Luo Xiaoming nodded seriously: "That's right, that's right, nothing can better understand the essence of swimming than throwing a person into the sea and letting him save himself. After these days of land movement training, your brain and your muscles have memories. When the time comes, you will really force you to the brink of death, and you will suddenly make the right swimming posture."

Zhuangyan said: "What do you mean is to stop this training when I learn it?"

Luo Xiaoming said: "Is there any problem?"

A solemn smile was even worse than crying: "There is a problem... I think I'm going to die."

Luo Xiaoming said: "It's good to know that you're going to die. To be honest, don't think I'll just take you with my backpack. Tell you the truth..."

Luo Xiaoming attached his mouth to his solemn ear and whispered: "This kind of training is dangerous. People often faint. And every year, there is a person who is in the sea training..."

After saying that, Ba blinked.

"We are front-line combat troops, which allow a certain percentage of mortality rate in training and exercises. You have to think about it."

What else can Zhuangyan say?

The mortality rate is really a very ethereal legend.

Veterans often mention it, but whenever the new soldier asks the veteran where the percentage of death comes from, the veteran will definitely tell you that it was heard from another veteran who was older than him, or at a vague conference.

But after careful consideration, no one can tell the source of the news clearly.

However, Zhuangyan does not doubt that such a perverted place as the teaching brigade will cause death during training.

Isn’t Liu Xiangdong the previous one an example?

Although there was no gunfire in peacetime, the elite infantry on the front line also had to face danger of their lives.

Sitting on the side of the boat, speechless, he looked at the student who was kicked into the water like himself, floating and sinking in the sea. He suddenly remembered a mouse he saw when he was a child and fell into the septic tank of the school.

Now, I and the land ducks on the same boat are similar to the poor mouse. The only thing better than the mouse is that one is someone to save him, and the other is that everyone is watching the fun and waiting to see how it dies.

There is an essential difference between the two.

This barbaric self-proclaimed swimming training method has caused Zhuang Yan and several trainees to suffer enough.

Starting from that morning, when others started swimming together with floating bags and guns on their backs, Zhuang Yan and the other three friends on the assault boat were like seals performing diving in the ocean park, being pulled up from the water again and again, being kicked into the water again and again, and then being pulled up like dead dogs...

At the beginning, every time I went to the water, Zhuang Yan would lie on the side of the boat and vomit so much that she was so painful. In the end, she got used to vomiting and stopped lying down. She stood on the boat and bent down and vomited completely.

People are also numb.

After vomiting, he sat there without saying a word, waiting for someone to be kicked out of the sea again to make trouble.

In this way, I don’t know how many times I have been kicked by Luo Xiaoming. The last time, Zhuangyan fell into the water, and she didn’t panic and just sank in the water and waited for death.

Anyway, you don’t dare to drown me! Just do whatever you love!
Chapter completed!