Don’t Pretend, I’m Actually Taking Special Forces

Zhao Meng was dizzy from the sun, when will he be tall!

"Brother Qin, the temperature here is too strange, I suspect it's more than 40 degrees."

It was true, but there was no order for any of them to leave, and everyone baked in the sun for more than an hour.

Ryerson stood in front, with a superior attitude, "Our training here is very humane and allows you to get enough rest. Is one hour enough? If not, another hour."

Good guy, it's another hour, everyone will suffer from heat stroke, such a high temperature, and being in the sun for a long time, isn't this fatal?

The instructor next to him said kindly: "Sir, today's temperature has reached 43°C. I'm worried that this will cause problems. Why don't we let them cool down before doing other training tasks."

Everyone was excited when they heard that it could lower the temperature, but when the instructor took them to the so-called cooling place, everyone was dumbfounded.

What kind of situation is this? What caught their eyes was a long row of stinky gutters. Under the insults of those instructors, they had no choice but to jump down this dirty stinky gutter. The current temperature is more than 40 degrees. The smell in the ditch can be imagined.

They soaked in the stinky ditch for more than ten minutes, and several instructors came over with a cart of logs, and they started to squat up and down with the logs as a unit of four.

Qin Yuan's usual training is already demonic enough, but he didn't expect it to be more exaggerated here. This is completely rubbing people's willpower on the ground.

They started lifting logs in a group of four, because there were too many people, and the water in the stinky ditch would rush up if they moved casually, and the smell was even more disgusting.

"You bastards! Are you a man? The speed is so slow, the grandmother at the door is faster than you?"

In the midst of constant insults, accompanied by gunshots, bullets hit their scalps at any time, and they were not used to the bullets at first, because they rarely came into contact with live ammunition during training.

Now everyone has gradually gotten used to it. The explosive grenade exploded in the ditch next to it, and the smelly water surged even more, and several dead animals floated up.

In this stinking ditch, they held the logs for more than half an hour, and they came up under the order of the instructor.

However, this is just an appetizer for the afternoon training. They need to form a group of four in the high temperature of more than 40 degrees, holding logs and starting to attack.

Qin Yuan took the lead in the front and kept the leading position, but Zhao Meng at the back couldn't hold on anymore. Love doesn't mean to be the first in everything, he just wants to prove himself to those people, the people of Longguo are no better than anyone bad.

He and Zhao Meng switched positions and came to the end, and then asked them to lean on the logs against themselves. Basically, the weight of the logs was on him, and each log weighed at least 40 kilograms.

"Brother Qin, this won't work. You'll consume too much physical energy later on. What should I do?"

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm very relaxed now. I don't feel anything at all. Keep your speed. You must not let those Americans overtake us. I just want them to see that we are number one."

Dalong turned his head and saw that the Americans had already been left behind by them. So far they are the first in the team.