Li Qi's eyes widened and glared at Hao Bin's tall and determined back fiercely. The man completely denied him with a light word. The contempt in his eyes was as if he was a piece of shit on the side of the road, fucked him!

Is Li Qi a shit? Have you ever seen shit that is doing well at the Beijing Film Academy?

Li Qi picked up the back of the backpack that was thrown by the flying eagle on the ground, then threw the gun and grabbed it, turned around and chased the large army. Isn’t it just ten kilometers of armed cross-country? Grandson, I started to cross in my mother’s stomach, who is afraid of whom?

People who have never been to the desert will not know the hardships of walking in the desert. If you step on it, the soft sand will not bear the weight of the anger. The feet are deeply trapped in the sand, and the focus points are scattered by the fine sand. The soles of the feet are deeply trapped without a bottom line, so each step is very difficult, let alone these fully armed rookies who cross the country.

Li Qi huh chasing him from afar, and he finally knew why these bastards gave him an hour and a half. In the plateau, 30 minutes of armed off-road in five kilometers was considered excellent, but other places were considered excellent within minutes, 21-22 minutes were considered passing, and more than 22 minutes failed. According to this calculation, the mouse gave these rookies one hour and an extra 16 minutes, which was indeed kind enough.

But after less than twenty minutes of running, the rookies began to curse.

"Would you like this? I'll go, I'm so thirsty, drink a little water first!" The person who complained was a guy with glasses, named Cui Xiaotian, with a round face and a very festive look.

Cui Xiaotian stepped out of the row and tilted his butt into the sand. He opened the kettle and looked up and poured his breath. Although the climate in the northwest was not as harsh as the plateau, it was enough for them to suffer.

"Hey buddy, give me a sip!" Cui Xiaotian narrowed his eyes and raised his head. The guy who was swallowing hard in front of his kettle was very tall. However, it was only more than twenty minutes before this guy was covered in sweat and gasping for breath. He was almost sticking out his tongue and becoming a roaring dog.

"Who are you? Where is your kettle?" Cui Xiaotian glanced at the man's collar seal, oh, he was still a sergeant.

"My name is Wu Zhiyong, I came from the infantry company. Where are you?" Wu Zhiyong also sat down beside Cui Xiaotian, exhausted.

"My name is Cui Xiaotian. I used to be from the chemical defense team!" Cui Xiaotian handed the kettle to Wu Zhiyong and asked in confusion: "Isn't your kettle here?"

Wu Zhiyong was not polite, took it and took a big sip before chuckling: "I had expected that they would give us a warning. Ten kilometers of armed cross-country can't run. I didn't load up water to reduce the burden. It's empty, but I didn't expect that we were cross-country in the desert. I was so sad that I was going to be dead!"

"You deserve to be thirsty!" Although Cui Xiaotian is a low-class soldier, he doesn't have to take this sergeant seriously here at all.

The two were about to take a breath, when one of the troops shouted: "Don't rest, run quickly."

Wu Zhiyong was about to spit on the man's other people's business, and the sound of gunfire sounded like death. The mouse sat on the off-road motorcycle and cursed: "Are you turtles? Are you women? With your speed, it's unreasonable for you to die. Run, hurry up, don't you eat?"

"My grandma, glasses, let's run away quickly!"

Cui Xiaotian may have been used to being called by someone in glasses, and he had no reaction at all. Just as he was about to follow him, Yu Guangzhong chased the motorcycle with a figure.

"Isn't this that person? It's fast enough, I thought he's really going home!"

Wu Zhiyong was solemn: "Hey, it's the guy who shouted to the boss. He seems to be calling Li Qi. I'm a grandma, this guy is crazy!"
Chapter completed!