e—to—hell. (Welcome to hell)”

More than fifty soldiers looked at the coldness in simple eyes and felt a little scared.

Especially the twenty or so female soldiers, they realized at this time why they were so tolerant of them yesterday afternoon, so that they could understand what hell was more.

....

I simply looked at more than fifty soldiers lying on the ground not far away, maintaining the gun-holding posture. Unlike ordinary gun-holding training, there was a stone hanging on the barrel, which even more required the soldiers' endurance to last...

The soldiers in the reconnaissance company have become accustomed to this training method. In a short period of time, only the female soldiers and the few male soldiers transferred through this recruit competition are a little overwhelmed, and their postures are soon wrong.

As the auditor of the selection of members of the Wind Commando this time, Xiang Heng naturally had no choice but to do supervision.

The way men train soldiers is savage and rude, and it is also possible that Gu Jiu trained them like that before.

Xiang Heng kicked one of the soldiers directly in the hand, and the gun fell, and the hoarse voice roared:

"Even the gun is not stable. If you go to the battlefield, will you give the enemy a head and make meritorious contributions?"

After saying that, he paused, turned his head to look at the dozens of figures beside him, and directly cursed and mocked him:

"You are all trash. People like you are typical cannon fodder when they go to the battlefield. Why? They want to be executed bravely and be buried in the Martyrs' Garden after their death. I will give you a first-class merit?"

The male soldiers lowered their heads and maintained a standard gun-holding posture. They did not say discomfort or had any objections to Xiang Heng's sarcasm.

Maybe it’s because men are like this, and they have long been used to the instructor’s sternness.

The severity now is just to prevent them from shedding less blood when they really need to contribute.

But the female soldier next to her didn't think so.

"Does it sound so ugly? He wishes us dead, right?"

"That's right, and in peacetime, how can we fight and send heads to bury the Martyrs' Garden!"

"No, let's talk about it, even the instructors, you can't scold the soldiers like this! It can be an insult to say that we are trash!"

“…”

No matter how much the female soldiers lowered their voices, the male soldiers were so arrogant that they dared not breathe. Naturally, they could hear the low voices more or less.

I have to say that these female soldiers are sometimes quite annoying, and they are really brainless and pretentious.

No wonder most of the female soldiers are in the logistics and communication field...

Xiang Heng turned around, walked towards the female soldiers with great strides, and then asked in a low voice: "Who said I insulted you just now?"

The female soldiers pursed their lips and could only enjoy their mouths, but they were so cowardly that they dared not say anything.

"Dare you dare not admit it?" Xiang Heng's face turned a little cold, aggravated the resentment in his voice: "I count three times, no one stood up, and I will bear the consequences..."

The scars on Xiang Heng's face made him look a little hideous and terrifying. If the bad guy could see it at a glance, then Xiang Heng would be the evil appearance that could be seen with his eyes.

When he counted to three, a female soldier finally raised her hand weakly and said softly: "Report, I don't mean that..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiang Heng suddenly stepped forward and kicked the female soldier on the waist, scaring the female soldiers around him, even the male soldiers, so much that they breathed.

They never expected Xiang Heng to attack a female soldier.

Xiang Heng just lowered his eyes and looked at the female soldier who was curled up on the ground in a cold manner. He mocked him mercilessly: "I mean that I mean that you are garbage and you are highly respectful to you. Garbage can still be used by waste. You are just a pile of mud that cannot be supported on the wall, and you can only rot in the ground and smell stinking!"

These words made the soldiers feel uncomfortable and their self-esteem was attacked...

At this time, a female soldier stood up and said loudly in righteousness: "Report--We are not trash. Please take back your inappropriate words and apologize to us!"

It's Cynthia.

Cynthia's voice attracted all the attention of the soldiers.

There was a female soldier who was beaten, which means that Xiang Heng had no distinction between men and women. Why did there be a bird who stood up to join me foolishly?

The simple person on the side narrowed his eyes slightly, and he looked completely relaxed in watching the show.

"What are you not garbage? Waste?" Xiang Heng's eyes were always filled with disdain.

As the only female soldier of the Blast Commando, he passed countless trainings to allow him to accept her strength.

From the sudden exercise at the beginning, it can be seen that these female soldiers were all women who had even touched the fire.

What else can these female soldiers do when they go to the battlefield, besides giving heads to the enemy and increasing the number of deaths on our side?

"We are not garbage or waste. We are soldiers from Country A!" Cynthia was a little angry and competed with Xiang Heng.

"Soldier?" Xiang Heng lowered his voice, "The first thing a soldier's duty is to obey absolutely. I didn't let you get up. Who allowed you to put down your gun?"

"Then you must apologize to us for your excessive words, otherwise we will not accept you from the bottom of our hearts."

"Don't accept it?" Xiang Heng's eyes moved, and he looked at Cynthia's pretty little face with his eyes. With a raised foot, Cynthia was undoubtedly kicked and fell on the female soldiers around him...

