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Trekking
Wan Kang caught Hamill's hand in the fall in time. With this slow hand, Hamill struggling to step on a leg, hooked the top of the wall, and wanted to turn it up. However, he tried several times without success, and his body dropped completely.
"It's the Chinese soldier again." Ogoodley raised his eyebrows. "Look at how capable he is!"
Several jets of water, all fired towards Wankang.
Wankang's body bent on the wall shook a few times, but it stabilized.
"Wang Kang, let me down!" Hamill called eagerly.
"China-Pakistan is friendly and brotherly." Wankang responded loudly, "I will not let go, please work harder and come up again."
"Good Chinese brother, I thank you, leave me alone!" Hamill broke off Wankang's hand and fell to the ground, "It is because of my good brother that I won't hurt you! Wankang, go forward! "
A row of people, forge ahead. One more fell halfway, and there were six others.
Jumping off the high wall, Wan Kang collapsed a bit, feeling that his body was still being rushed by the strong current, and he was shaking a bit when he walked.
"Shout the slogan, go back!" Ogoodley ordered again.
Shouting slogans, this is not bad. Wankang and the other five people shouted "one two, one two..." and walked back.
Less than 30 meters away, Ogoodley called them, "I'm going to die! Weak!"
Wan Kang's scalp was numb, he had already figured out Ogoodley's routine, as long as he roared, then it would definitely be a perverted punishment.
"I'm tired after driving, okay, let you rest and rest!" Ogoodli smiled smirkly, "Six people are divided into three groups, two of them, exchange each other with their backs, and move forward 100 meters!"
This is rest, and day does not die.
When they returned to the training center barracks, the six of them were almost paralyzed. They ran for a hundred meters with their backs on their backs. They couldn't lift their legs at all. Even if they were carried on their backs for a distance of 100 meters, they couldn't slow down.
"I didn't expect it to be so severe." Scoville put his legs on the rails at the foot of the bed. The big man from Australia had a little swelling in his legs, so it would be better to be lifted up.
"Scoville, you have a lot of oil and gas in Australia," Wan Kang asked.
"Of course, especially rich." Scoville is not too interested in Wankang. To be honest, he doesn't like this hidden Chinese. He thought Wankang would be eliminated in the first round. Even now.
Wankang actually doesn't like this Australian big man, he is especially arrogant, but because Qian Dacheng seems to be developing oil and gas there, he wants to understand.
"Do you allow foreigners to mine?" Wankang asked.
"As long as you have the strength, anyone can mine." Scoville was a little impatient, "but let's forget it if you don't have absolute strength, you won't get anything in the end."
"Oh, okay, I see, thank you." Wankang was very polite, from a country of etiquette, and wanted to behave.
When Hamill came in, he had completed the evacuation procedures and came back to pack some of his belongings.
"Hamill, I'm very sad. I can't help you." Wan Kang didn't want to let Hamill go. After a few days of contact, he found that Hamill was a good person to get along with.
"Wangkang, my Chinese brother, to use your kind words, there will be some time later!" Hamill said, "I think we will meet again, bless you!"
"Thank you." Wan Kang got up from the ** and gave Hamill a hug.
Hamill left, Wan Kang suddenly felt very lonely, and his only partner was eliminated. But this aroused the fighting spirit of Wan Kang.
This is like a battle of one person, in the end it is either majestic or tragic.
Ogoodley walked into the dormitory, still with a cold and arrogant look, "You are lucky, because time is tight, the physical fitness test ends here, otherwise there are still many items waiting for you to entertain. But that has become the past tense, now he You guys, passed the level."
There was a burst of cheers, which meant that he was already a qualified member of the UN peacekeeping force.
"Don't be too happy, there are a few more trainings below." Ogoodley said, "Although it is training, it won't make you comfortable. Moreover, if the training effect is not good, you will retain your place. , But still can’t join the integrated emergency team. So, you must continue to work hard and fight for honor!"
Fighting for honor, Wan Kang clenched his fists.
Early in the morning the next day was shooting training. He held the carbine flat, with a five-pound iron hanging from its head, for an hour in one fell swoop. Wankang felt that it was useless for him. Shooting was nothing more than accuracy. Gun training was about stability. Only when it was stable can you shoot accurately, but that's not all applicable to everyone. But Wankang knows that there is no other choice but to comply with it.
One morning in the hanging gun, the arm was somewhat mechanical. When eating at noon, the posture of holding the chopsticks was the same as holding the gun, just like throwing the beef diced bullet out of the chopsticks.
In the afternoon it was still a hanging gun. However, some human interference has been added. The huge blower blows strong wind, and there are people who continue to sprinkle dust and sand at the tuyere.
The strong wind and sand whizzed and rushed over.
"Don't close your eyes!" Ogoodley yelled from the side. "The target is right ahead. As long as you close your eyes, you will be the one shot through your head!"
