Huo Xue frowned and bit her white lower lip. She tried her best to control the tiredness of her brain, ignoring the soreness and pain of her legs. Her limbs were constantly swinging at the same pace like a robot.

In any case, you must eat this meal.

Finally, she focused all her spare energy on adjusting her breathing frequency. Although it was still very painful, after persisting for a while, Huo Xue's speed gradually accelerated.

I don’t know if it was exhausted because of relaxation, or if my calves, which had been running for more than ten kilometers, converted lactic acid into energy while continuously consuming energy. When I was running quickly, the lactic acid production first increased sharply, and then the body would quickly process lactic acid while running at the full horse pace.

Gradually, she couldn't sense the soreness in her calf.

accelerate--

This is the only thought left in her mind!

His legs kept swaying, as if a perpetual motion machine was installed in his short body. Huo Xue continued to increase his speed and finally saw the yellowish figures carrying more than 30 kilograms of extra-large bags in front of him from afar.

The formations of the others were also very wide, one after another, running scattered on the winding mountain road. Some even took advantage of the instructor's inattention to reach out and grab the fruit on the roadside quickly into their pockets.

The emotions in Huo Xue's eyes were invisible, but the movements on her feet were faster.

Seeing that she finally followed, a soldier couldn't help but whisper in Huo Xue's ear while the instructor was not paying attention, "I really admire you."

"I admire me?" Huo Xue looked at him. He was a thin boy with very dark skin, with shiny eyes. She could almost determine that he had been a soldier at first sight.

The boy smiled and said, "It's rare that he can still go to such a place to suffer if he grows so thin and is so white."

Although this short man was always punished, he felt that Graves looked at Huo Xue different from them.

After being trained by the old battalion commander for several years, he could tell at a glance that it was the harsh look that the instructor would have when he saw good seedlings.

Although this kid is not very good at the moment, he will not be able to guarantee that his score will be very good even though he is powerless, the right posture and his enthusiasm. Her number will definitely make all the recruits well.

Huo Xue smiled faintly and kept whispering, speeding up while queuing along the team to the top.

Seeing her follower, Graves looked at her lightly, and suddenly said, "Are you going to just take Hunter One to run?"

Huo Xue was stunned and turned to look at the yellow dog. He saw it quietly following its pace without any barking, but from its slightly frowning eyebrows, it could be seen that it was also tired of the twenty-kilometer extreme off-road.

Huo Xue understood what Graves wanted, so he secretly ordered her to take the dog to run.

Huo Xue did not resist, stood on the side of the road, stopped, and squatted down. She placed the dog on the top of her luggage, fixed the dog's front paws on her shoulders, and held the dog's leash in her hand and circled around her waist.

Huo Xue's bags immediately weighed a few pounds.

Graves didn't continue speaking, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper.

In the last thousand sprint, everyone was chasing the steps of their predecessors like crazy. The effect of male voices gathered together was like a mutiny, and it was deafening.

After successfully reaching the finish line, Huo Xue finally got the corn cake.

"Time is here!"

Except for those who have to take care of the yellow dog, almost everyone can finish the cake in two bites now. Those who have not finished eating must tighten the remaining cakes in their luggage and start training.

Graves's face was a weird three-dimensional expression. "Does anyone want to rest?"

rest?

Who doesn't want to?

It's been a day, isn't it still going to stop?

After countless obstacle runs, they were running a cross-country run with a weight-bearing state in a tired state. From four in the morning to seven in the afternoon, they repeated the training without any gaps. The whole meal time was only ten seconds, with dry mouth and hardship.

Everyone eagerly looked forward to the rest.

"Report to the instructor, there is!"

But all this overloaded training will not end a second early because of their urgency...

"I know you are all very tired. I have prepared a lounge for you. You can even sleep in it until the sky is dark whenever you want." Graves said with great joy, as if the devil who carefully designed the death game has found another wonderful gameplay.

Everyone's faces were briefly relaxed, and the team members who took off their guard did not notice the strange expression.

It was not until the door of the lounge was closed that they realized that they were fooled by the instructor again.

A familiar suffocation slowly came, and the throat seemed to be filled with foreign objects, and the cough continued to go on.

In an instant, everyone was flooded with high concentrations of gas.

There were only thirty masks and four oxygen tanks in the corner. Everyone rushed forward and snatched them wildly.

However, only those who have always maintained a sense of defense and competition in the gas can keep the mask from being stolen.

The mouth, nostrils, eyes, and ears are all filled with gas that is rushing into the room, and the nasal cavity and throat are painful and itchy. People who have not been smoked by gas will not understand the pain of despair on the edge of suffocation.

"Ahem..."

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