"The first training event this morning, a 4km half-weight run." Finally returning to the group, Turner, who was at the end of the line, looked at Ensign Marcus, who was standing on his repaired iron podium, shaking his feet as he spoke, as if to verify whether the podium was repaired or not.

Half-weight running, only need to carry 20 kilograms of equipment, it is obvious that Lieutenant Marcus has mastered the general situation of the whole battalion, such a training volume is just close to the limit of about 80% of the battalion, while forcing out the potential of this part of the people, and will not let them be unable to bear because the amount is too large, this is training for the sake of training, as for the 5 kilometers of weight-bearing running the day before yesterday, it is purely for Liwei.

Turner followed the team to the warehouse in an orderly manner to receive the equipment, and when it was his turn, his big hand suddenly stretched out from behind, pressed his shoulder, and turned his head, only to see that Second Lieutenant Marcus, who was supposed to be on the podium, did not know when he arrived.

"The same amount of training as them, are you sorry?" Marcus glanced at Turner, and with a toe lift, a significantly larger equipment bag at his feet immediately flew towards Turner, who reached out to take it, only to feel a sinking in his hand.

"200 kilograms, 10 laps, lunch if you can't finish before the last man finishes it." Second Lieutenant Marcus said calmly, and then with another toe pick, an identical equipment bag fell into his hand, "Don't be dissatisfied, Lao Tzu will run with you." ”

"Yes, sir!" With that in his mind, what else could Turner say? Pick up your gear and turn back to the playground.

"You're a guy with a total level of at least 50 and more than 2 advancements and I'm the one who just advanced for the first time, so it's not a shame to say that it's so high-sounding." Not saying it doesn't mean that you can't think about it in your heart, Turner secretly rejoiced while sneering, through the short contact yesterday afternoon, Second Lieutenant Marcus has completely mastered his reality before the advancement, and now the amount of training given is close to the limit of Turner at that time, such a training amount can definitely ensure that after the end of the day's training, the number of dead dogs in the dormitory will increase to 4, of course, that is relative to Turner before the advancement, and now ......

"Whew...... Call...... "......Turner was carrying 200 kilograms of equipment, his steps were obviously heavy, his 5 second breath was shortened to 3 seconds, his back was slightly hunched and he seemed to be unable to support the weight on his back, and his running posture could no longer maintain the general norm of a machine, and the most important thing was that compared to the first lap of the start, there were signs of a decrease in speed.

"Boy, that's all you can do? It's only 6 laps and it's not good? It looks like you really don't want to eat, hurry up, hurry up! If you don't speed up again, I'll kick you. "Second Lieutenant Marcus was very leisurely behind Turner, and with his strength, he was able to run it with ease, even if he doubled his existing weight and increased the length of his run by 20 kilometers.

Turner glanced at Second Lieutenant Marcus, and didn't speak, but his steps sped up a little bit with heavy steps, and continued to disdain Marcus Second Lieutenant in his heart, "2 goods, I know at a glance that I haven't watched "The Self-cultivation of Actors", and I can't even see that my buddies are acting!" But it's good you can't see it, otherwise buddy will suffer. ”

An actor can only look like him on the outside at most, but Turner, who has a super brain, can do it internally, controlling the speed and amount of sweat flowing out, and controlling the rate of heartbeat.

Staying in this way, Turner finally ran 10 kilometers a little faster than the others "before he burned out", and then sat down on the ground and gasped for breath on his gear bag, not as glamorous as the day before.

This result made Second Lieutenant Marcus very satisfied, and he no longer embarrassed Turner, saw that everyone had crossed the finish line, threw down the phrase and rested for 20 minutes, and turned away.

Looking at the pile of real dead dogs around him, Turner gave up on getting up from the ground and lay down honestly for 20 minutes before following the others to "get up with difficulty".

Next is the weight-bearing push-up, each carrying 50 kilograms of weight to do 300 push-ups, the whole process is monitored, once there is an unqualified movement, the body will be hit hard, and Second Lieutenant Marcus shook in front of Turner again.

Finding that Turner had not exchanged the 200 kilograms on his back for 35 kilograms, Second Lieutenant Marcus nodded in satisfaction, then shook his hand, threw his own bag on it, and then left leisurely.

"Your uncle, if it weren't for the buddy to advance, he would be 100% killed by you." Turner propped himself up, gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at the back of Lieutenant Marcus's departure, "snap", and received a heavy blow on his back......

After the push-ups, another 500 sit-ups, the same weight, Second Lieutenant Marcus appeared next to Turner as promised, carrying a 50-kilogram bag in his hand, but after seeing Turner, who was almost tired of being a dead dog, Second Lieutenant Marcus finally opened a favor, removed a 200-kilogram bag, and then threw the 50-kilogram one in his hand, and then threw down a sentence of "800", turned his head and left.

"Hehe, I want to ravage my buddy, but in the end, I didn't show off my acting skills by my buddy." Turner continued his "dead dog show", feeling a little proud in his heart, and finally won back a city from the hands of Second Lieutenant Marcus!

In one morning, almost everyone reached the limit, and it was clear that Second Lieutenant Marcus knew this, and in the afternoon there was no physical training, 2 hours of tactical lessons, half an hour of firearms lessons, 1 hour of regular equipment use lessons, and 1 hour of explanation of famous battles in history.

Turner listened attentively, and these were his weaknesses compared to physical training and personal combat knowledge.

The others were also like Turner, very serious, had to be serious, the professional lecturer in front was lecturing, and the second lieutenant Marcus was wandering around, a pair of eyes shot a knife-sharp gaze, strafing everywhere, once he found that someone was deserting, immediately a paper ball the size of a soybean flew over, and the place where it was hit was immediately a big bag, no one avoided it, and no one dared to hide.

Yesterday, there was a guy from the military system, who dodged with agility, and immediately several paper balls flew over, no matter the speed and power were greater than the previous one, all of them hit the face, and the face of the benevolent brother directly turned into a pig's head, and now he is still lying in the infirmary.

And just like that, Turner's first "normal" day after entering the barracks passed.