A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 200 Special Forces Soldiers Have No Rest

Qi Huan's spoken English was really good, and every word he spoke was so clear.

But after experiencing twenty-four hours of extreme pressure, they were all in a state of daze at the moment.

Yuan Lang said that Qi Huan's two and a half hours of class will be included in the total score.

They have to memorize it firmly and then start the test.

The test scores will also be included in the total score.

To become a special forces soldier, you need more than just strong physical fitness.

Theoretical knowledge is also indispensable.

Tuo Yonggang gritted his teeth and said, "I used to envy the special forces, thinking they were more flexible than the grassroots companies. Now I'm wrong. This is simply not something a human can do. It's too torturous."

"If I had studied hard, why would I have served in the military? I would have become a scientist long ago!"

After being under extreme pressure for twenty-four hours, their minds and physical strength were completely drained.

Only the last bit of willpower is supporting my body.

Gradually, the trainees no longer had the energy to be angry, and they just looked at Yuan Lang helplessly.

Someone was secretly pinching his thigh.

Someone was among those who screwed themselves hard.

Although the physical strength was straining my body, at least I managed to move.

If you can move, it means you can continue to move forward.

But now, the sun is shining and the ground is soft.

Qi Huang was lecturing in front of him, chattering incessantly.

They went from being in motion to being still, and their mental energy, which was lacking in any tension, began to rest.

sleepy!
Sleepiness came over us like a tide, and everyone began to doze off.

They force their eyelids open, but they close them again the next second, feeling as if they have slept for a long time. But when they look around, they realize they were only closed for no more than three seconds.

Being tired is your own business, but you have to attend the class.

This is Yuan Lang’s attitude.

"I forgot to mention that for this exam, 60 points is a passing score, and 10 points will be deducted for failing!"

Yuan Lang's next words made these soldiers look extremely unhappy.

So the big head is here?

"No, I can't be eliminated!"

Chengcai suddenly felt that his chance had come. If it weren't for the conscription, he could go to college.

Since so many military kings are here, he doesn't expect to surpass everyone.

That idiot must be surpassed!

How could a semi-illiterate person who hadn't even finished high school be compared to him!
This is Chengcai’s only chance to overtake!
The two and a half hours were like hell, making all the soldiers present feel worse than death.

But Feng Yuxiu was surprised to find that his body seemed to have a photographic memory. He memorized all the tactical tips and basic theoretical knowledge that Qi Huan said in no more than five seconds.

How could a child from a rural village in Henan Province possess such a powerful memory? This is something that comes naturally to this body.

But more trainees showed desperate expressions. They had been squeezed for twenty-four hours straight and now they were asked to calm down and learn theoretical knowledge.

Their thoughts were drifting to who knows where at this moment.

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"19...27...5..."

The highest scorer this time was Wu Zhe, with 98 points.

Chengcai barely passed the exam, but what he didn't expect was that Feng Yu actually scored 80 points.

He could only comfort himself in his heart that sixty points are a great advantage and one point more is a waste.

So, for the next week, Yuan Lang continued to follow the same pattern from the first day.

What we want is comprehensive suppression.

When someone asks what to do if sudden death really happens.

The arrival of a truckload of military doctors silenced the trainees. To prevent anyone from dying suddenly, Yuan Lang brought a truckload of military doctors and equipment from afar.

But he also explained that once someone is lying on a stretcher, he will be eliminated from Old A's reserve selection.

This is the cruelty of entering Old A.

If you want to become a special forces unit that is envied by grassroots units, you have to risk your life.

It’s really a life-threatening situation. If you don’t want to risk your life, then just go back to where you came from.

After a week, everyone became weak.

So, Yuan Lang gave these poor trainees a favor.

One day off per week is allowed on Sunday.

A week seemed as long as a year, but no one gave up. Everyone was looking forward to Sunday's rest, which would allow them to replenish their exhausted strength and prepare for the next week.

At night, as soon as he returned to the dormitory, Tuo Yonggang was thrown heavily onto his bed.

Wu Zhe lay on his side on the bed for a long time without reacting. This genius had now turned into a pool of flesh.

A week later, no one dared to object to Yuan Lang's right to speak.

Feng Yuxiu tried several times, but most of the time he suppressed all 42 people.

Yuan Lang said, "Didn't you say you represent 42 trainees? Are we enemies?" "Well, then, you are one team. Anyone who dares to stand out will be ruthlessly suppressed."

Seeing the pitiful looks of those officers, Feng Yuxiu gave up.

If he were alone, Yuan Lang's training would still be a piece of cake.

Wu Zhe felt a little sympathetic towards these people. He would not be in the same situation as these officers, where he would be scolded when he returned.

Their troops were eager for him to return.

His return brought joy to the entire company.

Chengcai climbed up with great difficulty and almost fell down.

"Let's change beds. I'm really worried you'll fall and die in the middle of the night."

Chengcai gritted his teeth and said, "No, thank you."

Seeing Chengcai's inner stubbornness, Wu Zhe didn't say much.

The lights-out signal has been blown, but this time it’s not a direct shutdown.

This allowed these soldiers who had been exploited for a week to enjoy a rare feeling of familiarity.

Even Feng Yuxiu gradually relaxed.

A week!
After a whole week of extreme pressure, no one gave up. At first they didn't take it seriously.

But now, they are all stretching and gritting their teeth to see who will give up first.

But no one was the first one.

All waiting.

Still downstairs.

Yuan Lang and Qi Huan stood there expressionlessly.

Qi Huan finally showed a hint of embarrassment, "It's been a week, tomorrow is their day off."

Yuan Lang's face was expressionless. "In kindergarten? And they're on holiday. Are you their teacher? Hey, Qi Huan, didn't you go through this too?"

Qi Huan paused, then spoke with some regret, "Yes, I went through this as well, but the pressure wasn't this great. Captain, do you have a grudge against these people? This is really putting too much pressure on you. Something bad will happen."

Yuan Lang sneered, "I just made that soldier surrender. Since he can represent 41 people to fight against us, then he should be prepared to be purged. Old A doesn't need so many people in the first place. Maybe he will leave one or two, or maybe none at all."

Qi Huan was a little surprised, "Including those two?"

Yuan Lang said solemnly, "What I want are warriors who can truly entrust their lives to each other, not two uncontrollable soldiers. War is always a war between people."

So, it was suppressed for another week.

Qi Huan allowed these soldiers, who were already exhausted and fainted, to sleep for three hours.

The emergency assembly whistle was blown again.

"Emergency gathering!"

(End of this chapter)