When they heard Feng Yi's voice, they both turned around and stood at attention, as if nothing happened just now. Klein hurriedly put on his shoes.

As a soul mentor, Feng Yi is only responsible for combat survival guidance and does not cover ideological education. However, it seems that he should occasionally assist in psychological work. When he entered the room, he found that both of them were already standing upright. I am afraid that the pacesetters are nothing more than this.

"It's making trouble, why don't you keep making trouble?" Feng Yi stood with his hands behind his hands and kept looking around the two of them...

"Report." The person shouting was Zhang Xiaobo.

"explain."

"Comrade instructor, Klein and I are comrades who are as close as brothers. Friction is unavoidable between comrades. What we did just now is just to further deepen the friendship between comrades."

"What should I do if sparks fly?"

Did sparks fly? Klein's pretty face turned red for no reason when he heard this. As the saying goes, he who taints himself taints himself. Feng Yi suddenly realized that this was a serious statement. He coughed lightly and hurriedly changed his tone: "Is that so, Klein?"

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"Yes, instructor, as Comrade Xiaobo said, the army is a collective, and each of our soldiers should devote 120% of his enthusiasm to training."

"That's it." Feng Yi nodded slightly as if he understood. You two are singing together and fooling me together. I have to say that there is a tacit understanding. However, even Zhang Xiaobo's virtue is enough to raise his butt.

What the hell? He said calmly: "Since we are good comrades, come and shake hands together."

"Comrade Xiaobo, I apologize for what happened before. I'm sorry." Klein first stretched out his left hand that was holding the smelly shoes and said with an expression of joy, with a look of pride on his face that could not be concealed.

"Wait a minute, it's a bit itchy." The fat man said, then he put his left hand deep into his crotch and scratched it twice, and quickly took it out to shake hands. Klein was so frightened that he quickly retracted his left hand and turned into his right hand. As a result, the two of them had different intentions and finally held hands together.

Express friendship.

Soon after, Feng Yi took the two of them back to the training ground. Just before they were about to join the queue, Feng Yi continued to signal the two of them to hug each other to resolve the minor friction, "Come on, you two hug each other and let your grudges disappear with a smile."

"Ah? Hug...hug me, I guess it's okay." Klein's eyes widened when he heard this.

"No, we are all comrades whose feelings are stronger than water. Come, come and prove your friendship to your comrades." At this time, Feng Yi was like an idiot who couldn't figure out the situation, but he still enjoyed it.

Klein's eyebrows almost came together when he heard this. Thinking of hugging this fat guy, Klein felt a chill in his body for no reason. It seems that this instructor is also a young boy - no! He is pure.

If that's the case, let's hug him. While hugging him, Klein didn't forget to give Fat Tiger a kneecap between his legs. He thought he was about to return to the team, but Feng Yi's next words were to go to the side and do 1,000 push-ups. What?

Report to him when the work is done. If you don't finish cooking, there will be no dinner. If you dare to sing along with me, I will let you play till the end, but you must be aware of corporal punishment.

Although 1,000 push-ups are a fantasy in the eyes of ordinary people, and it is not too difficult for the Divine Assassin Warrior, 1,000 push-ups cannot be done on the spur of the moment. Klein is completely regretful. If he had known this, what would he have done?

What kind of hands? Even she was stained by the bad luck of being fat.

At the same time, the combat test is in full swing. After three rounds of strict screening, there are only more than a hundred fighters standing on the field. They are all the aces of the elite army.

One hundred people is still too many. Feng Yi must choose someone from this group of soldier kings who can be qualified for the position of captain. The reason is nothing more than that he is an instructor, not a nanny. Of course, he cannot handle so many people at the same time with his own strength, so he has to

Find a captain who is qualified for this position.

There is no other way to do this. After all, no matter how high the quality of an official position is, he or she will not be able to do it. The military is where quality matters.

The sun was scorching, and the numbers that rushed up to the sky in the camp kept ringing. In the end, only four people were left standing on the field. They were the ferocious Wenfeng from the Earth area, the humanoid chariot Barron from Alpha, and Big Mike.

Elvis from Sri Lanka and the proud girl of the romantic city of Sky City, codenamed Icebird.

Now it was originally time for daily training operations, but at this moment, Feng Yi wanted to let the soldiers see their strength and select two people as captains. There were still two people in the draft, namely Fat Tiger and Klein. Originally,

Feng Yi was not optimistic about Klein's strength, but the whip gun she wielded freely had convinced Feng Yi of her choice.

The order of the four-person duel is Barron vs. Wenfeng first, followed by Elvis V. Icebird.

Feeling the gazes of two thousand people gathering at the same time, Barron's heart was already filled with passion. He could feel the restlessness in the cells in his body...

From Alpha, to the Thorn Legion, to Mars, he has grown up. Now, Barron, who has become a stand-alone warrior, is no longer simply fighting for survival, but is moving forward for the dream he pursues. He wants to become a true warrior.

The red-shirted pilot is a man considered by his family, a top soldier among his comrades, and a soldier brought up by Feng Yi. He believes that Feng Yi will be proud of him.

"Boss, keep an eye on it." Barron didn't look at Feng Yi again, but extended a thumb in Feng Yi's direction.

"Ha, I want to see how you perform." The high-spirited Barron in front of him inevitably reminded Feng Yi of Alpha's turbulent years...

Hey, Feng Yi suddenly jumped onto the training mecha in the camp to observe Barron's growth more closely. How could he miss out on the wine at this time?

"Barron, come on, I'm optimistic about you..." Daphne screamed in the crowd. Lao Yan was cold, saying nothing on the surface but in his heart he kept cheering for Barron.

Perhaps due to the atmosphere, Barron, who has a bold temperament, suddenly tore off his shirt to reveal his wild side. The numerous scars and explosive muscles were so visually impactful that even Wen Feng, his opponent, couldn't help but be slightly startled.

Shrugging, "I've wanted to play with you for a long time, Barron."

"To each other, this is what I want to say."

There was a muffled sound, and Wenfeng took the first step when the military boots shook. People could even feel the vibrations coming from the ground. Although Wenfeng was slightly smaller than Barron, he was no less tall than the former.

There was a snapping sound... His phalanges were like an alarm bell to warn Barron, and also like a melody that oppressed his opponent.

The onlookers can feel the tension in the atmosphere. Don't be fooled by the so-called fancy tricks by laymen. In special warfare, if two warriors really fight, it would be easy to break bones and tendons. Every move and style they learn day by day
Chapter completed!