Li Yunlong's order did not dare to resist, and immediately took the gun that Li Yunlong had just issued to them, but there was no ammunition.

These people left the station in the slogan and headed towards the back mountain.

It is more than 30 kilometers away from the back mountain, and it is a rush to march, which is not a joke.

Although there is no weight load, many people still cannot do it when they reach the point.

But no one of them dared to stop because Zhou Weiguo and others were behind them, and they were holding guns to them.

Claiming that the situation here will tell Li Yunlong that anyone who can't hold on will be kicked out of the team.

They finally had the opportunity to go back to the battlefield, so they naturally would not give up so easily.

Those who could not walk forced themselves to breathe, gritted their teeth and ran down with the others.

Even Meng Fanle, the lame man limped and insisted.

This made Zhou Weiguo and several other special forces members look at him with a little admiration.

Compared with the rushing marches of more than 30 kilometers, it is a big test for people with strong legs.

What's more, Meng Fan has a serious injury on this leg.

It was not until dawn that the marching of more than 30 kilometers ended. After climbing the mountain, everyone fell to the ground as soft as noodles.

"No, I feel like I'm going to die. This... is so tired!"

"I have never traveled so many ways in my life. How could this be a soldier? This is simply a coolie!"

"My God, will our training be like this in the future? This is too perverted, and I feel like I'm going to breathe."

Just as these people were still complaining, Milong forced himself to stand up and look at the monk.

"Wei, that...what are we going to do next?"

The monk turned dark and walked up to him: "I'm talking aside, I don't call him Hey, my name is Wei Dayong."

"Now, I am your instructor!"

Milong looked at him strangely: "I'm talking about Wei, not Hey!"

"We Northeastern people speak kindly."

The monk was stunned and quickly said, "I am not well-educated, don't tell me these things that I can't understand."

As he said that, the monk waved his hand behind him.

Shui Sheng and Wang Xikui immediately walked over with two sacks.

"Now, you have ten minutes to get up and have breakfast for me immediately."

"After eating, there were stone bricks we needed to build a house in the ditch. Your task was to salvage these things for me and transport them back to the foot of the mountain."

These people were stunned for a moment.

This ditch existed before they came.

But under normal circumstances, they won't get close.

Because it smells so bad here, the smell can be smelled even a hundred meters away.

But they have no choice. Since they want to go to the battlefield, they must endure this hardship.

Soon, they finished their steamed buns and walked towards the ditch.

"vomit!"

As soon as they went there, everyone felt a stinking smell hit their foreheads.

Many people were forced to get nauseous and did not vomit out the steamed buns they had eaten.

Of course, not everyone has gone down.

Considering that Meng Fan's leg injury could not be infected again, he was responsible for staying on the shore to pick up other stone tiles thrown up.

But even so, these bricks and tiles that have been soaked in the stinky ditch all year round still have an unbearable stench.

But Meng Fu is lucky.

After walking into the mud, others discovered that it was not only muddy, but also all kinds of disgusting things.

For example, animal feces, garbage, and even animal feces that have died for unknown periods of time.

The stench kept creeping into their minds. At first they could bear it, but then many people could no longer bear it and vomited directly on the spot.

The monks and the others watched this with relish.

"Captain, do you say they vomit now, can they hold on to the training in the future?"

The monk asked with a smile.

Zhou Weiguo shook his head: "I'll see."

"The regiment commander said that there is no need to fight northeast and northwest Shanxi here. From now on, we will fight more in the jungle."

"We also have training in the future to learn to eat insects and other things to replenish energy."

The monk's face suddenly turned ugly.

"Amitabha, I am a monk. I cannot kill animals or eat these creatures, otherwise the Buddha will blame me."

Everyone burst into laughter, and Zhou Weiguo laughed and kicked the monk in the butt.

"What kind of monk do you pretend to be? Have you eaten less roast chicken?"

"And the bear when we first arrived in the Northeast, why didn't you say you were a monk at that time?"

The monk rolled his eyes, ignored these people, and turned to look at the people who were still in the stinky ditch.

"Okay, just vomit almost the same amount!"

"This is the first lesson we have taught you, learn to eat in any environment."

"I would like to remind you with kindness, it is best not to vomit, because until late, you will only have this one, otherwise you will starve to death."

"There are still many projects waiting for you today!"

As soon as the monk finished speaking, a complaining sound came from the stinky ditch.

"My God, this is not training, it's simply murder!"

"We have to endure murder. If we want to avoid being bullied, we have to endure this hardship!"

"I'm a little envious of the little master. If I had known, I would have injured my leg."

Their communication was not loud, but they were still heard clearly by monks and others.

The monk and the others laughed.

"It's almost done, it's time to give them the next subject!"

Zhou Weiguo said with a smile.

Everyone nodded, then moved out a few logs from behind a tree and threw them into the stinky ditch.

"The next one is breath-holding training!"

"In a group of four people, you have to press down the log while squatting. If you don't have two hundred pieces of the group, you can come up!"

As soon as Zhou Weiguo finished speaking, everyone in the ditch was stunned for a moment.

It’s disgusting to squat down yourself, and you have to press down the log, which is a double test for both mental and physical strength.

But there is no way, who made them want to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy?

These training is naturally a must.

Soon, they all divided into groups and started training.

At the beginning, many people couldn't stand vomiting again.

But they did not give up and insisted on training with their backbone.

Meng Fanle on the shore was a little lucky to see this, but fortunately he didn't have to suffer this.

However, before he could be happy for a long time, his face turned ugly.

How could the monk and the others forget him?

I saw the monk holding a washbasin, which was filled with water from a stinky ditch.

Zhou Weiguo was holding a sack of stinky bricks and tiles he had just picked up.

"Prepare for push-ups, your face is going to be buried!"

Meng Fuli is even thinking of dying.

He thought to himself: "Damn it, these people are simply devils. The little master has never suffered such a great crime in his life!"
Chapter completed!