The recruits are confused, which does not mean that the veterans do not understand what Liu Lang means. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Tuanza is here again! Not only that, but he also deliberately increased the difficulty to put a bowl of water on his head, which meant that he would not move for two hours, and even mosquito bites made him unable to twitch his muscles at will, and the group seat was going against the sky again.

They have seen a lot of how the fat group is against the sky, maybe in the psychology of the veterans, Liu Lang is no longer a human, but a god. But what about these mortals? The mosquitoes in this mountain in Guangyuan are terrible.

No wonder veterans think so. Guangyuan is a mountainous area, and the Sichuan area is already humid, not to mention many mosquitoes, the size is still big, in the words of the locals: three or five mosquitoes can fry a dish. As soon as the big mosquito in this mountain bites, it is a big bag, itchy and painful.

It's not so much that there are people in the queue who are moving in a non-standard military posture, but that they can't hold on to being bitten by mosquitoes.

But according to the posture of the fat group, he didn't take mosquito bites into account at all, and the same was true for himself.

What can be done? It can only be spelled. The highest governors have done so. The veterans held their breath and stood in the most standard military posture.

As soon as I saw that my leaders had started, the slight commotion of the recruits also disappeared invisibly, and they all stood honestly, not seeing that the two biggest leaders of the recruit training camp were also standing up straight next to the fat group seat with the bowl on their heads!

Man, although he is an intelligent creature, is essentially a kind of animal, and the rule of obeying the leader is imprinted in his genes, but he chooses the leader he thinks is worth following a little more than non-intelligent creatures.

And Liu Lang just wants to tell them that it is such a simple stop, he is also the strongest among everyone, he is worthy of them to follow, and it is worth letting them follow him to the national mourning and death. In the most subtle way, he showed that he would be at the forefront of the soldiers at all times.

Liu Lang told the veterans this way, and now, he tells the recruits in this way. At the same time, he had to tell his officers that they would do the same.

This is the beginning of the cohesion of an elite army, which is what the red army did, from the beginning of the army to more than 80 years later, no matter how many twists and turns or even some high-level decay, but in the combat unit, the military commander will always be at the forefront. Just like Liu Lang's instructor, he led fifteen wounded soldiers and chose to block hundreds of pursuers with heavy weapons, giving more comrades-in-arms hope for life.

With the passage of time, the soreness of the legs and the almost numb back are no longer the biggest obstacles, and even the sore skin from the blazing June sun is nothing, and the visible red bags on everyone's neck and arms are the most unbearable source.

Under the blazing sun, the mountain mosquitoes that liked yin and hated yang circled up and down in the crowd, frantically and unhindered enjoying their gluttonous feast.

It must have been the mosquitoes of the entire Micang Mountain, and the soldiers who were bitten and itchy were wailing in their hearts.

Liu Lang's face is the same, perhaps because the meat is far more tender than that of the rough men, Liu Lang is patronized by mosquitoes a lot, and there are bright red bumps on his face, neck, and maybe arms that can't be touched by his eyes.

But Liu Lang was like a stone sculpture, as if the mosquito had bitten him instead of him, he was still standing upright, and the water in the bowl on his head did not even have a trace of ripples.

Under the leadership of Liu Lang, the commander of the regiment, the officers and soldiers inside and outside the field held back their strength until an hour later, some people couldn't help but itch and move their necks, or rub their trouser legs with their feet.

Of course, none of these can escape the eyes of the disabled veteran instructors, who pushed out these cheaters one by one.

Being kicked out of the queue of course means being eliminated in the military posture competition, and the eliminators are all dejected and concentrated aside, and they dare not look at their classmates with shame on their faces, looking directly into the eyes of their comrades in front of them with anger.

Everyone knows that the more they are eliminated, the greater the chance that their company will lose, and the closer it is to washing the stinky socks of recruits from other companies.

In particular, the supreme governor under the gaze of 2,000 pairs of eyes still stood motionless with the bowl on his head.

After another half an hour, when the itch had become itchy and numb, the numbness of the body had returned to soreness. If the soldiers read kinesiology, they know that the accumulation of lactic acid in the muscle tissue due to extreme exhaustion stimulates the muscles to increase osmotic pressure, which causes the muscle tissue to absorb more water, resulting in local swelling, which can paralyze the nerves.

Paralysis is only a manifestation of deception to the brain, when muscle exhaustion reaches the upper limit of unbearable, it will cause subtle damage to local muscle fibers and connective tissue and spasm of muscle tissue. Of course, this level of damage is not a bad thing, and after the repair of local minor injuries in the muscles, the muscle tissue becomes stronger.

It's just that getting stronger is a thing for later. But now, the consequence of the muscle spasms is that one soldier after another finally could not hold on, or his face was pale, or his face was full of pain, or he fell to the ground with an unwilling face.

The veteran instructors stepped forward one after another and helped the soldiers to a place with shade on the other side, and their attitude was much better than that of the soldiers who couldn't help but itch.

Perseverance and incompetence despite the best efforts are two different concepts and cannot be said in the same way.

Perhaps for the soldiers who were still holding out in the field, two hours had never been so long, and it was as long as a century.

There are constantly soldiers who fall, stand up, and fall down again, and the muscle spasms and severe pain almost make people unqualified to stand up straight, even if many recruits try to try, but still give up in despair.

The soldiers on the field were only less than one-sixth of the total number left, including their sergeant squad leaders and company platoon commanders, and the veterans who had been trained by the devil were obviously much more endurant than the recruits, at least eighty percent of the veterans were still stubbornly supporting, and even the veterans who were helped away because of extreme exhaustion were almost all before a stick of incense.

There are less than 100 recruits who are qualified to still stand.

Standing now, not many people think about the problem of smelly socks anymore. It's completely a gamble with the fat man, if he doesn't fall, they can't fight to the death, fighting for the brothers.

What is bloody, this is. Male genes have always had the imprint of "I am the strongest", which is an important factor in supporting biological reproduction.

Subtly, Liu Lang opened up the arrogance in the male genes of the recruits, and at this moment, they finally ceased to be farmers and began to transform into soldiers.

The thin body of Mo Kitten, who was standing at the front of the queue, was trembling all the time, it was a trembling of muscles, but it just didn't fall. He always remembered what Fat Tuanza said to him: If you want to avenge your father, you must first become stronger, until the enemy is too strong to catch up with you, and you can take whatever you want.