Another one who was beaten, made the soldiers crawling on the ground around him breathe slightly and cautiously. He began to fear Xiang Heng in front of him from the bottom of his heart...

Xiang Heng, a veteran of the Breeze Commando, Gu Jiu is busy with official duties, so the Breeze Commando is managed by Xiang Heng most of the time.

His code name is impermanence.

The few people watching the fun on the side were not surprised by Xiang Heng's behavior.

Sang Linsen, who was originally hiding on the commanding heights, pushed the simple next to him, and laughed and joked:

"Simple, your soldiers were beaten. Do you need to protect yourself as an instructor?"

He raised his eyebrows simply and had a smile on his lips: "Is it not certain that the soldiers under my command?"

In a week, it is not certain whether Cynthia can hold on!

"By the way, what's going on with you?" Suan said to change the subject.

The people sent by the reconnaissance company this time seem to have very good results in the company. Are you trying to squeeze Lu Jingzhou, Sang Linsen and others into substitute?

Lu Jingzhou frowned and responded with uncertainty: "It seems like he wants to add two more people."

After simply transferring the Wind Commando, they only had six left. Compared with the standard of eight to ten people in a squad, they were obviously insufficient.

"Why haven't you seen Baishu and the others?" Jian continued to ask.

"I'm going out for a mission." Lu Jingzhou responded casually.

Simply frowned, "Then do you know, when our training camp is over, do you have any tasks?"

"As for now, there is no war, our special forces team is all auxiliary, and generally assists the armed police, or some anti-drug criminals to complete some tasks. They usually issue tasks to mobilize personnel, and they will not say that they will help with the action in a week. What? Does the captain tell you that you will be given a task after the training camp?"

He simply lowered his head, thought about it thoughtfully, and then shook his head, "If you say that, it may not be."

It's not a task, it should be a date!

Maybe I want to take her out for a meal, have a romantic surprise or something?

"Hey, you are still nonsense. Are you really not going to stop me? If you continue to fight like this, the female soldier will be hospitalized even if he doesn't die..." Sang Linsen interrupted the conversation between the two.

After Sang Linsen spoke, Jian and the others came to their senses and focused on the training ground.

After being beaten again and again, Cynthia stood up again and again, saying two words persistently:

"Apologize."

Simple eyebrows are frivolous, and a faint curve is pulled out of the corner of the mouth, and then move forward-

Xiang Heng kicked his side and was about to hit Cinthia again. This was just a quick-witted person and pulled Cinthia out of nowhere.

Simple smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth: "Xiang Heng, it's almost done!"

What's wrong with it? She is the one who is hard to explain.

Xiang Heng looked at the smile on the corner of Jian's mouth, then his eyes moved slightly, and he placed his eyes on Cinthia, who was a little unsteady even standing beside her. He took a deep breath inwardly, gave Jian the face and let her go.

but……

"Just now, who said that it is a time of peace and war is impossible?"

As soon as the words were finished, the female soldiers all lowered their heads and no one dared to say anything.

"Do you want me to count three times?" The temperature in Xiang Heng's voice dropped a little bit again, and his eyes were full of recklessness.

After the words came, one of the female soldiers rang out in a crying voice:

“Report – I just hope for peace.”

Everyone looked at the female soldier who was making a sound. She pursed her lips hard, and her face was already covered with tears, but she did not dare to cry.

She was afraid that she would be beaten like Cynthia.

Some people say that women's tears are the best weapon of attack on men.

But in Xiang Heng and the others' eyes, it was extremely dazzling, and they even wanted to dig out those tears...

"From the September 18th incident in 1931, our army suffered more than 3.3 million casualties, and the rough statistics of the casualties of the people was about 35 million people died in that war, and the number of deaths on the enemy was only about two million! What's the concept? It's because you trash are greedy for comfort, because you are weak and incompetent."

Xiang Heng said loudly, as if he had used all his strength to yell, wanting to wake up some soldiers who were trying to live a peaceful life.

"Worry about the world first. If the two million soldiers in A country think like you, when the enemy's shells hit your door, you can only be like a beast and be slaughtered!"

As soon as the words came, the male soldiers' eyes turned red. Xiang Heng's words seemed to remind them of the tragic history that they had to forget in the past, and made the bloody male hidden in their hearts become active again.

The female soldier was so fierce that she shed tears even more fiercely by Xiang Heng, and she couldn't help but make sobs.

Xiang Heng was a little upset. He turned his gaze to Jian who was beside him and threw down a sentence in anger:

"Your own soldiers, train yourself."

After saying that, he took a step forward, returned to the training area of ​​the male soldier and shouted loudly:

"Cut the gun in your hands tightly, look ahead, don't relax..."

He simply lowered his eyes and looked at the twenty-two female soldiers lying in front of him. There was disdain, indifference, and despise. Of course, there were some other things.
Chapter completed!