Chapter 402 Su An, do you dare to accept the challenge? (Hot)

It was an intense heat that felt like it was drying out one's internal organs.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun in the Gobi Desert of Northwest China finally revealed its most ferocious side. The air was distorted by the scorching heat, and every breath inhaled brought a burning, stinging sensation.

On the training field, yellow sand rolled in, mixed with the heavy smell of sweat, the stench of mud, and a faint smell of cheap mercurochrome wafting from the infirmary.

This is the third day of Battalion 3's "Devil Week".

Three consecutive days of high-intensity, extreme training were like a giant hammer, shattering the physical strength, willpower, and dignity of all the trainees.

At four in the morning, the deepest dream was ripped apart by the whistle of an emergency assembly; carrying 30 kilograms of weight, we ran the seemingly endless 20-kilometer cross-country race as dawn broke. By the end, everyone felt like their lungs were broken bellows and their throats were full of the taste of blood.

In the morning, we crawled, climbed, and rolled among mud, high walls, and fire barriers. Sharp barbed wire tore through our training uniforms, leaving fine bloodstains; mud that reached above our heads filled our mouths and noses, giving us a near-death experience of suffocation; when we jumped over burning bonfires, the sparks burned our skin, creating blisters.

In the afternoon, it was time for the most brutal and primitive "no-protection combat".

More than sixty trainees who survived the full day of training stood sparsely in the center of the training field, like a group of wilted seedlings that had been squeezed dry.

Their training uniforms were so wet and clinging to their bodies that their original color was unrecognizable. Their young faces were etched with exhaustion, numbness, and even a hint of despair.

But when their eyes met, deep within their numbness, a beast driven to its limit by hunger and pain was suppressed, its primal and dangerous light gleaming.

"Stand up straight, all of you!"

Instructor Lei Kuan's roar, like that of an enraged lion, exploded across the empty training ground. His face was dark, he held a thick military belt in his hand, and his eyes, like knives, swept over each trainee.

"Look at you all! It's only been three days! You're already all wilted? You can't even stand up straight anymore? When you get to the battlefield, will the enemy give you time to catch your breath, or will they hand you a towel to wipe your sweat?"

"The rules for this afternoon are very simple!" Lei Kuan slammed his belt on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. "Divide into pairs and start the free challenge! The challenged cannot refuse! No protective gear, no restrictions on moves, fight until one of you can't get up or shouts 'I surrender'!"

"Did you understand?!"

"clear!"

The replies were sparse and weak.

Lei Kuan's temples throbbed with anger, and he was about to explode when Qin Ye, who had been standing beside him as silent as a statue, calmly raised his hand.

Lei Kuan swallowed back the roar that was about to come out of his mouth.

Qin Ye's gaze, like solid icicles, slowly swept across the entire arena.

Every trainee who came into his line of sight instinctively shivered, as if the bone-chilling cold could instantly extinguish the scorching heat of the Gobi Desert.

"Group up freely, begin now." Qin Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable sense of command.

The trainees began to stir, instinctively seeking out familiar or equally matched comrades. The male soldiers mostly patted each other on the shoulder and exchanged glances, while the female soldiers seemed somewhat nervous, gathering in small groups.

No one wants to engage in a brutal hand-to-hand combat when they are already exhausted.

Just then, a discordant voice suddenly rang out.