Du Yi returned to the regiment headquarters.
Everybody is sleeping.
She went to the office to get a watercolor pen and came to the indoor training ground of the regiment.
All fourteen people crawled into sleeping bags, divided into two rows, and fell asleep in the hall of the training ground.
Du Yi's footsteps made no sound at all.
Just squatted down next to Meng Jian, who was closest to the outside.
Xiao Shian, who was at the innermost, sat up suddenly and looked in the direction of Du Yi.
Even Du Yi was a little surprised by such sensitivity.
She made a hushing gesture and pressed her hand to signal Xiao Shian to continue sleeping.
Then he raised the watercolor pen and gently wrote the four big words "I am a turtle" on Meng Jian's face.
Just after I finished writing four strokes of the character, Meng Jian suddenly opened his eyes.
Only when he realized it was Du Yi did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Du Yi quickly made a shushing gesture.
He pressed his hand and let Meng Jian continue to sleep.
Meng Jian obediently closed his eyes again.
Xiao Shian lay back down again.
I know that Du Yi is testing the alertness of the Death Squad.
Next is Xu Yang.
I had almost finished writing when Xu Yang woke up.
Du Yi asked him to continue sleeping and took over Liu Hua's place.
He woke up after I finished writing two words.
The next three people almost all woke up after writing three words.
Du Yi was indeed somewhat dissatisfied.
In the end, I became more and more dissatisfied.
Starting from Zhou Feng, everyone was still sleeping soundly after Du Yi finished writing four words.
Yes~
Du Yi kicked all those who were still asleep to wake them up.
"Get up, stop sleeping, and go for a run."
These people were dazed and rubbed their eyes and immediately got up. As soon as they stood up, they saw people pointing at their faces and laughing.
"I'm a cuckold...hahaha~"
The person on the other side looked over and saw the four characters "I am a turtle" on his comrade's face. He pointed at his comrade and laughed: "Hahaha... I am a turtle~"
Du Yi touched his nose and cursed himself as an idiot.
He calls himself a cuckold.
"Why are there words on our faces? Did the leader write them?"
Zhou Feng touched her face, which was stained with red ink. She looked at Du Yi.
Du Yi raised his hand to make a three, then put down a finger to make it two.
The seven people immediately got out of their sleeping bags, put on four tires, and rushed to the runway.
Du Yi put six tires on himself and started to do horse stance.
Two hours passed quickly.
The seven people were exhausted from running, and they did not dare to slow down until Du Yi shouted to stop.
I've been tired these days.
The good news is that we can start shooting training next.
Ah~
The shooting training they had been dreaming of was finally coming.
The captain seldom uses a gun, but from the few times he has used it, we can see that his marksmanship is absolutely top-notch.
Zhou Feng saw with his own eyes the regiment commander shooting at SEALs, shooting wherever he wanted, as if it were a game.
The SEALs were beaten like little chickens. Where is the momentum of the world's best special forces?
If they could have the shooting skills of the captain, they would laugh like crazy in their dreams.
Another ten minutes passed.
Du Yi threw the tire on his body to the ground.
Blow the whistle.
"Ding ding ding~"
After three shouts, all the members of the Death Squad who were still sleeping rushed out of the indoor training ground and ran over.
Line up with the runners.
"Do you like those guns?"
Du Yiyan pointed at the flaming red guns of various colors on the table.
Everyone nodded.
Everyone, including Xiao Shian, looked at him with blazing gazes.
"Let's eat now. In five minutes we will start the second phase of the devilish training, shooting training."
"yes."
Fourteen people shouted loudly.
Meng Jian ran over and brought over a pot of raw beef.
Everyone wolfed down the food.
They immediately lined up and looked at Du Yi without blinking.
Du Yi ate his meal slowly and leisurely.
"Everyone, get a heavy machine gun."
“Crash~”
Fourteen people ran to the table where the guns were placed, took out brand new heavy machine guns from the box, held them in their hands and couldn't let go.
"If you like guns, then you can touch them as much as you want."
Du Yi's voice floated over.
"Tie a brick to the muzzle of the gun with a 20-centimeter rope. Stand in a shooting position and hold it. Don't let go until I say stop."
Everyone: “!!!!”
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