be able to make a fortune along the way, and was immediately happy: "In that case, are you interested in making a bet with me?"

"Okay, tell me, what are you betting on?"

There is no hope of getting land for training this time, and Wang Yanbing finally came to relax.

"If I am the first to reach the top of the mountain, you must obediently call me Brother Long from now on, and you will do whatever I tell you to do. If He Chenguang is the first to reach the top of the mountain, I will call you Bing from now on. Brother, I will obediently be your little brother."

"Yo, it's a bit big to play."

Wang Yanbing's small eyes rolled around, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

"What? Don't you dare? Are you scared?" Xing Xiaolong deliberately provoked.

Wang Yanbing raised his head and looked forward, seeing that He Chenguang had pulled the two of them 40 meters apart, and was less than 200 meters away from the top of the mountain. He felt that the gamble was a win, and he no longer had any worries.

"I don't dare? Who am I, Wang Yanbing, afraid of? All right, I'll take this bet and do as you say."

"Okay, if you are brave, I like you like this, just wait and call me Brother Long, haha."

Wang Yanbing accepted the gamble, Xing Xiaolong was already smiling, rubbed his left thumb on the gold ring, and opened the CF mall interface again.

(End of this chapter)