After a simple rest for half an hour, everyone was replenished with the necessary light salt water, and everyone was taken to the foot of the back hill of the base of the independent regiment, where a row of wooden houses had been built at some point, and there was no imaginary training ground, except for the houses, which were mountains and valleys gushing with streams.

The soldiers who were still wearing sweat-soaked camouflage uniforms were only Liu Lang and the two squadron leaders with tense faces in front of them.

There are only 48 people in total, according to Chief Liu, at least half of them will have to be eliminated in the next two months, 24 people will be divided into two people, each person will only bring 12 soldiers, from a company commander to a squad leader, I'm afraid no one will laugh!

"Rookies, I'm sorry, before you fail to pass the real assessment, only this title is suitable for you, but, for the sake of how much you have won the other 150 people, you are still welcome to the special team training camp, and in the next three months, I will personally train you." Liu Lang said with a smile.

Whether it is a rookie or an old bird, now they are uniformly called rookies by the fat group, because in his opinion, 25 kilometers of cross-country with a load of 35 kilograms is just the level of ordinary field troops of the future republic, and it is still far from the requirements of special forces with a load of 35 kilograms and 50 kilometers of cross-country.

Even, the combat team led by Liu Lang once set a record of 120 kilometers of fully armed assault in one day and night.

Liu Lang enjoyed this feeling very much, which reminded him of the first time he entered the special forces, and his instructor stood in front of Liu Lang, who was still a small soldier.

It was a Sichuan man who was not tall, and he basically had neat and neat short hair in the army, but he could keep a fairly long hair, and even people could tell that it was a three-seven split hair, although that made Liu Lang always think it was a very old-fashioned hairstyle, but it was definitely the first part of the special forces, and later I learned that it was specially approved by the captain, and he alone could make a separate head.

The outdated hairstyle and contemptuous tone made Liu Lang, who had received rigorous training since he was a child, have a very bad impression of the instructor, but the first combat training let Liu Lang know why the instructor can call himself a rookie. Maybe he was too lazy to wash his clothes, so he took off his shirt and exposed his tendon meat, not Rimbaud's kind, but Asian's kind, similar to Bruce Lee's lean meat.

Then, there were little scars, gunshot wounds, burns, scalds, and what injuries Liu Lang didn't know at all, and then, ten recruits were beaten by the instructor alone, and Liu Lang, who had already made a small achievement in Bajiquan, was no exception, Liu Lang, who had never experienced the battlefield, was just afraid that he would kick out the instructor's yolk at that moment, and he hesitated a little, so he was kicked straight by the instructor and sent down to the training ground in the same position.

Even if he was wearing protective gear, Liu Lang still remembered that his face was pale in pain, and he still desperately took out his little brother to check whether the balls had been kicked and exploded.

"If this is war, rookies, you're all dead." Liu Lang still remembers the instructor beating everyone down, leaving them behind, and the cool back. But later Liu Lang learned that the instructor's strength was not fighting, but sniping, and he could keep his head because in the year Liu Lang was not born, on the battlefield where the war in southern China had not stopped, but the 20-year-old instructor used 120 rounds of ammunition to kill 119 enemies, and one was hit in the spine but did not die, and finally became a high paraplegia who could only move above the neck.

The instructor's habit is also very peculiar, when Liu Lang and the brothers practiced, they liked to sit on the top of the mountain and squint into the distance. Later, Liu Lang learned that he was looking at the heads of people with distances in different directions, visually measuring the distance, calculating the wind speed, and calculating how to hit the head with one shot without needing to make up the gun. This terrible habit made Liu Lang go from cold sweat to involuntary imitation later, until he crossed into the fat man Liu Lang, Liu Lang still had the habit of squinting at people.

But such a terrible assassin-like character who would have escaped thousands of miles with one blow or else, when faced with the moment of imminent surrounding, chose the most stupid move, the gecko broke its tail, and it was he who broke it. When he could still see the head of the split head was sent back, although Liu Lang was crazy, he could finally understand why there was a shallow smile on the instructor's cold face all year round.

And now, just like the instructor at the beginning, standing in front of a group of rookies, they have to face enemies and wars that are more cruel than in the future.

Liu Lang must be more cruel than the instructor, he believes that the instructor can squint his eyes to see this time and space from the sky, and he will cultivate the strongest blade of the Chinese nation in this time and space.

None of the soldiers showed an angry expression, even in their hearts, the fat man's exaggerated force value is qualified to say that anyone is a rookie, which is different from Liu Lang at the beginning.

Even Shi Datou, who has a super high individual force value, clearly knows that if he is barehanded, he may be able to fight Liu Lang for dozens of rounds, but if he takes a weapon, not to mention a gun, or a thing called a 32-type three-edged military thorn, he will definitely die.

"No one speaks, it seems that you are not convinced, that's great, I like backbone." Liu Lang smiled slightly, tightened the belt hanging from his waist very casually, and said.

Not being able to show his muscular upper body like an instructor is Liu Lang's regret at this time, if he dares to take it off now, Nima is properly playing the rhythm of Japanese sumo.

We weren't convinced if we didn't speak? This situation made it difficult for the soldiers not to complain.

"Since you're not convinced, it's very simple, let's go straight to the first training session! Fighting class, fight until you serve. The corners of Liu Lang's mouth showed a wicked smile, as well as two deep dimples.

The peculiar cuteness of the fat man made the soldiers give birth to a weak egg pain, and here it is again, is the fat man going to fight 48 people by himself!

However, this seems to be an excuse to relieve hatred, at least Cai Dadao and Tiansheng are cool and handsome Shanying think so, no matter how good the fat group is, can he handle 48 people by himself? Especially when there are two super fierce people in the team, Shi Datou and Chen Yunfa, Mo Xiaomei also has great confidence in his comrades-in-arms at this moment.

Soon, they realized that they had underestimated how "cute" Fat Tuanza was.

"You guys watch me do hair, I never fight rookies, the first fighting class, fight yourself, hurry up, put on protective gear, according to the number plate you just got to the finish line, divided into single and double teams, kill each other tonight to eat, knocked down drink the northwest wind, oh, no, by the night you are estimated to be like a dead dog lying in bed, sorry, then think about it."

The impatient expression on Liu Lang's face really made the soldiers feel the urge to collectively pounce and eat the waves.

Shanying finally knew why Chief Ling, who he admired very much, killed bandits like a chicken, was like a docile kitten in front of the regimental commander, because, Liu Fatzi, was too demonic.

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