"Run, hurry up, are you a bunch of old ladies? The old ladies run faster than you! Hurry up!!!" At the foot of Yuelu Mountain, a team of 150 people was running in the bitter cold wind, saying that this was a team of one hundred and fifty people was no longer accurate, and it was more like a team of defeated soldiers. The soldiers carried thirty kilograms of backpacks on their backs, and their bodies were covered with weapons: semi-automatic sniper rifles, submachine guns, pistols, and armed backs... The total weight on each person reached more than 45 kilograms. On the hillside, Song Yuanming shouted loudly with an iron horn.

"Mom... I'm a slutty, a slutty guy, standing on the hillside, but we... brothers are here to fight for life." The lieutenant who had previously been in the ranks with Song Yuanming and Ming, whispering in the team. The high-load exercise had already made him exhausted and panting.

"Speak less, let him...if you hear it, I don't know what to do...and deal with our brothers. Look, his men are also running with us...I have seen such officials for a lot of time before, and we are the capital he used to seek credit." A soldier with a Northeast accent said.

"Brother, don't you feel frustrated with such a commander?" A soldier asked the Tiger King running together in the team.

"Suffering? I have never felt frustrated when I went to the battlefield with Team Song to fight the Japanese. How did the Japanese attack be? He felt like a mirror in his heart. Let's say that, the Japanese were like mud in front of him. In Tianfeng City, a thousand people fought head-on with a Japanese corps, and they didn't suffer any loss. There were planes in the sky, tanks and cannons on the ground, and they were fighting fiercely."

"What happened later?" The soldiers around him were stolen.

"Later, he cooperated with the Wutong Independent Corps of the Eighth Route Army and copied the Japanese's logistics supplies. The Japanese could only fight with us hungry. Anyway, if you follow him to fight, your life will be at least twice as long." The Tiger King was brought over by Song Yuanming from the beginning of the training camp. His physical fitness is nothing to say, and he is still not blushing or breathing.

On the hillside, Song Yuanming looked up at the sun, then looked at the watch on his wrist. It was already twelve o'clock. He raised the iron horn in his hand: "Okay, the time has come, remove your equipment, lunch time is up."

"Okay!!!" The soldiers had already lost their temper by this high-intensity training. Now they only hoped for three things - eating, sleeping, and going to the bathroom. Jordan also kept his promise and brought a truck of canned soda and chocolate through his own relationship. With the guarantee of these supplies, Song Yuanming dared to start his special training with confidence. However, the drinks after the soldiers' training were not Coca-Cola, but the salt and sugar water exclusively prepared by Song Yuanming, which could quickly replenish the lost salt and energy of the human body. But the taste was not very powerful. The soldiers rested in groups of three or three against the trees around them, gasping for breath, and took out the salt and canned spam meat from the box beside them, and ate and drank in big mouthfuls. At this time, the taste was no longer important, and eating was a very happy thing.

"Such" a slender black snake slowly hangs down from the tree. The lieutenant stretched out his arms and yawned a big yawn. The black snake quickly attacked the arm that reached in front of him, and bit it. "Oh my god--" the lieutenant exclaimed, holding his arm and shouting in pain. Song Yuanming looked here and saw the black snake on the tree at a glance: "Do not get away!!!" He pulled out the bayonet behind his waist and stabbed the snake to death with a flying knife.

"Is there anything wrong? Health soldier, hurry up!!!" Song Yuanming ran over quickly and asked. He pulled open the lieutenant's sleeve. The teeth marks of the two snakes were clearly visible. The wound was still oozing out black blood, and black green appeared around the wound. Song Yuanming pulled out a bayonet from the waist of another soldier, took out a zippo lighter and baked it: "Hold on." The bayonet cut a cross wound on the wound. Song Yuanming bent down and was about to suck out the venom for him.

"Get away, I don't need you to be pitiful!!!" The lieutenant didn't seem to buy it.

"I don't pity you. If you want to die, I don't mind throwing your life on the battlefield and letting a snake bite you to death. Don't you think you are pretty cowardly?" Song Yuanming said to himself, sucking out a mouthful of poisonous blood, spitting it aside, and sucking another one.

"You're crazy! You won't be poisoned too?" the lieutenant shouted, "I don't want to owe you favors."

"No matter whether you owe me a favor or not, I just don't want to see my subordinates die in front of me. You have all gone to the battlefield and understand the feeling of brothers dying in front of me but being powerless." Song Yuanming was still trying hard to inhale poisonous blood until the black green on the wound completely disappeared. The health soldier hurriedly gave the lieutenant anti-inflammatory medicine.

"Sir - we blamed you wrongly." The lieutenant actually cried. Song Yuanming smiled, and his head began to feel a little dizzy: "What's the name? Call me Lao Song, otherwise, call me a little white face like at the beginning." The soldiers burst into laughter.

"Brothers, I have known each other for so long, and I am not familiar with you yet. Report to the family." Song Yuanming greeted loudly.

"Sir, my name is Wang Feng, I am from Rizhao, Shandong." The lieutenant took the lead and said.

"Rizhao, Shandong, is a great place, the apples there are very delicious. When we drive away the Japanese, you have to invite your brothers to eat the apples from your hometown." Song Yuanming joked in Shandong dialect, and the soldiers burst into laughter again. An older soldier beside Wang Feng also stood up: "Sir, my name is Dongcheng, from Liaoning."

"It's from Northeast China, okay, the pork stewed noodles from Northeast China tastes great." Song Yuanming replied in Northeast China again. He had traveled all over the country, and it was really not difficult to know a few local dialects. But these words were like the sound of nature in the ears of these soldiers who left their hometown. This was the sound of their hometown.

"Sir, you just said that you were driving the Japanese away, but you see that the war has begun for some time. The Japanese have always been chasing us to fight. Can we really win?" A soldier stood up and asked.

"It's certainly possible. As long as everyone studies hard and masters strong skills, the Japanese will be driven back to their hometown in Japan by us sooner or later. Maybe we can take their nest in one fell swoop." Song Yuanming said loudly, "Do you have confidence?"
Chapter completed!