Instructor Luo greeted a standard greeting and shouted: "Yes, instructor!"

Zhu Fajie was completely like a bandit at this time. Instructor Luo turned a blind eye and shouted loudly, "Instructor, I really think the 419 soldiers in front of me are like air." According to common sense, the special forces should be disciplined. How could Zhu Fajie stretch and yawn in front of the soldiers like this? Such a person is not suitable to be an instructor at all.

Instructor Luo didn't think so. After watching Zhu Fajie leave, he walked straight to the team and shouted: "Our training camp is a devil training camp, which some people call hell. No matter what, none of the people who walked out from here want to come back and see it. In their minds, this is a terrifying memory."

"Instructor Zhu is right. You are just useless things now. The waste needs to be polished and cast. If anyone can't stand it, he can withdraw and choose to give up automatically. Of course, we can also kick you away, provided that you are really waste."

"There is no other training tonight. First get a haircut and then standardize the blackboard. In addition, I will give you advice and prepare for the corresponding training. Don't fantasize about the special treatment you will receive in the future. The only special treatment is to automatically give up!"

Instructor Luo is no less arrogant than Zhu Fajie. It seems that the leaders of the training camp are like crows in the world.

There were thirty or forty military police in the training camp. After receiving the order from Instructor Luo, almost each of them held a haircut tool in their hands. The soldiers waiting to get their hair cut sat in a row, almost all of them sat quietly in the face of danger, waiting for them to get their hair cut.

If one or two military policemen helps to cut hair, they may feel more at ease. After all, the barbers in the army are all skilled soldiers. But if dozens of military policemen get hair together, they will have two buckets of water hanging in their hearts. Are they going to get haircuts?

The military police took the machine that was manually shaving and approached the object of their haircut. Some people smiled and approached the machine while playing with the machine that was manually shaved. That posture seemed to be about to cut human flesh.

Nie Xing and a few people were behind. They looked at the gendarmes with a gloomy face. The military police's haircutting skills were really "unexpectedly". They took the manual shaving machine and shaved the soldiers' heads, and they shaved a bald head in just a few seconds.

It turned out that he was going to shave his head. Nie Xing touched the long hair on his head, and felt a little chilled. He didn't know if he would get a piece of skin off when he got his hair. The brave movements of the military police were really unbearable.

Finally it was the turn to get a haircut. Nie Xing sat on the stool, feeling scared. The military police walked over with a smirk, helped him with his hands, straightened his head hard, and then deliberately picked up the manual shaving machine and cracked twice in front of him. Nie Xing's heart was cold to the bottom, so he could only ask this elder brother not to cut off his scalp in his heart.

The military police took the manual shaving machine and turned around on Nie Xing's head. Nie Xing only saw the black hair in front of him falling down, falling on the red cloth draped on his body. The flat-bottomed manual shaving machine was sticking to the scalp, which was so comfortable.
Chapter completed!