The thirteen members of the Death Special Operations Team grabbed the raw beef and devoured it with blood in their mouths.
In the end, he was no match for Du Cancan.
Du Cancan swallowed the last piece of meat and looked up at Du Yi.
The green little eyes were staring straight ahead, as if to say: You damn woman, keep throwing meat, ten pieces of meat are not enough to fill my teeth.
Du Yi didn't even look at it.
He said casually, "You lose. From now on, the amount of training will be doubled."
Death God Special Forces: "..."
They stood upside down all day yesterday, and after completing the punishment in the early morning, they started the devilish training program without stopping.
The amount of training set by the regiment commander has long exceeded the workload of normal special forces' devilish training.
"Ding~"
Du Yi didn't give them a chance to breathe and blew the whistle immediately before their faces fell.
"Lift your four tires, lie on your back in the mud and use your legs to move forward. Drive 500 times back in half an hour."
"If you can't keep up with the main group, don't sleep tonight, hurry up..."
Du kicked Cui Ze, Zhou Feng and Zhang Yi on the buttocks, urging the others to speed up.
Thirteen people immediately went to carry the tire.
"Number 13, go do your own weighted running. If you can't keep up with the others, try to catch up. If you are three training items behind the others, you don't have to stay here."
Du Yi said to Lu Ran with a cold face.
"yes."
Lu Ran shouted and rushed towards the runway.
The other twelve people ran into the mud and lay on their backs, placed the four tires on their chests, and pushed their legs hard to lean their bodies backwards.
This program can train any muscle in the legs, as well as the core strength of the waist.
Everyone also realized that the difficulty of the training program was gradually increasing.
Twenty-five minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
No one dared to relax. They counted down silently in their hearts and used their leg muscles to the maximum, running as fast as possible.
Du Yi was standing in horse stance beside a mud pond with four tires on his back and a handful of pebbles in his hand.
Eyes open and scan each person's movements.
Whoever falls last will be thrown a stone at.
When a small stone hits my body, it immediately becomes red and swollen.
But no one dared to shout.
"Finish!"
Xiao Shian stood up holding four tires.
"Put the tire on your body and practice the fighting boxing I taught you in the desert in the mud. Each person must do it 100 times. Finish it within two hours."
"The first people to finish will fight in pairs. After 500 winners and losers, we'll eat."
This boxing style was the one she optimized from the Blood Demon Organization in her previous life. It was also integrated with various fighting techniques and combined with her own years of fighting experience, and was finally gradually honed.
Every move is a fatal blow.
She gave herself the nickname "Raise Your Hand and Die".
Practice the skill of killing with your hands raised. Even if you cannot kill everyone in a fight in the future, you will be able to escape when you meet a top master and will not be counterattacked.
In her previous life, a mercenary tycoon offered 500 million to buy her boxing skills, but she rejected it outright.
For a killer, teaching his special skills to others is tantamount to giving up his life.
"yes."
Xiao Shian responded loudly and put the tire on himself.
He ran to the corner of the mud pit, spread his legs and started practicing.
Soon after, others finished.
Practice boxing without taking a breath.
In the last few seconds of thirty minutes, Xie Liying barely completed the task.
Frightened to death, the dog crawled into the middle of the mud and started practicing boxing.
Lu Ran looked at the members of the Death Forces with envy, and he didn't dare to stop even though his legs were shaking from running.
Du Yi was not satisfied with four tires, so he added four more.
"Captain, you are actually doing horse stance with a weight of 400 kilograms."
Zhou Feng’s eyes almost popped out.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Shian walked out of the mud and added four tires to his body.
Zhou Feng: “…”
Is this the legendary woman following her husband's lead?
Then everyone saw that Xiao Shian was carrying eight tires on his back, almost submerging him completely. The speed of his punches did not slow down at all, but instead tended to get faster and faster.
"Four hundred pounds isn't heavy?"
Cui Zhe also had a question mark on his forehead.
“Crash~”
Meng Jian also walked out of the quagmire and added four tires to himself.
"Meng Jian, why did you add four tires?"
Shang Xiao was surprised.
Normally, one hundred kilograms is the limit for weight training. What happened today?
One by one, they took 50-kilogram tires as cotton and put them on their bodies.
"Two hundred pounds is a bit light."
Meng Jian replied to Shang Xiao without changing his expression.
It's not that he was imitating others, he really felt that carrying a weight of 200 kilograms was nothing.
“Crash~”
“Crash~”
“Crash…”
In less than a few seconds, Liu Hua, Xu Yang, Shi Lei, Zhang Yi...all walked out of the quagmire and added two to four tires to themselves.
Du Yi just glanced at it indifferently.
Then add a tire to each of his arms and legs.
"Six, six, six hundred kilograms!"
Zhou Feng couldn't even speak straight.
He swallowed, and driven by curiosity, he walked out of the mud and added two tires for himself.
I don't know if it's psychological or what.
Even though I added a hundred pounds to my body, it didn't feel that much heavier.
It feels like I added dozens of kilograms.
The speed of boxing was not affected much.
So he added two more tires to his body, and then he felt the weight noticeably.
Then others also added two to four tires to themselves.
Lu Ran looked at the mud and saw that almost everyone was carrying a load of tires on their backs. One of them tripped and fell onto the track.
He propped himself up and looked up, his eyes full of astonishment.
Are these still human beings?
Three hundred pounds! Four hundred pounds! Six hundred pounds!
Even if he told others, no one would believe that all members of the Death Forces Special Operations Team carried an average of 400 kilograms of weight when boxing.
Ten minutes later, Xiao Shian added two more tires to himself.
Then, Meng Jian added two more tires to himself.
Xu Yang, Liu Hua and Cui Ze also added one or two each.
Du Yi added two more tires.
Carrying 700 kilograms of weight!!!
Lu Ran’s eyes almost popped out.
He was too naive.
Du Yi is not a sickly person at all.
Can a sickly person train such a courageous special forces soldier?
If you don’t die from practicing, practice until you die.
This is stronger than any special forces soldier.
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