Special Forces: I, Crazy Training, Can Be Invincible

Work for a while.

Yehuo and everyone pushed the car and came to an uphill road.

Looking at the steep slope in front of them, Chen Xiwa and the others spat two mouthfuls into their hands.

"Come on!"

"Go ahead and push him up!"

"Come on, go ahead!"

Under the encouragement of everyone, the two teams of Yehuo put all their strength into it.

Push the car up hard.

After some hard work, the car finally crossed the slope, but they didn't have time to be happy.

Chen Guotao licked his dry lips, turned his head and asked dumbly: "I remember, this road, I want to have two uphills, right? One small and one big!"

Hearing this, everyone in Yehuo was stunned.

I ran so many times.

How could they forget about this.

Sure enough, not long after walking forward, a large slope with a length of 800 meters and a 45-degree angle appeared in front of everyone!

"This, can this be pushed up?"

Chen Xiwa looked at the big slope in front of them that they had stepped on many times, and asked tremblingly.

Lao Pao looked at the big guy in front of him, swallowed and said, "I can get in anyway, but I can't get in the car, it's hard to say..."

"Why did the speed slow down?"

At this moment, Lu Fan suddenly stretched out his hand and slammed the door hard: "Do you want me to add another ten kilometers to you?"

Everyone in Yehuo was so frightened that they quickly supported the car and pushed it hard towards the big slope.

Great slope close to 45 degrees.

A 1.6 ton big jeep.

Under the influence of the earth's gravity, almost all of the body weight was added to the night tiger crowd.

Pushing a cart here is several times more difficult than on level ground.

Xiao Zhuang blushed, and his feet started to slip.

Even with all his strength, the car only moved up three or four meters.

Beads of sweat the size of beans fell from the faces of everyone in Yehuo and dripped into a line.

"At this speed, the sun will set when we go back!"

Lu Fan stuck his head out of the car window, looked at the people behind him, and said coldly, "The big meal in the morning is not so delicious. Give me all your strength to breastfeed! Rush up!"

"Captain!"

Chen Xiwa's hands blushed, her face flushed, and she shouted, "I, can I spit out what I ate in the morning...!"

Lu Fan said loudly: "I don't need to vomit! As long as you can push the car up this slope for me within five minutes, the lunch in the cafeteria will be better than in the morning. If you can't push it up, there will be no food for the whole day! "

Hearing this, everyone in Yehuo instantly felt as if they were fighting chicken blood.

"Brothers, push hard!"

"Using all the strength of feeding milk, push it up, add a meal at noon, if you can't go up, eat all the farts and drink the wind!"

"Ah, watch my macho attack!"

Yehuo everyone roared angrily, pouring all their strength into their legs.

With all his strength, he pushed the car up and ran.

With everyone's concerted efforts, the speed of the car increased little by little, even a few points faster than on the flat ground.

"Man's potential is indeed unlimited!"

Zhao Mingwei said with admiration: "These guys from Yehu, in order to eat meat, all of them are like eating dynamite, as if they have endless strength!"

Lu Fan looked at the faces in the rearview mirror who were doing their best, and said with a smile, "They didn't do their best to eat, they did their best for the sake of the night tiger. In order to keep the troops, all of them didn't want to admit defeat, even if No matter how hard the training is, how tiring the process is, they will stick to it!”

Hearing this, Zhao Mingwei's eyes began to change.

In my heart, I immediately respect the three words Yehuo.

At this moment, he seemed to see the shadow of the older generation in Xiaozhuang and the others, and saw the tenacious and hard-fought spirit of the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom!

at the same time.

In the night tiger camp, a military vehicle slowly drove in.

In the car sat Chief of Staff Zhao Dahai, and a battalion commander Wu Sheng.

Chapter 81 Night Tigers Are All Living Ancestors

The military vehicle slowly drove into the Yehuo camp.

In the back seat, battalion commander Wu Sheng frowned, looked out the window and asked, "Chief of Staff, didn't you say, bring me to collect ammunition? Why did Yehuo come here?"

