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Chapter 3 Sympathy

"Bobcat timer, those who take less than ten minutes will be eliminated."

"Yes! Instructor." The lynx's name is Liu Bing. It has a long back and a strong waist, and is a little chubby.

He is good at sniping. During a mission, while covering his comrades, his right leg was injured by a shell. The other person is Wang Feng, nicknamed Wild Rat, and he is good at assassination. He is the king in the dense forest. He once killed an entire company of enemy troops by himself.

, encountered a pack of wolves during the retreat, and lost his legs while fighting the wolves. When his comrades found him, he was already unconscious and surrounded by the corpses of wild wolves.

In order to eliminate the East Turkestan terrorist organization, they once followed Zhao Weidong and appeared all over the world. They had life-and-death battles with the special forces and mercenaries of anti-China countries. In the world of special forces, they are representatives of death. In the eyes of those people, they are like devils

, if you are unfortunate enough to meet them on the battlefield, then congratulations, you will soon see the legendary God. Whether it is a special forces soldier or a mercenary soldier who survived that contest, as long as the Chinese Blue Army is mentioned

The faces of the Jian Special Forces all changed, their eyes were full of fear, and they no longer wanted to treat them as enemies. Under the leadership of Zhao Weidong, Lan Jian was invincible, showing the iron-bloodedness and loyalty of a Chinese soldier. Serving the motherland

He won dignity and honor and made a profound mark on the world's military stage.

No one dares to ignore the strength of China’s special forces anymore.

Ten minutes later, "The wild rat called roll."

"Yes!" The wild rat sat in a wheelchair and took out the roll call, calling everyone's name one by one. "Captain, there are still thirteen people who haven't arrived yet."

Zhao Weidong nodded and stared coldly at the dozen or so people running towards this side.

"Report to the instructor, I will report to you after the internal arrangements are completed."

Zhao Weidong looked at them, pointed at the helicopter on the tarmac and said coldly: "Did you see that helicopter? You can go up, because you have been eliminated."

"Report to the instructor, we are not convinced." A soldier shouted loudly.

Zhao Weidong raised his hand and shook his finger and said: "You have nothing to object to. As a soldier, you must abide by time. I will not want a soldier who does not abide by time. If this is your comrade on the battlefield,

They will die because of your tardiness, and leaving you behind will harm everyone. Orderlies, go help them pack their backpacks, and they can leave. I don’t want freeloaders here."

When those people heard this, their expressions varied. Some were angry, some were ashamed, and some acted indifferent.

The remaining soldiers looked at their departing figures with sympathy in their eyes.

Zhao Weidong looked at the expressions on their faces and said coldly: "Don't sympathize with them. In the future training process, two-thirds of you will be eliminated. I will not accept waste here. By then, there will be no waste."

People will sympathize with you."

After speaking, Zhao Weidong pointed to the wet wood that was still dripping with water not far away, and shouted loudly: "Have you seen the wood over there?"

"I saw it." A neat and loud voice sounded on the playground.

"After seeing it, what are you waiting for? Do you still want me to put it on your shoulders and then go running?"

The elites sent by various armies quickly ran to the place where the wood was placed, put the wood on their shoulders, and ran towards the desert outside.

Zhao Weidong followed behind in a desert off-road jeep. The desert sun was like a fire, giving the sunshine to these soldiers unceremoniously. The wood was already heavy, and now it was poured with water, so that these soldiers, who are called elites,

Soldiers are miserable.

Zhao Weidong shouted loudly: "Hurry up, the last three people who come back will not have dinner and will be punished with 500 push-ups and 500 sit-ups."


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