In the second round of the obstacle course, Owen successfully completed all the subjects. Holding the rope and swinging through the puddles no longer posed a threat to him. A few unlucky guys sprained their feet during the final rappel. No accident.
It's time to get out.
The medical team only handles emergency situations to ensure that you won't die. As for other injuries, I'm sorry, but you have to rely on yourself.
Owen was looking for death. When going through the obstacles, he did not use standard tactical moves. Instead, he used parkour moves to cross the obstacles with a somersault, which attracted the attention of the students, but was targeted by the irritable instructor Roger.
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3367, tell me your name and rank!
Uh, sir, my name is Steve Irwin, I have no rank, I'm CT agent.
&nbs? Oh, I remember, you are the related household. Damn it, you backdoor bastard, do you think this is a circus?
No, sir, I
Shut up, did I allow you to speak? Contempt Shangguan, 50 push-ups, no, 100, and the other 50 are because I don’t like you
Yes, sir.
Although he scolded this condescending lunatic in his heart, he still had to obey the orders, otherwise this bastard would probably assign him to clean the toilet.
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twenty-three
twenty-four
twenty-five
While Irving was counting for himself, another student not far away was also being pointed at and scolded by Instructor Brown.
I don't care whether you are an officer or a soldier. When you come here, there is only one title for you, that is, rookie. Judging from your stiff movements, even the stupidest seabird in the base is a hundred times smarter than you. You can circle the playground 5 times and immediately
,immediately
The three instructors were like mad dogs biting everywhere on the training ground, and they were not the only ones who were punished. That guy David made a joke to Owen when he was passing by, and instructor Lot happened to see it, so he became
Owen's companion.
An hour later, the obstacle course finally ended. The group lined up with their exhausted bodies, and then were told to go on a 10-kilometer cross-country journey.
The three instructors have successfully become the most hated people in the entire base through their own efforts. The female relatives of the three have been collectively greeted countless times.
More than 100 team members were running on the beach and were asked to sing military songs. They were obviously very tired, but they still had to keep up their spirits because the instructor might not know when he would issue some weird orders. If not,
If you hear it, you will be punished.
Owen didn't know what Satan looked like before, but now he knew what these three guys looked like. He thought of an idiom from his previous life: "hateful appearance".
Sure enough, the routine tricking started again.
Instructor Brown suddenly asked them to throw their hats into the sea with all their strength, and then go to the sea to pick up the hats after doing 20 push-ups. Those who could not find the hats would be punished, and the last 10 people would also be punished.
Owen did push-ups as fast as he could and then rushed into the sea. When he rushed back from the sea wet and exhausted, he really wanted to lie on the ground. But he still resisted. Lying on the ground would also be punished.
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Seeing the 10 slowest people being sent to swim 500 meters, everyone felt sympathy for them. The sea water in San Diego remains below 15 degrees Celsius all year round, and people can easily get hypothermia if they stay in it for a long time.
While they were being punished, the remaining people were waiting on the beach. This was probably one of the few times of rest that day. Owen wished they could swim for a while longer, but those who were punished came back quickly.
Next, the instructor’s trick came again.
They first asked everyone to lie on the ground and let the waves beat for a while. After they were all soaked, they started rolling on the wet beach.
The instructor also asked them to dig their hands deeply into the sand, then take out a handful of sand and raise it in the air to ensure that the sand can fall into every crevice of the body.
The instructors call these sugar cookies. The sand sticks to the body and hurts the skin, but no one cares about you at all. Then the students have to continue training wearing wet clothes stained with sand.
Then they have to do calisthenics on the beach, which is similar to radio gymnastics, but a little more difficult.
Doing exercises is actually very easy if you do it half-heartedly, but if you take it seriously, jumping around for half an hour is actually very tiring, not to mention that the sand rubs in the clothes like razor blades.
Inflamed skin from abrasions can quickly become infected and fester, but until it's over, no one cares whether you're injured or not until you ring the bell and quit.
This is only the first day, and everyone is thinking about how to survive the rest of the day.
It’s not surprising that someone quits, but it’s surprising that no one quits. There are always people who come here full of longing, and some people regard joining the SEALs as their dream, but it’s hard to say whether it’s worth risking your life for the dream.
One afternoon, Owen finally figured it out. Not only did these guys want to drain their energy, but they also tortured them mentally and physically, leaving them on the verge of collapse at all times.
The group of people was rushed to the decontamination room to be baptized with high-pressure water cannons just like the first day. Everyone understood that water cannons would probably be their daily routine in the future.
Around four o'clock in the afternoon, the training finally ended. s1;
They were trained non-stop for a full 12 hours. Everyone seemed to be paralyzed and fell on the bed as soon as they returned to the camp.
Their goal was achieved. More than 100 students were exhausted from the torture, and many of them had huge doubts about why they still came here.
In the morning, it was still running, push-ups, sit-ups, and various basic physical training. Everyone already knew the behavior of the three instructors, and they tried their best not to make mistakes.
Their day is almost non-stop running.
The next day, also at four o'clock, that hateful voice appeared again.
When they came out of the decontamination room, shivering like drowned rats, and lined up again on the beach, they discovered that there were eight helmets neatly arranged under the fog clock.
At this time, there were less than 120 people left in their 150-person team, and nearly one-fifth of them had left. The moment those people rang the bell, their dreams of seals were shattered.
Those people left silently at night, and no one wanted to quit as a coward under the gaze of other comrades during the day.
In addition, I eat three meals a day, all on the way to and from the cafeteria.
Except for the many people who gave up in the first three days, almost no one rang the bell in the following days. Those who could adapt were already used to this kind of life, and those who were not used to it had rang the bell and left.
Once you persist in this kind of painful days, it becomes a habit, and you feel less tired after the first three days.
The training on the second day was basically the same as the first day, except that the intensity was a little more intense. Sometimes the instructor would ask them to change into long-sleeved military uniforms and run with weapons and equipment, and sometimes they would be asked to do it in groups of five.
The group ran carrying the inflatable boat.
Running on the beach is really not an easy task. It is common for wet sand to fill up the hems of your shoes and trousers during running. As for the specific feeling, you can try wearing long pants and military boots on the beach at high tide.
running.
Although not making mistakes does not make them exercise less, at least they can avoid being scolded. Compared with the physical pain, the mental torture is even more difficult for them to accept.