"Faster, faster, faster."
"If you don't want to train hungry, don't end up in the bottom five."
"Hunter Academy does not cultivate waste. If you don't want to be eliminated, you will run for your life and work hard to death. The one who can persevere until the end is the winner."
"Friendly reminder, extreme cross-country results are calculated on a group basis."
Under the shouts and urgings of Long Zhan and a group of instructors, a group of students showed their magical powers across the sea. They did not seek good grades, but just wanted to run ahead of others.
Long Zhan was very leisurely sitting on the Hummer off-road vehicle, while the students were crawling around on the sand and mud.
The contrast is overwhelming!
Zhuang Yan and He Chenguang, who originally performed well on the Devil's Road and got the best results, ran at the back of the team this time.
It's not that the physical fitness of the two is not as good as other students, but that the two of them have bad luck.
Two students in Group 8, where they belong, suffered accidental injuries respectively during the previous Devil's Road training and cliff climbing training.
One of them had a sprained right foot, and the other had a nail piercing his sole.
In this 10-kilometer long extreme sport, the two of them had injuries on their feet and could not keep up with the others. As the team leader, He Chenguang had no choice but to help.
Zhuang Yan couldn't bear that He Chenguang was dragging two burdens on his own, so he could only go over and share one of them with him.
Number 9, who was in the same group, ran very fast. He didn't care about the two injured students at all. He just focused on running and followed the first echelon.
In the end, he passed the finish line in the central square and came to the rest area with a third place result.
pity.
Number 9 will have to pay the price for his selfishness.
Fortunately, there were four in the 8th group among the last five. All five were punished and became the bottom five, and were disqualified from having lunch by Long Zhan.
"Fuck you, Falk."
No. 9 was so angry that he cursed loudly and looked at the other four people in the group with dissatisfaction.
He believed that these four guys were holding him back, causing him, an "excellent student" who ranked third, to suffer an unreasonable disaster.
He didn't realize that after receiving so much training in the morning, he still had the physical strength to run in third place.
If only he had some sense of solidarity, he could help He Chenguang and Zhuang Yan take care of the wounded.
With three capable people and two injured people, there is a high probability that they can run in the middle of the team and avoid ending up in the bottom five.
this meal.
He can eat it too.
It's a pity that his selfishness got him killed.
If No. 9 cannot wake up, his end is basically doomed.
Just like when Clay was in the Green Team, if he couldn't return from the lone wolf mentality back to the wolf team, his military height would stop there.
"Let's eat!"
Long Zhan gave an order, and the students rushed towards the place where the food was distributed like wolves and tigers.
After being tortured all morning, I was really hungry.
However, the students who thought they could have a big meal ended up getting only a palm-sized corn tortilla and a two-finger-wide piece of lunch meat.
Add a bowl of vegetable soup with no trace of oily smell and clear soup with little water.
For people who spend a lot of energy, this thing is not enough to fill the gap between the teeth, not to mention filling the stomach.
However, students here have no right to speak and can only hold back and eat wildly.
No matter how few mosquito legs are, they are still meat.
When you are so hungry that your chest is pressed against your back, it is important to stuff your stomach with edible food first, and then do other things after eating.
Of course, this is only what most students think, and there are a few who don't think so.
The two injured students, who were helped by He Chenguang and Zhuang Yan and managed to finish the race with great difficulty, were completely overwhelmed emotionally at this time.
Accepting help from others to reach the finish line was inherently embarrassing in the eyes of the two of them.
It took a lot of effort to get here, but there was no food at the end.
Under the double blow, the fire that had been suppressed in his heart suddenly burst out.
The sprained ankle had swollen into a big lump. The black trainee did not go to the medical center to continue training due to pain. He gasped and said, "I protest against this...abusive...training. I can't understand it."
"I protest too."
No. 12 persisted even though his feet were pierced by nails. Angrily, he took off his helmet and smashed it on the ground. He pointed at Long Zhan and coaxed: "I want to go to the military court to sue you. This is not training. You are abusing you. It’s a violation of human rights.”
"Abuse? Haha."
Long Zhan laughed and walked out, pointed at the two of them and sternly mocked: "Listen here, you two stupid pigs, you can accuse me, but before you accuse me, ring the damn fog bell first. , admit that you are a coward."
"I'm not a coward."
No. 12 gave Long Zhan a hard look, picked up his helmet without hesitation, stood up, and limped toward the fog clock.
"Wait, John."
No. 13 yelled and ran out of the team, stood in front of No. 12 and said, "You can't go. If you go, you will be eliminated."
Numbers 13 and 12 are both from the British Special Forces, and they have a good relationship in private.
"I would rather leave this damn place than be insulted by this bastard here. I must sue him. The fault is not mine."
No. 12 was completely immersed in anger and could not hear other people's advice at all.
Push No. 13 away and continue walking towards the fog clock.
Completely forgetting that when No. 13 was taking a tranquilizer, he was by his side to remind No. 13 not to disgrace the country and to remember the honor on his shoulders.
"Hey hey hey, calm down, man."
"Don't be like this, things haven't reached that point yet."
"You are in pretty good condition. You can go to the hospital for some rest and treatment. You can continue on. There is no need to give up at this time."
Five or six students gathered around, trying to persuade No. 12 not to be so impulsive.
Unfortunately they all failed.
No. 12, who has been completely controlled by anger, has completely lost his reason and calmness, and cannot listen to a word anyone says.
The more others persuaded him, the angrier he became.
In order to relieve the explosion of anger in my heart, I started to take off my clothes while walking.
Rifles, backpacks, body armor, tactical vests...
Everything that could be dragged down was dragged down by No. 12 and thrown to the ground. As he walked over, he threw it all the way to the ground.
The black students who first stood up to protest felt that they had taken the wrong lead, which led to the scene before them.
Feeling guilty, he endured the pain in his legs, ran over and grabbed No. 12 to persuade him: "No. 12, once you knock, you won't regret it. You have to think clearly."
"Get out of my way!"
The more he tried to persuade him, the angrier he became. No. 12 yelled and pushed the black student away. He came directly to the fog bell, picked up the gavel and knocked on it without hesitation.
"when--"
The fog bell rang with a crisp sound.
The long and melodious sound spread throughout the entire Hunter Academy, and resounded deep in the souls of every student, causing the senior to feel the complicated emotions of a refugee.
