Everyone has a personal situation, Zhao Zi is like this, Balang is like this, and Su Wei is naturally no exception.

Su Wei walked in the forest with a backpack on his back and Jiuwu in his arms, his face was so gloomy that he could drip water. It was the most humiliating he had ever been. Not one of them.

On his face and hands, he could faintly see blood stains, and his clothes looked even more embarrassed, and some wooden thorns stuck to his clothes, as if they had just come out of the deep mountains and old forests.

No, it's not as if, he's just coming out of the deep mountains and old forests. Or in other words, from one deep mountain old forest to another deep mountain old forest.

In order to get these things on his body, Su Wei drilled through the thorns, and he didn't know how many times he was pierced before he found them.

That thorn is from, let alone a human, even a wild boar may not want to run in. He took these things out of it with his bare hands, and you can imagine how much suffering he suffered.

It's better not to let him know which bastard put things there, or he'll have to beat him up sooner or later. That's not something that people can do.

Taking out the compass he found in his backpack and looking for directions, Su Wei continued to walk forward with a gloomy face.

Perhaps the person who put the backpack also knew that something was wrong, so he put a compass in it to make up for it.

Su Wei was able to run out of the forest so quickly thanks to this thing, otherwise he might still be going around in circles.

Compared with the misery and drama of Su Wei and the others, Wu Yue's situation was much better, he didn't encounter any difficult tests, but the location indicated by the ground map was a little far away.

Where far away? It's a long way of twenty kilometers!

It's twenty kilometers, not two kilometers!

Twenty kilometers away? It's not too far. It's just that there are two hundred kilometers of unknown road conditions waiting for him next, so at a glance, these twenty kilometers are not close, this is the total distance of one-tenth of the increase!

According to the route on the map, Wu Yue kept walking forward, and after walking for an unknown distance, he still did not see the destination. He's desperate now.

The distance drawn on the map was very small, and he had calculated that it might only be three or four kilometers, but now he had walked ten kilometers and still hadn't arrived.

If he hadn't seen some of the places marked on the map on the road, he would have felt that he was on the wrong track.

The autumn wind is whining, the leaves are falling all over the mountain, if it is usual, looking at this scene may give birth to some beauty, but now, he really doesn't have that mood.

Thinking about the next 200 kilometers, he felt his leg hurt. No matter how beautiful it is, it is also a floating cloud.

......

Who wrote this? It's ugly! ”

Liao Yong walked in the forest with a backpack on his back, holding a small notebook in his hand, and reciting words in his mouth.

The process of getting the backpack was smooth, there were no twists and turns, but there were some things in the backpack that he didn't like very much.

Like Zhang Chong, Liao Yong is also a reckless person, he is good at fighting, but if he is allowed to study, he is really not good.

From the backpack, he found the book he was holding in his hand, the book was nothing, the focus was on the contents of the book.

There are several essays written in it, all of which are essays such as "My best father", "My mother is better than my father", "My mother is a nurse".

Liao Yong, who didn't like to read much since he was a child, felt a pain in his brain when he saw the words written in the book, especially the words that were written crookedly and were not good-looking. That's even more of a headache.

If he could, he would have tore it up and thrown it away. But he can't, and there is a sentence written at the beginning of this book.

"Arrive at the base to memorize the composition, and those who can't recite it are eliminated."

At that time, he was dumbfounded when he saw those words, after so many years of being a soldier, it was the first time he heard that he had to memorize compositions, especially elementary school students' compositions.

So there is the current scene, five acts, although it is an essay for elementary school students, but it adds up to more than 1,000 words. Once, he couldn't memorize an ancient poem of twenty or thirty words.

These more than 1,000 words are even more desperate than letting him run 200 kilometers.

When Chen Yu asked Xiao Yuan Lang to write these essays, Yuan Lang was next to him, and he asked curiously, but the explanation given by Chen Yu was that "fast memory is also one of the skills that special forces need to master."

It stands to reason that Chen Yu's statement is absolutely correct, but for some reason, Yuan Lang always felt that something was wrong.

At that time, he was a little distressed that his son was being asked by Chen Yu to write an essay, but after seeing the essay "A Mother Who Is More Powerful Than Dad", he decisively dismissed the idea of saving his son. Bear children, you still have to study more.

The test that everyone encounters is strange enough, and in a word, if you want to pass the assessment simply, why don't you die!

Xiang Yu's assessment is similar to Shi Jin's, it is a more serious assessment, but Shi Jin's is dangerous, and his is much safer, of course, this difficulty will naturally go up.

After finding something, Xiang Yu lifted his backpack and almost couldn't lift it. He thought it would be light, but it turned out to be nearly thirty pounds of bricks inside.

Thirty pounds is naturally nothing. But he had to carry the thirty pounds on his back for 200 kilometers. Such thirty catties are no longer thirty catties in the pure sense. Even Xiang Yu was stunned after knowing the request.

Although it didn't materialize, it made him a little desperate in his heart.

Two hundred kilometers, ordinary people have to walk crying dad and shouting mother, not to mention that there is still a weight of 30 catties.

In this regard, Xiang Yu could only comfort himself with the words that it was good that it was not thirty kilograms. If this comfort is useful.

After walking for a long time, Xiang Yu finally walked out of the deep mountains and old forests, and what appeared in front of him at this moment was a rural dirt road. Seeing this dirt road, Rao is a tough guy like Xiang Yu, and he can't help but have some moist corners of his eyes.

Walking deep in the mountains and old forests and walking the road of the Eight Classics are really two completely different experiences.

According to the map, he only needs to keep walking along this road, walk to a road, then walk another fifty kilometers of road, and finally there is only fifty kilometers of mountain road left, and then he can return to the base.

Looking at this nameless dirt road, Xiang Yu gritted his teeth, lifted his backpack, and continued to walk forward.

A day passed in everyone's hurry and busyness, and the night came deeply, and there was no moonlight in the sky, and some were covered by dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

Thunderstorms are mostly in spring and summer, otherwise there would be no winter thunderstorms, but they were unlucky, and they encountered thunderstorms at this time.

Bad luck may not be right, in the event of a thunderstorm, it is always better than a simple rainy day, at least for Xiang Yu.

Because when he walks on the road, lightning can still shine on him.

Isn't it romantic to walk on a thunderstorm night!