My grandfather's mother Li Yunlong beat up Langya at the beginning

As night fell, the soldiers, who had been working hard for half a day, were finally able to lie down on their cots.

Thanks to Sean's terrifying amount of training, there are now a lot of empty spaces in some tents.

In just half a day, at least twenty people were eliminated!

Zhuang Yan slept beside Li Fan, looking at the simple tent roof, and sighed softly, "This is too terrifying, endless running with weights, endless strength training.

The environment of this training camp is really harsh. It is barren everywhere, with sandstorms blowing from time to time, and the food is hard to swallow.

When will this end?!"

Li Fan also looked at the top of the tent and said in a low but firm voice, "No matter how tired we are, we must persevere, otherwise we will definitely be looked down upon by soldiers from other countries."

After a pause, he continued soothingly:

"Besides, this kind of overload training can easily break through one's own limits and become a better version of oneself!"

Li Fan's words hit Zhuang Yan's heart hard.

As the former said, no matter what the result is, at least you have to squeeze yourself dry in order to achieve growth and progress!

When everyone fell asleep, Sean and his jackals quietly separated and went to the soldiers' tents.

They opened the curtain and fired several canisters of tear gas.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss~~~" The choking smoke filled the tent, waking up a group of soldiers who were still sleeping.

They jumped out of bed and rushed outside desperately.

At this time, the instructors, wearing gas masks, beat them back with sticks and shouted:

“命令，携带所有大口径单兵武器，于明日凌晨 1:23 分之前抵达目的地；坐标为：1°18′02″S 36°50′50″E，行动代码 WYSHKH29.......”

Because the instructors were wearing gas masks, it was difficult to hear what they were repeating even if they shouted at the top of their lungs, not to mention that there was tear gas in the tent.

The soldiers could only endure the discomfort and quickly memorize the command information.

The stimulation of tear gas made the soldiers' eyes burst into tears, their vision became blurred and breathing became difficult.

But they knew that they had to remember the command information as soon as possible, otherwise they would be trapped in the tent and find it difficult to escape!

A soldier frowned and tried hard to listen to the instructor's words, but due to the influence of tear gas, he could only hear some vague sounds.

He was extremely anxious and kept repeating the vague information in his mind, trying to piece it together.

Another soldier covered his mouth and nose, closed his eyes, and tried to remember the command information by recalling it.

But the tear gas clouded his thoughts and made it difficult for him to concentrate.

After trying several times, some soldiers still couldn't remember the command information, they began to break down and curse at the instructors.

"What are you doing? This is too much!" a soldier shouted angrily.

"How can we remember orders in this situation? You are deliberately making things difficult for us!" another soldier said.

The instructors turned a deaf ear to the soldiers' complaints and curses. They just continued to carry out their tasks and ensured that every soldier could hear the command information.

On the other side, Li Fan and Zhuang Yan prostrated themselves on the ground, closed their eyes, covered their mouths and noses, put aside all distractions, and began to forcefully memorize key information.

Li Fan concentrated his energy and focused all his attention on listening.

He tried hard to distinguish the instructor's voice and imprint every word deeply in his mind.

He knew that in this situation, only by staying calm and focused could he remember the command information.

Zhuang Yan did the same. He closed his eyes and tried to feel the instructor's voice with his heart.

He kept repeating the key information in his mind to make sure he didn't forget it.

Five minutes later, Li Fan rushed out of the tent and began to repeat the order: "Carry all large-caliber individual weapons and arrive at the destination before 1:23 am tomorrow; the coordinates are: 1°18′02″S......"

After listening to the information Li Fan recited, an instructor wrote and drew on a notebook to record his performance.

After a while, Zhuang Yan also rushed out of the tent and successfully repeated the order.

Of course, there are also opportunists.

Murphy, a soldier from the British Empire, rushed out of the tent before he could finish memorizing, and was then ruthlessly thrown back into the tent by the instructor, who also threw a tear gas canister in.

Murphy's screams and the other soldiers' wailing and shouting were suddenly heard in the tent.

They were choked by tear gas and filled with despair and anger.

And those soldiers who succeeded in repeating the order were filled with sadness.

They know that this is just the beginning and there are more challenges waiting for them.

The other soldiers were shocked by the speed of Li Fan and Zhuang Yan.

They didn't understand why these two people could remember the command information so quickly under the same circumstances.

They began to feel a sense of admiration for Li Fan and Zhuang Yan.

In this challenging training camp, every soldier is constantly challenging his or her limits.

After last night's brutal memory training, everyone understood one thing: this training camp was not a place that ordinary people could endure.

Therefore, when they woke up in the morning this morning, Li Fan and Zhuang Yan were surprised to find that under the flag stand not far away, they could vaguely see a few people putting down their helmets solemnly and reluctantly, and then turned away without mercy.

Gazing at their desolate backs, Zhuang Yan said softly, as if to encourage himself, "Unless I'm forced to withdraw, I'll stay here with you!"

Li Fan patted his shoulder gently, looked ahead with a firm gaze, and strode forward.

He didn't need encouragement or affirmation. He knew in his heart that neither he nor Zhuang Yan would give this damned hunter training camp any chance to lower their national flag.

This is a matter of dignity. Who wants to be a coward?

The morning training continued the physical training from yesterday afternoon.

The sixty or so trainees who stayed behind, carrying heavy backpacks, followed Sean's vehicle with their heads down, constantly adjusting their breathing.

Some who still have energy left quietly quicken their pace, trying to challenge their own limits.

Sean stood in the back of the SUV, holding a megaphone, and kept trash-talking them:

"Hurry up, you bitches! Before joining the camp, each of your resumes had the word "elite" written all over them. In my opinion, that's all bullshit!"

"Your feet are filled with lead? You can't move forward? Don't hold on, you bastards! Take off your helmet and enjoy a wonderful life. Why not?"