Wankang must close his teeth and squint, leaving only a gap. Sand hits the eyelids and it hurts.
One team member accidentally let sand get into his eyelids and subconsciously raised his hand and stroked it. Ogoodley immediately ordered, "Go down, you were shot, you are not allowed to eat tonight!"
After two hours of wind and sand, Wankang’s ears were already full of sand.
"The *** immortal, why do you want to join this comprehensive emergency response team? It is purely because you owe it!" Wan Kang tilted his head and slammed his ears to make his ears clean.
But the ears were only clean for ten minutes, and after the gun, there was not only sand blowing, but also rain! The fire engine was mobilized, and the artificial rain was carried out.
After the training, Wankang became a clay figure.
"Practice shooting tomorrow." Ogoodley sent an instruction, "Presumably you wanted to pull the trigger long ago. Tomorrow is an opportunity."
opportunity? Wan Kang would rather not have this opportunity.
Originally Wan Kang was very excited. The real shooting, he hadn't experienced it yet, the shot when he caught James was considered a real shooting.
When the first bullet was shot out, Wan Kang felt that his heart also flew out, so exciting!
Because I was born with a precise head, Wan Kang's shooting hit rate was very high, and I couldn't tell that it was my first shot. Moreover, if I didn't look at the action, I thought it was a sharpshooter. Wan Kang is immersed in this satisfaction.
No matter how delicious the food is, if you eat it for 100 days, it will not taste good, and it will vomit. Shooting is like this, who would have thought that one shot is a day!
The target ranges from large to small, from static to moving; shooting postures also experience lying, sitting, squatting, standing, moving, running, and rotating one by one.
From morning to noon, it took only half an hour to eat and rest, and then shot again.
At night, when Wankang was sleeping, the sound of gunshots still sounded in his ears.
"Damn it!" Scoville also complained, "I really hope that this kind of boring training will end soon."
To say that training is boring, that is just the beginning. The next swimming training made him completely dumbfounded.
The Gulf of Finland in the eastern Baltic Sea is beautiful against the blue sky, and sand gulls fly over the bay. In the bay, several small boats lined up in a line, extending to a distance of three kilometers.
"Swim over, swim back again." Ogoodley gave orders this time without yelling.
Scoville is very excited. As an Australian soldier, swimming is his strong point. He couldn't wait to take off his clothes and jumped into the sea.
"Come up, come up for me!" Ogoodley was furious, and it seemed that the roar was inevitable, "Put on your clothes and shoes!"
Scoville was embarrassed. He wanted to show it, but he was scolded. We are a little gloating, and this is not a swimming competition. Even if you are wearing shark skin, this is military training. It can make you happy.
Wan Kang's expression clearly annoyed Scoville, "Chinese soldier, what are you proud of!"
"I am a Chinese soldier, and I also have a name, Wankang." Wankang felt that Scoville was a little aggressive, "Australians, stay a little bit strong for a swim."
Scoville gave Wan Kang a fierce look and put on his clothes under everyone's gaze.
"Don't forget something else." Ogoodley arrogantly pointed to the submachine gun and grenades in the car. "Take them, they can save your lives!"
Wearing clothes and shoes, and carrying a submachine gun and grenades. Wankang has a hard scalp. But if everyone else has done it, he can't do anything about it. At a critical juncture, the country is still strong. Even if you drown, you can't be ashamed.
A thousand meters ahead is fine, but it will be difficult in the future. The wind and waves are getting bigger and bigger, and the things on my back feel heavier and heavier. The six people struggling to stroke their arms gradually realized that this is really not a joke, and it will lose a little life if it is not done. They all looked at the escort boat eagerly, praying that if there was an accident, they would be dragged onto the boat before sinking.
The cramps in the water are the most terrible. Wankang tries not to let his legs use his full strength, otherwise, if he pumps, the consequences will be disastrous.
One of the British soldiers was very unlucky and asked the boat for help with an expression of pain. Wankang told him to keep his body buoyant and pull his big toe hard, just a few minutes later. The British soldier did it and it worked, but he still got on the boat. This was allowed. After all, life was above everything else, and Ogoodley was not a cold-blooded demon.
But the one who can persist is to persist in swimming, which is a manifestation of the will of the country.
At three kilometers, a larger ship was waiting there. Six people supported the hull to get a short rest, and if water or food were needed, they could be refilled.
No one refuses this opportunity, because they are exhausted, and success will only make the result worse. Wan Kang asked for a piece of chocolate and a cup of hot water. The body must quickly replenish energy. The sea water was too cold and almost absorbed the heat from the whole body.
"Chief Ogoodley said that you can unload the submachine gun and grenades." The officer on the ship smiled.
"Thank God!" Scoville closed his eyes and shook his head, with an expression of gratitude for being pardoned.
But even so, when they swim back to the shore, all of them are like dead fish.