This is Lin Song's idea, but it is estimated to be difficult to implement, because according to his understanding, this competition is based on personal wishes. It is said that the special forces selection competition has certain death indicators, which means it is dangerous.

That is to say, who will participate in the competition has not yet been determined. He still doesn't know whether Wu Meng and others will give up after hearing the news.

While he was thinking about this, he went to get lunch with Wu Meng and others. Five people were sitting around a round table, and Zhao Dongcheng kept staring at this place. Lin Song had already discovered this situation.

This kid must hate him to the core, but it doesn't matter to him. In the military camp, strength is the most important thing. If you can't beat you, it doesn't matter if you don't have the ability.

He ate in big mouthfuls with a nonchalant look on his face. He finished his meal quickly, turned around, made a provocative gesture towards Zhao Dongcheng, then waved at Wu Meng and others, and strode out.

This is also a kind of psychological warfare. The more the other party hates you, the more they will be indifferent. This is the most devastating thing.

Soon Lin Song, Wu Meng and others returned to the dormitory. As monitors, it was necessary to hold a meeting.

Several people sat together, Lin Song coughed softly, and said with a serious face: "Now let me talk about tomorrow's competition. According to the information I have, anyone can apply this time, and it is a confrontation.

All contestants enter the mountains and jungles, face the entire reconnaissance camp, and arrive at the wooden base within the specified time. The top five will be selected. Only the top five will be eligible to participate in the special forces competition."

Lin Song paused for a moment and continued: "And there is news I want to tell everyone, that is, the special forces competition has a death indicator, which means there is a certain risk of life, so you must be mentally prepared, but I hope that the five of us in the sharp knife class

Participate in the special forces selection competition together."

After he finished speaking, he looked at a few people with his big eyes. He didn't say anything. This could be considered as giving them time to think about it. After all, there are casualty indicators, and no one wants to die without anything, and this thing is uncertain. Everyone has his own ambitions.

Maybe they don't want to participate.

Wu Meng was the first to express his stance, shouting with a rough look on his face: "What's there to say? One word, do it. Two words, do it." After speaking, he stretched out his fist and waved it twice, in a gesture.

Endless energy.

"I have no problem, just fight with your strength," Zhang Feiyu said with a serious face. He was very calm and not so excited, as if nothing was important in front of him.

Cui Dalong and Liao Tian looked at each other, and they stood up almost at the same time, actually saluting Lin Song, Wu Meng, and Zhang Feiyu.

Cui Dalong hesitated and said: "Squad Leader Lin, originally we two brothers had no hope. We just wanted to retire at the Black Sand Post. I didn't expect to be able to become a soldier of the sharp knife class. I am already very satisfied. As for participating in the competition, participating in

I will not go to the special forces selection competition. I choose to quit. I have a few months left to retire. I want to spend the rest of my life quietly."

"Me too, Squad Leader Lin, please forgive me." Liao Tian said very directly. He didn't talk much. He only said what he had to say.

Lin Song was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Cui Dalong and Liao Tian would choose to quit. This was completely beyond his expectation, which made him unacceptable for a moment. He looked at the two people for a long time before saying: "Old Cui, Lao Liao, these are the two of you.

This is the last chance, and as long as we unite as one, we can win the chance together."

He looked at the resolute looks of the two people and knew that he could not convince them, but he still made a final effort to persuade them to stay. After all, a team without two people would lose a lot of combat effectiveness. Compared with three people and five people, it is not on the same level.

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And he had a premonition that this competition would be quite difficult. At least Zhao Dongcheng would become a strong competitor. After he finished speaking, he looked at Cui Dalong and Liao Tian eagerly.

Cui Dalong and Liao Tian were extremely determined, and they just wanted to retire.

Cui Dalong smiled and said: "Squad leader Lin, please spare me. My hometown has already found a partner for me. After I retire from the army, I might get married."

"My hometown has already contacted me about a job, and they are waiting for me to retire from the army and go to work." Liao Tian said firmly.

Wu suddenly stood up, pointed at the two people and said: "Deserts, they are all deserters."

Lin Song quickly grabbed Wu Meng and motioned for everyone to sit down. He smiled and said: "Since I don't want to participate, I won't force it. Maybe after today, we will go our separate ways in the future, but we can't drink wine. I won't do it tomorrow."

Let's compete with each other, Lao Cui and Lao Liao, and we will cherish our future."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, waved to Wu Meng and Zhang Feiyu, and sat on the bed. He said with a serious face: "There is no time for physical training now. If you want to improve some strength, you can only do your best. In this period of time

Carry out Qiankun Pranayama training to improve our strength."

Soon Lin Song, Wu Meng, and Zhang Feiyu were sitting cross-legged on the bed.

The dormitory became quiet. Cui Dalong and Liao Tian knew what was going on and started guarding.

In this way, Lin Song and the three of them devoted themselves to the training of Qiankun Breathing Technique, which lasted all afternoon, until it got dark, and Cui Dalong and Liao Tian brought back all the food.

Lin Song and the three of them got up. He looked at Cui Dalong, smiled at Liao Tian and said, "I'm sorry for bothering you two." After saying that, he picked up the rice bowl and started eating.

"Squad leader Lin, we brothers can't do anything else, but we can still do some logistics." Cui Dalong said with a smile.

Lin Song nodded lightly and signaled Wu Meng and Zhang Feiyu to eat. The three of them ate quickly, and after eating they continued to practice the Qiankun Breathing Technique.

The dormitory was very quiet and in darkness.

The night gradually passed, and a new day came. Lin Song, Wu Meng, and Zhang Feiyu woke up. After half a day and one night of Qiankun Breathing Technique training, the three of them were full of energy and their faces were glowing.

Wu Meng jumped out of bed and said loudly: "I have endless strength, my head, your breath adjustment method is really amazing."

Even Zhang Feiyu, who had always been silent, looked excited. He had never felt so energetic.

Lin Song felt better and felt that his strength had made a qualitative leap. He looked at the two people and smiled and said: "I hope sharpening the gun before the battle will have an effect."

At this moment, the rally horn sounded. The sound of the horn was loud and high-pitched and did not stop for a long time.

Lin Song shouted to Wu Meng and Zhang Feiyu: "Quickly change the equipment and assemble."

The three of them quickly changed their equipment and were fully dressed after a few minutes.

Lin Song waved to Wu Meng and Zhang Feiyu and started to move forward.
Chapter completed!