Soldiers in war are extremely fanatical, bloodthirsty, passionate, and have tight heartstrings, and there are many people who have nervous breakdowns for this. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It is imperative to solve the danger of nervous breakdown among soldiers, and political propaganda and education, reward and punishment system, and physical and mental release are prevalent in the troops.

Competitiveness, comparison, honor, self-interest and crazy torment come together, just to live, to live better, every soldier is struggling and living.

The devil soldiers are even more extreme, they are aggressors, they plunder everything with a posture of victory, and they are fanatical when it comes to receiving rewards.

The flickering flashlight beams shone in the night, making people dizzy, and from a distance, it was a field of fireflies swimming in the wind, but it was a group of fireflies fighting the fire.

The devil soldiers gathered on the west side of the airport under the leadership of the petty officer, and everyone was sweating, trembling all over, full of wolf nature, and praying with all their hearts.

"Murakami, the warriors led into the camp to receive the gift of the empire, that is your honor, carnival." Qin Han stood on the performance stage, holding a roster, inciting the little devils in the audience under the lights.

"Hello! Long live the Empire, long live the Emperor, long live the co-prosperity of Greater East Asia, warriors fight for honor and open the way! The devil in the village shouted slogans, his eyes were red, his whole body trembled with excitement, and his body was steaming in the light outside.

"Long live the Empire, long live the Emperor, long live the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity, fight for honor!" The devil soldiers collectively shouted, almost shouting out their hearts, hissing and trembling, crazy.

The devil in the village led the devil soldiers up the hillside, shouting slogans as they walked, and hurriedly marched towards the camp tent fifty meters away.

There was a wave of spitting and flowing hadazi from the audience, and no one opened their mouths to squeak, brewing passion, reverie, and boundless fantasy of that beautiful melody.

Looking at the black oppression under the light, exuding a rich white mist, enveloping a large area, Qin Han smiled evilly, looking at the harvest of the fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, excited, hearty, bright, and a smile from the heart.

The devil soldiers in the audience saw it clearly, and behaved more enthusiastically under his smile, one by one they looked excited, their eyes breathed fire, and their Adam's apple squirmed and swallowed saliva, each more wild than the other, without concealment.

Dirty race, laugh, look forward to the moment of your death, happiness and sorrow is your best destination, a bunch of pigs, Qin Han despised viciously in his heart.

"Ahhhh......h

The sporadic murmur came from the tent fifty meters away, it was a crazy sound, and occasionally a few female voices floated in, seducing the nerves of the devil soldiers under the stage, eager to step over and enter heaven.

The camp heaven has taken root in the minds of the devil soldiers, and even if it is declared that it is hell, no one believes it, and the devil soldiers are hopeless.

"Yo Xi, the flower girl has a big ......" one after another disheveled figures swayed out of the tent and left from the ridge to the north, the staggering steps and filthy words like a tight spell clamping the minds of thousands of little devils.

"Jiro Koizumi, it's your turn, warriors, get out of the way!" Qin Han flipped through the roster roll call, waved his hands impatiently, seemed to be extremely enthusiastic, but in fact he hated the dirty little devil in front of him, he complained to the instructor in his heart, when is it a head? Bad luck, the brothers are slaughtering little devils, why should they let themselves face these pigs?

Jiro Koizumi led the devil soldiers to rush forward, shouting slogans, rolling and crawling, all of them rushed to the camp tent like beating chicken blood, and the military uniforms on his body faded and flew on the way, everywhere, without any quality, covering up a lot of flowers and plants.

"Bagaya Road, pay attention to demeanor......" The soldiers of the advance team had to help them clean up and throw them into the camp tent, everyone was very angry, and their eyes and voices were full of killing intent, which did not change the crazy strength of the devil soldiers.

Monk Wei was also very depressed, he was in the camp tent, and when he saw the ghost soldiers rushing into a palm knife to greet him, he specially greeted his neck, and every time he slashed or killed the ghost soldiers, but it was drudgery to greet him too much, and his hands were numb and painful and he had to hold on.

originally thought it was a beautiful difference, but at this moment he knew that the instructor's words made sense: Don't regret it, don't you kid, regret it? At that time, he said passionately: Regret is a deflated calf, thinking of the passion when he took the task and the feeling of pain at the moment, he wanted to slap himself with a big mouth, so that you owe.

The tent was hazy, 30 meters long and 5 meters wide, illuminated by only a dim fluorescent lamp, wrapped in a cardboard tube cover on the outside, forcing the view to obstruct the view, and it was necessary to blind the person who entered it through the bright light.

The devil soldier spirit worm is on the brain, and the fanaticism fills every nerve, and when he enters the camp, his eyes are almost black, and he has not yet distinguished the east and west, the north and the south, and the neck suddenly falls unconscious with a pain, or dies directly with a click.

The figures in the camp tent were full of figures, and the advance team members were all gearing up, in groups of two, one person attacked and one person caught the fallen devil soldiers and dragged them away, and the next group of wheels was so busy that everyone was soaked in sweat.

But no one shouts tired, the price of shouting tired is to pretend to be a female voice to hook the soul, and it has to be a high-pitched kind, forcing the soldiers to be afraid, come on, it doesn't matter how many voices you roar here, our girls' reputation is far away and they must not be laughed at to death?

In fact, the soldiers don't care about that bit of fame, killing devils is the last word, and it doesn't matter if they play a few female voices, but because of that little bit of self-esteem, they can't hang up on their faces, and they try to avoid and laugh at a few brothers with red faces and thick necks, they must not have a taste in their hearts.

It is not illegal to open the back door of the camp, and the devil soldiers of the dead ball go through the back door, pull out the camp tent like dragging dead dogs, and throw them into the pit three hundred meters away to finish the work.

However, the soldiers still have one task, that is, to retreat to the north bare-chested, drooping and dragging their clothes, to attract the attention of the little devils, and then to the dark area and then return to the camp.

There are four camps for this kind of gift, as well as a letter distribution office and an award podium, which are fully rolled out under the coordination of Yang Guan.

Yang Guan knew that the brothers were complaining, and many people suggested that they should be wiped out directly, and the little devils could be beaten to death by entering the airport and being isolated from the outside world, but he didn't think so.

First, the devil officer is equipped with a pistol, and if it is not handled properly, the little devil will fire a warning shot, or if he injures his brothers, it will be detrimental to the situation.

Second, there are too many little devils, even if one-third is transferred, there are no less than seven or eight thousand devil soldiers, and the number of people in the advance team who have removed the duty posts is only a little more than 1,000 people, and the strength is not equal.

Third, actual combat training, acting is also an art, you can also kill devils, play infiltration, isn't the airport just acting?

Yang Guan's three outlines were released, the advance team was gone, and they had to practice, and they wanted to be comfortable with the instructor, and they were angry and sprinkled on the little devil.

The chief director planned and planned, the advance team was vigorous and resolute, a scene ended at dawn, everyone was exhausted in passion, ushered in the bright and bright morning sun, bathed in the warmth, and a new battle beckoned.