Chapter 37: The limit has been reached

Style: Historical Author: Passenger in the South China SeaWords: 1606Update Time: 24/01/11 07:11:24
"If I had known I could hang a kettle, Lao Jiang, I wouldn't have followed your example!"

Li Hao now wants to cry but has no tears.

The other three classes of students also felt regretful.

If you rest for a few more minutes, you might be able to hold on for a while longer in this second group!

At this time, Jiang Fan was not feeling well either.

Two kettles are no joke.

After only holding on for a minute, not only was the pain in my elbow unbearable, but my arms were also extremely sore and numb.

Fortunately, his willpower was tempered when he was a soldier in his previous life, so he could grit his teeth and persevere.

But Wu Chong was not so lucky.

After holding on for less than two minutes, my hands felt numb, and the kettle banged and hit the ground.

"cut!"

"I thought he was so awesome! He even wanted to challenge our Lao Jiang!"

The students from Class Three couldn't help but whisper when they heard the sound.

This voice was also heard by Su He, and he immediately cursed: "You have the nerve to criticize others!"

"At least my two kettles lasted two minutes, how about you?"

"Look at your shaking kettle and the veins on your face. What qualifications do you have to criticize others?"

As soon as Su He finished speaking, Li Hao's kettle hit the ground.

"Li Hao! Add two minutes!" Su He's voice continued to sound.

"My day!"

Li Hao was about to cry.

It’s only one minute away, why can’t I hold on!

Immediately afterwards, other students couldn't hold on one after another, and their water bottles hit the ground.

"Except for Jiang Fan, everyone else gets two extra minutes!"

"Woooooo~ My hand is going to break!"

Everyone's faces were a little distorted because their hands were sore.

After Wu Chong dropped the kettle, he raised his gun again and looked towards Jiang Fan.

After seeing that Jiang Fan was not very relaxed, his mood improved a little.

At least it gave him a little hope of transcendence.

Indeed, Jiang Fan now has no rest and added two more water bottles. He is not far from the limit now.

His arms were shaking slightly.

Even with the Cactus Sweat Locking Skill, his face was still dripping with sweat.

It can be seen that he is really tired from this training.

Jiang Fan gritted his teeth tightly and kept his eyes on his sight.

He didn't turn his head to one side because he felt uncomfortable like other students.

The stability effect achieved by practicing this way is not very good!

The so-called stability, in his opinion, means that the gun needs to be held steady under the premise of absolute aim.

But now, after holding on for less than three minutes and adding two water bottles, he was almost unable to hold on, which showed that he was still relatively weak in this aspect.

Having been a soldier for several years in his previous life, he definitely knew.

If that's all it is, the best you can do is shoot the gun well.

But it is far from enough to reach the level of gun king.

Especially snipers, they would lie there holding their guns for at least a few hours, or at most a few days!

The training process of top snipers is much more cruel than what they are now.

It is not just as simple as hanging a kettle, but also throwing mice, snakes, grasshoppers, ants and other things on you.

There is a long way to go!

Jiang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

"Jiang Fan, it's time!"

Su He looked at the time and shouted directly to Jiang Fan.

Although Jiang Fan said he could practice whatever he wanted.

But he also noticed that Jiang Fan had reached his limit at this time, so he told him the time smoothly.

But this time, Jiang Fan didn't show off. As if his body had been drained, he put down the gun and lay down, breathing heavily.

Zhao Dong came over and joked: "I finally saw your physical limit! I really thought you could persist without rest!"

Jiang Fan sat up slowly, wiped the sweat from his face, and said with a smile: "I am also a normal person of flesh and blood, okay!"

Jiang Fan said, raising his hand and looking at his elbow, there was already a trace of blood flowing out of the worn skin.

But Jiang Fan didn't care either.

The pain of the broken skin is nothing.

This process must be experienced.

It has to be worn out many times before a cocoon can grow.

Moreover, you have to let your elbow get used to the painful feeling of friction.

"What's the matter? Do the next three groups need to hang two kettles?" Zhao Dongxiao asked.

Jiang Fan said: "Of course! I will definitely add more!"

"OK!"

Zhao Dong laughed and said: "I really don't believe you can hold on! I can tell you, no matter you have one kettle or two kettles, once it touches the ground, you will still be punished."

Jiang Fan looked confident: "Just come here!"

The students in Class Three were on the verge of tears when they heard the conversation between the two.

They couldn't hold up even one kettle, but Jiang Fan could hang on to two and still hold on until the end.

They both carry one head on two shoulders. Why is there such a big gap?