I was speechless to my question. It was indeed my first time here, but I don’t know why I just feel familiar with it, as if I have been here for many years.

On the first day I came, I had a good concern with the class monitor. I didn’t believe it. Just like those novels, I sneered at it every time I read it, absolutely not believe it. I always thought it was nonsense, but this nonsense happened to me, which made me feel bad.

I didn't ask who the squad leader gave the cigarette in the end. Since he gave it to him, it was his. Whether he gave it to him or not has a big relationship with me. I hope he can give it to the right person, which will be beneficial to his future military career.

The training of a recruit begins. As a zombie, I have been much better than others in all subjects, and I am ranked among the top in any of them.

Needless to mention the strength of the arm, I threw a few hundred kilograms of stones as if it wasn't there, and I could throw a grenade into other cities.

Needless to say, the gun is easy to hit, and it is almost a hit. The veterans are not sure about me. All the projects are the best, and they have almost become the legend of the recruits.

My affairs quickly alarmed many relevant departments, such as the reconnaissance company, and these people were waiting, waiting for my recruit battalion to steal people as soon as it was over, and whoever got it was.

I made a reservation for the field troops, and they didn't do anything else, but no one expected that when they fought and snatched them, I was already recruited, the Black Tiger Special Forces Brigade.

I was assigned to the reconnaissance company. The company commander seemed to be very interested in me. From the moment he was sent to him, the company commander began to torment me. My training intensity was twice that of others. Later, the company commander even wanted to add three times the amount of training to me.

The company commander sighed every day when he looked at me and said every day: "Oh, it's a pity for such a good soldier. What a pity. If they didn't know about it, I wouldn't send this soldier to them if I didn't kill him. Oh, it's a pity."

I completely ignored his nonsense. I came to join the army. In order to adapt to this world, it was not the same wherever I went to join the army. But later when I left, I realized that my previous thoughts were wrong, and I left too many feelings for me.

After I was trained in the reconnaissance company for a period of time, I was sent to the special selection. Actually, I didn't know that I had been ordered. If I had not been in the army for too short, I might have gone there long ago. At that time, the Special Forces Brigade originally planned to call me when my recruits were over, but then I thought about it and let it go. The military service was too short and difficult to manage.

But I was still a thorn that I couldn't explain clearly. When I was in the recruit camp, I often went out for dinner with the veterans. At that time, no one regarded me as a recruit at all because I was even more veteran than a veteran.

The special selection began, and I was taken away with the car. I knew where I was going a long time ago. Although they didn't say it, I had already guessed it.

The selection begins. You can read "Green Military Uniform" for the selection. I won't write much about the military in this book. This is just an excessive role for the protagonist and has nothing to do with the main line. Moreover, I found that I really can't touch the military anymore, and it will be very uncomfortable when I touch it.

I will just write the story below and write the story here.

At the end of the selection, we were sneak attacked. We were sleeping that night, and I heard footsteps, and I could feel their bad intentions. These were some of my previous professional habits.

I quietly got up from the bed and picked up the bed board...

I stood by the door and waited, and then the door opened, and they threw things inside, and I took the bed board and played it all, like playing baseball.

The people outside the door may have been used to it. They rushed in after throwing things in. Their instinctive reaction hurt them. After throwing things out, they rushed in. Although they felt something was wrong at the moment when they rushed in, it was too late at this time. They rushed in and started running out in less than a second.

One second was enough for me. I started the force that slowed down time. They all slowed down. I took the bed board and started slapping them out, slapping them one by one like a fly.

The ping-ping-pong scrambled and the noise was a bit loud, which woke up the sleeping brothers.

In fact, to be honest, none of the brothers who can come here to participate in the training camp are good people. They are all veterans and elite soldiers selected from each army, each with more talented people.

After a while, these soldiers woke up and rushed out with their clothes on. The speed of putting on them was extremely fast. They quickly found their respective cover points. After seeing me rushing out with the bed board, they didn't think about it, picked up the guys they could hold and rushed out with them.

At this moment, the souls of the gangsters and gangsters in China were attached to their bodies. At this moment, they were not soldiers, they were not a group of people, they were possessed by ruffians in China. I really couldn't connect the soldiers with the group of people in front of me, because this scene was so much like a gangster fight......

Did they all make ends meet before they came to join the army? This is too professional. Even professional gangsters have to give a thumbs up when they come.

We were beating them there, and it was really no different from fighting hooligans. They rushed out with weapons, and the guy in their hands hit everyone in black clothes and face, and then they beat them up, without a single blow, but they were definitely fist-to-handed.

I don’t know when this scene started, but maybe it was already messy at the beginning. When I rushed out with the door panel, I turned the war into a fight between gangsters.

We were still beating them, holding the sticks they brought, and those sticks were intended to be used to hit us, but now we are using them, and we are beating them with their weapons.

This may really make them unforgettable forever, and they will never meet them again in their lives.

The scene was extremely chaotic, and the most noticeable thing was me. I stood there with the door panel. When I saw that the person was about to stand up, I went up to give him a door panel, and the door panel would directly knock him down.

Some people used the bed board to hit people like me, but they were surprised to find that the bed board was so heavy that they wanted to pick it up like me and say that nothing could be done at all. In the end, they all chose sticks.
Chapter completed!