Get me out of his (Slavic expletive)!"

"So, to make up for his stupid accuracy, he needs to do 100 fewer squats."

At most today, I am exchanging myself for a prison mate.

In Diyi's training ground, both the concentration camp guards and prisoners were watching someone's joke at this moment.

"Since the goal is to knock down the enemy, we can only endure the will of the earth and defeat his enemy within an hour, or survive his enemy's attack."

"Yes, that is important. The important thing is, Xia, to be honest with you, does he really want to live?"

Reznov tried to straighten his tongue, but obviously failed.

If you go up there like that, I'm afraid if you shoot Peter Sharger, your Oriental cellmate will muscle his muscles and die in his sleep.

"Very bad. It seems he realized his accuracy."

In the physical training field to the east, training officer Peter Shajie stood in the middle of the field with a clear face, staring at every disgusting socialist garbage with his light blue eyes, and finally looked at the face of a certain thin and strong monkey.

After freezing for a second, he issued an order in a high voice.

Taking a step forward, Peter Shajie said calmly.

Standing up with Shartev, Luofu swallowed the bloody smell outside his mouth and looked at Jiang Yuchenfu without hesitation.

Glancing mockingly at Luo Fu, who had not yet approached the cripple, training officer Peter Jiang Yu spoke in a low voice.

Tell you, Chinaman, are you wrong? How many kilograms less does he weigh?"

When Peter Jiang Yu turned around and left, Luo Fu's face was not yet full of pale despair.

His mouth moved a few times, and he subconsciously observed the surrounding environment before Shartev said loudly.

What a pity...

"That's right... Regardless of his stature or his behavior, he is indeed one of these despicable yellow-skinned monkeys hiding under the big island in the east. Although he also hates these damn Germans,

But that's not why he can talk back to you.

Tell you, Chinaman, why did he raise his stupid left hand? Do you remember that Adjutant Sergey has not told him yet, outside that, the first thing he has to learn is to obey, but when you say

One word and he will raise his damn stupid left hand to interrupt you."

"The seventh training, core push-ups and pull-ups, two hours, 500 each, end!"

Without the slightest pity or kindness, at 9:40, Peter Shajie enthusiastically released the eighth training program.

At worst, he was simply given an unbearable amount of training and died on the spot; at worst, he was thrown out of the wolf kennel to feed the wolf dogs that had been starving for several days before being shot.

"Finish!"

"Xia Jie, but it doesn't matter Xia Jie, brother, what's your name?"

Rove tried to joke in his own way, but Shartev's expression showed no signs of being amused. Instead, he became more serious, causing Rove to mistakenly think that his words had offended the other party.

Unintentionally, he glanced at the dead-looking Luo Fe, and Peter Shajie's voice was as hot as ever.

"Thank him……"

"You scum! It's time to stretch your muscles! Get out of here!"

Following Shartev, Rolf gritted his teeth and listened carefully.

We know that if that idiot's response can satisfy Peter Xiajie, this morning's training was all about the "peerless bad butt" that has long become a legend, and even more so, he was thinking about making the bad butt feel comfortable.

Get relief from the accumulated stress.
Chapter completed!