Zhu Zhiyang's words immediately made the members of Tactical Team B feel dissatisfied. The "Wood Dragon" badges on their collars were clearly earned with their lives, but in Zhu Zhiyang's words, they became Sun Songyan's charity! Zhou
Bai opened his mouth to refute Zhu Zhiyang's somewhat arbitrary remarks.
"Ta-da!"
Before Zhou Bai could express his rebuttal, Zhu Zhiyang pulled the trigger of the assault rifle in his hand, and two bullets landed less than two centimeters away from Zhou Bai's combat boots.
"I know that you may have objections to what I just said. I am a very democratic person. Any one of you can have an objection to me here. I also welcome your opinions, but I am trashing your bullshit.
Before you express your opinion, please go over there and ring that lovely bell!"
Zhu Zhiyang pointed to the clock hanging on a wooden shelf ten meters away to his right, and shouted at the people in tactical group B, "Because I don't want to see the people who enter the D-7 training camp who like to chirp."
Damn, you girl without a crotch strap! In the D-7 training camp, my fox head is the sky, the emperor, and the Tathagata Buddha. I have the final say in everything. Do you hear me clearly!?"
"Clear!" The six people from Tactical Group B replied loudly with voices no weaker than Zhu Zhiyang's. However, as soon as their voices were shouted out, they were blown away by the monsoon wind blowing from the Mediterranean Sea and scattered in the endless Sahara Desert.
.
Zhu Zhiyang took out a silver badge from the pocket of his camouflage pants, played with it in his hand, and said to the tactical team B standing upright in the desert: "I will not give six S-level ratings like a man.
, such a ridiculous achievement. I only have this one and only 'Storm Dragon' badge in my hand, and only one of you can get it. But if you want to take it from me, you must come up with something that I can approve.
strength!"
Luo Hao looked at the "Storm Dragon" badge that was held in Zhu Zhiyang's hands and kept tossing, reflecting the silver luster in the air, and a burning color flashed in his eyes. This was what he would do in the D-7 training camp in the next six months.
Target!
"I don't care what you went through in the jungle training camp, and you don't need to tell me those high-sounding reasons that may seem convincing, but in my eyes are no different from the toilet paper in the toilet!"
Zhu Zhiyang glanced at the six people with cold eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Being late means being late, and being late will be punished! Now each of you go over there to carry ten kilograms of sandbags. First, run around the camp five times carrying the sandbags, and then
Put the sandbag on your backs and do two hundred push-ups in place, and complete it within one time!"
The D-7 training camp is very large. Although it is not as long as the cement track outside the Longxue training ground, each lap around the training camp is at least six to seven hundred meters long.
Moreover, people like Luo Hao were carrying sandbags on their bodies. Although the sandbags only weighed ten kilograms, the sand was very soft. Running on it while carrying the sandbags required far more energy than running on flat ground.
As the sun slowly rose from the horizon, the temperature in the D-7 training camp began to rise under the sunlight.
In the arid tropical zone where the D-7 training camp is located, the annual average daily temperature difference is 17.5 degrees Celsius. In this season, the highest daytime temperature can reach nearly 45 degrees!
In order to prevent thermal burns and excessive loss of body water, the members of Tactical Team B, whose entire body was wrapped in desert camouflage combat uniforms, felt like a rice dumpling that had been tightly tied and then thrown into the water to boil!
He had only done half of the two hundred push-ups, and the sweat had already soaked the pure cotton T-shirt under the camouflage combat uniform.
Sweat seeped out crazily from the pores on the faces of the members of Tactical Team B, gathering along their cheeks to their chins, and then dripped into the desert beneath them, leaving a water mark on the extremely dry sand, and then quickly
's disappeared.
Zhu Zhiyang, who was holding a high-pitched electric horn in his hand, looked at the tactical group B, who were doing push-ups in the desert with ten kilograms of sandbags on their bodies, and asked, "Your speed is too slow. Did the stewardess faint on the plane?"
You have no strength in your hands and feet? If so, just get up and run over to ring the bell. I don’t want to waste my precious time on useless people, because that will make me feel very boring!”
Zhu Zhiyang took a bottle of physiological saline with ice cubes from the hands of the assistant teacher next to him, squatted next to Situ Kong, and shook it vigorously. The sound of splashing water made Situ Kong extremely greedy.
"Want to drink?"
Zhu Zhiyang looked at Situ Kong whose Adam's apple was rolling, and said seductively: "If you want to drink, ring the bell. Then you will not only drink this saline solution with ice cubes, but also fresh fruit and ice-cold Coke. I want to
I want to see how refreshing it is to drink ice-cold Coke and then burp comfortably in such a hot weather."
"Gudong!"
Situ Kong swallowed hard to relieve the dryness in his mouth.
"Would you like a drink?"
Situ Kong shook his head like a rattle.
Zhu Zhiyang unscrewed the bottle and poured the cold saline inside on the sand in front of Situ Kong. Situ Kong watched helplessly as the saline quickly seeped into the sand and then disappeared.
Throwing away the empty bottle in his hand, Zhu Zhiyang shouted at the six people lying on the sand: "If you don't want to drink, just speed up! Your time is limited, get out of here if you can't finish it!"
Zhu Zhiyang walked up to Luo Hao and asked in a cold voice: "Are you the leader of Team B, Kuanglong?"
"Report, yes!" Luo Hao replied in a deep voice without stopping.
"Bullshit, how can you be called 'Dragon' even if you look like this? In my opinion, you are clearly a waste, you are waste No. 1, and they are No. 4, 5, and 6!" Zhu Zhiyang pointed at Zhou Bai next to him.
, Xu Xudong, Situ Kong, Li Yifeng, and Lin Xiaoyang shouted loudly.
Hearing Zhu Zhiyang's words, Luo Hao's eyes clearly flashed with anger, and he stopped in place with his hands on his body.
Zhu Zhiyang raised his feet and stepped on the sandbag on Luo Hao's back. He looked at Luo Hao, whose face was red, with a condescending attitude, and asked in a contemptuous tone: "Do you have any opinion?"
"Report! No!" Luo Hao supported his body with both hands to resist the force exerted on him by Zhu Zhiyang's right foot, and replied through gritted teeth.
"If not, just get off here!" Zhu Zhiyang's right foot slammed hard and stepped down on Luo Hao's trembling body.
When the six people in tactical group B completed Zhu Zhiyang's punishment, they looked as if they had just come out of the sauna. Except for the outermost AOR1 camouflage combat uniforms, no part of their bodies, from T-shirts to underwear, was still dry! And!
Zhu Zhiyang was obviously not ready to let them go just yet!