Chief of Staff Zhao Dahai smiled and said, "The ammunition you applied for last time will take at least a week to be approved. Isn't your battalion in a hurry to train, so I'll take you to Yehuo to take a look and use it first."

Wu Sheng's eyes widened in disbelief: "Chief of Staff, are you kidding me?"

"There are hundreds of people in our battalion. Yehuo, a small company, is about to be disbanded. How much ammunition can we have? Even if it is evacuated for him, it will not be enough for our training in a day."

"Is it possible that Yehuhu has been disbanded in advance, and the camp has been changed to our regiment's ammunition transfer station?"

Zhao Dahai laughed: "When Yehuo is disbanded, it will be changed to a training unit in the regiment. This has already been decided. Okay, don't ask, you will know when you get there."

The chief of staff did not explain, and Wu Sheng was not easy to ask questions.

Just keep your mouth shut.

Soon, the car drove to a downstairs.

In front of the building is written the words "No open flames". This is the ammunition depot of the night tiger.

Zhao Dahai just got out of the car, and the warehouse keeper quickly trotted over when he saw it.

"Hello, Chief of Staff!"

The custodian came to Zhao Dahai and saluted.

Zhao Dahai nodded: "Let's get some ammunition and open the door."

The custodian nodded, turned around and walked towards the building with the two of them.

He came to a large iron gate with several chains.

The keeper unlocked the lock with the key and slammed the door open.

After the rattling of the pulleys.

A large warehouse of several hundred square meters immediately appeared in front of the chief of staff and a battalion commander.

In the warehouse, the ammunition boxes were piled up into hills, and there were all kinds of weapons, even the bazooka, which had two tubes.

Seeing the scene inside, Wu Sheng's shocked jaw smashed directly to the ground, and his mouth could fit [-] light bulbs.

"I go!"

"This, this ammunition base is too exaggerated, this Nima can equip a regiment!"

Zhao Dahai smiled slightly: "How about it, I didn't lie to you."

Wu Sheng looked at the chief of staff in disbelief, and asked dumbfounded: "Chief of staff, what the hell is going on? Isn't Yehuo going to be disbanded, why are you allotted so much ammunition?"

"I heard that they have less than [-] people left. With so much ammunition, they can't finish it even if they are shot for a year!"

Zhao Haipi smiled and said, "One year? You underestimate them too much. With all this ammunition, they will be able to fight them for a week at most, so it's a conservative estimate!"

"These guys, Yehuo, all eat ammunition as food!"

"What you see is already the fourth batch of ammunition!"

Wu Sheng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Does this Nima still make sense?

They are a battalion, and they have applied for ammunition many times. Every time it is like squeezing toothpaste, they are batched down bit by bit.

Once you're done, you have to continue to apply.

But the night tiger is about to be disbanded, and four rounds of ammunition have been approved in a month.

Is there any king law?

Is there still justice?

Wu Sheng's tone was full of jealousy: "Chief of Staff! Isn't it a bit too partial for the head of the regiment to do this? Although Yehuo has been brilliant, it was also a thing in the past."

"A troop that is about to be disbanded and withdrawn is still allocated such a large base of ammunition. Isn't this a pure waste of troop resources?"

"And, I, I seriously doubt, the truth of the matter!"

He stared at the ammunition in front of him and said, "A team with less than [-] people can only be called a platoon, not even a rank! How could they possibly consume so much ammunition in such a short period of time?"

"Could it be that they sleep at the shooting range every day?"

Zhao Dahai shook his head and said, "I don't believe it either, but these ammunition are indeed exhausted by them."

"After the target shooting, the bullet casings will be collected and sent back to the furnace for rebuilding."

"We won't deceive the number of shells we have recovered in boxes. Although the boys of Yehuo don't know what they are doing, they have indeed used up the ammunition!"

Wu Sheng was at a loss for words, unable to utter a single word.

The motherfucker is about to disarm.

What are you doing shooting?

It's a waste of money.

I really don't know what the head of the regiment thinks. He is so good to Yehuo, just like his own son.