The following training will still be carried out according to the countdown.
But few people care whether anyone has passed the ten-bullet-one-hole test.
They all stared with wide eyes at the members of the Death Special Operations Team swimming on dry land.
As if he was seeking to verify something.
It was as if they wanted to see when the Death Forces would run out of energy.
But time passes by every second.
Except for Lu Ran whose speed was slowly decreasing, the speed of other members of the Death Force remained the same.
Even Shen Bei and the others didn’t have the energy to torture the people in the third company.
I hurriedly ended the game and returned to Shooting Range No. 2.
"Hey, Lao Meng, when did you become so awesome?"
Shen Bei stood at the edge of the shooting range and physically interfered with Meng Jian in a mean manner.
Meng Jian didn't even look at him.
Naturally, I was not affected.
The speed is even faster.
Soon the second round ended.
The two groups that didn't finish were the last two.
Liu Chengbei and Zhou Feng passed smoothly this time.
Du started the third round.
However, there is no intention to ask the Death Forces to change their aerobic training program.
She didn't call for a stop, and no one else dared to take any other action.
He held up the 300-jin sandbag and swam quickly like a fish in water.
The onlookers were annoyed.
Du Yi is working on such a perverted project, it turns out that the members of the Death Special Operations Team are the perverts.
If they were asked to do this physical training program, they would definitely not last more than three minutes.
He couldn't carry the 300-jin sandbag for more than a few minutes because his arms were too sore to support it, let alone swimming backwards quickly with his whole body.
This movement is extremely challenging for a person's lower body muscle strength and waist and abdominal capabilities.
Can't do it.
I really can't do it!
As time went by, more and more people came to watch the fun, and the sun was right overhead.
All members of the Death Forces were sweating profusely, and some of the sweat even flowed down their foreheads into their eyes, but no one slowed down in their movements.
When Captain Zhou and the people from the third company saw this scene, their faces were distorted with shock and jealousy.
Du Yi is so lucky.
He unexpectedly got such a group of subordinates with abnormal physical strength.
With this kind of strength and endurance, what task can't be accomplished?
Captain Zhou's eyes were fixed on Shang Xiao and Xie Liying.
Shang Xiao and Xie Liying swam as fast as the others while holding sandbags, and it didn't look like they were struggling.
These two people came from the third company.
How come you are in such good physical condition?
If my physical fitness had been so good before, all the training indicators would definitely be outstanding.
But he had never heard that there was anyone in the third company with outstanding abilities.
Could this be the result of Du Yi’s training over the past two months?
He rejected the idea immediately.
Absolutely impossible!
Even a god cannot transform a person completely in just two months.
This is so abnormal!
Ma Chizhou quietly withdrew from the third company.
He just looked at it for quite a while.
The comrades who had been together day and night for several years are really completely different now.
Shang Xiao and Xie Liying were able to lift a 300-jin sandbag and move backwards so quickly on the sand.
What did they experience at Du Yi's hands?
How could one develop such terrifying physical fitness in such a short period of time?
Ma Chizhou staggered two steps and almost fell.
He turned back quickly.
Fortunately, the people in the third company did not notice his predicament.
Otherwise, people would definitely laugh at him for losing a great opportunity to ascend, and he would regret it to death.
It was Du Yi who took the initiative to ask him to go with them.
It was he who refused.
In the past two months, Du Yi was rapidly promoted and led the Death God Special Operations Team.
Every step of development was beyond his understanding.
If you ask, he definitely regrets it.
But there is no medicine for regret in the world.
He couldn't bring himself to look for Du Yi now.
It's all fate.
“Ding ding ding…”
The bell for lunch break rang.
There was no one walking around Shooting Range No. 2.
Still staring at the Death Force special operations team swimming on dry land.
Until Du Yi started the ninth round of shooting training.
The Death Forces have been swimming on dry land for an hour and a half.
Everyone was simply numb.
The speed and the height of lifting the sack did not change at all.
Is this a human being?
Won’t you be tired?
Oh my god!
Everyone felt a chill on their backs in the middle of the day.
The Death Force is truly an anti-human existence.
They are not even as good as other people's toes.
When everyone compared themselves, a deep sense of frustration hit everyone's psychological defenses.
(No more today, will continue to add more tomorrow)
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