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Chapter 8 Military Training Upgrade
On the playground, a team of about 2000 people stood against the sun.

Hissing and shouting, the head turned back and forth.

On the opposite side of the team, the headmaster in camouflage uniform stood astride holding a gun.

He scanned the scene, his gaze seemed to pass over every student's face.

The muzzle of the gun was turned to the ground, and the principal stepped forward to stand at attention, "Students,"

"Cross," the whole scene was silent for an instant, only the voices of everyone standing at attention remained.

"Relax," the headmaster nodded in satisfaction, "According to the decision of the military training office, we will increase the specifications of this military training, and specially invite the instructors of the special forces to help this military training, so that you can become a qualified soldier faster, you are ready Yet?"

"Always be prepared, always be prepared" On the playground, the voices of the students shouted louder and louder.

As a teenager in Guangxi, a study life without military training is incomplete, and throughout the study life, whether the military training is excellent or not has become another contest outside of the cultural class.

For the teenagers here, the study volume is far from enough to consume their vigorous energy. The volume during military training means whether they can really become a qualified youth in Guangxi.

"Always be prepared, always be prepared," on the playground, about 2000 teenagers are still shouting, they want to break through the day with their shouts, and use their heartfelt roar to break through all the shackles of life.

"Military training begins."

With an order, all parties, under the command of the instructor, were taken away from the center of the playground, and rushed into the position where they should sweat.

Unarmed combat, lifting tires, resisting logs, jumping through fire rings, fighting bayonets, crawling over barbed wire.
Looking a little further away, disassemble and assemble firearms, drive tanks, infantry combat vehicles to charge, and shoot with live ammunition.
All the subjects that can be seen on the special forces training ground are all played here.

This is not military training, this whole thing is actual preparation for war.

At the same time, in the hotel next to the school, on the 23rd floor.

A young man is holding a glass of red wine, lying on the sofa by the window, quietly admiring the playground not far away, he is observing the sweating of teenagers of his age.

This is a nearby hotel. In terms of price alone, one night is comparable to a semester's tuition for teenagers in military training.

Whether it is luxurious or not is another matter for the time being. If it is expensive, no one will question it.

And this boy, since he came here to report, has lived here for five days. During the next half month of military training, he still needs to live here until the school's military training is over.

"Master," a middle-aged man in a suit appeared in the living room, "Master arranged, you'd better participate in the school's military training."

"Tell me, Lao Tzu, I'm lying here sleeping?" the person called Young Master asked.

His tone was not kind, but he was lazy, and he looked back here lazily.

"No, no," the man in the suit was a little nervous, "just now the master called to ask."

"Hehe," the young man sneered, "Uncle Zhang, you can be regarded as a smart person, don't you know who will be in charge of our group in the future?"

"Master," Uncle Zhang walked up to the young man and bowed lightly, "You can call me Lao Zhang."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter," the young master waved his hand. "It's just a title. I should call you Uncle Zhang. You know, I'm not that stingy."

"Look," Uncle Zhang said in a low voice, looking very cautious, "Should I arrange military training for you in the next time?"

"Two arms," ​​the boy suddenly stood up and threw the wine glass on Uncle Zhang with his backhand, "Do I need to train like them? I just need to know how to use them. They train together, and you need to learn how to build a car if you're fucking driving."

Shocked, Uncle Zhang carefully took the wine glass that fell on him, the red wine was splashed all over his body, and he didn't even dare to wipe it.

Taking a step back, he put the wine glass on the table next to him, "Master, after all, you have to go there in a few days, and it would be a good thing to practice self-defense."

"I think you and I have been following in vain for so many years," the young man finally turned around, "Ches players, have you seen a few people who need to fight on the field by themselves."

For three days in a row, Qi Rui immersed himself in military training without doing anything else.

Indeed, military training is a very exhausting task. When he returned to the dormitory every day, his feet were as heavy as if they were tied with weights, and he really had no energy to think about anything else.

During the military training, Qi Rui worked very hard, and this is also because he still has someone to protect after crossing over in a few days.

And these days of military training, after his next crossing, will become his trump card to save his life.

In the dormitory, Qi Rui sat on the bed and took off his sneakers.

A sour smell soared into the sky, almost knocking him out.

The socks and feet were washed only last night, and after only one day of military training, the smell was as if they hadn't been changed for half a year.

Suppressing his tired body, he took out his washbasin and prepared to wash his shoes and socks again.

While washing, the dormitory door was pushed open.

"Ruizi, Ruizi, do you want to hear something good?" Before the person came in, the voice came first.

The person who came in was Liang Tao, Qi Rui's best friend, who now shares the dormitory with him.

"Don't listen, don't listen." Qi Rui didn't lift his head and was still washing his socks that he could stand up. "I just want to sleep now."

"Fuck, Dad, can you listen to me?" As he spoke, Liang Tao took off his shoes, threw the socks on the shoes, and lay down on the bed opposite Qi Rui.

"Damn it, can you wash your socks before going to bed?" Qi Rui couldn't help muttering because he really hated the smell.

"Wash your egg, won't it still smell the same tomorrow?" Liang Tao didn't care.

At this time, the dormitory door was pushed open, and another roommate came back.

As soon as he entered the door, he quickly pinched his nose, "I'll go, our dormitory is like a toilet, the smell is so strong."

"It's being washed, I'll open the window later to let the smell go away," Qi Rui explained.

"Don't wait, buddy, I'm afraid you'll get used to it," he said, and the visitor walked to the window and opened it.

The person who came in was also Qi Rui's classmate, named Guo Peng, but he told everyone in the first grade that his nickname was Er Dan, and everyone in the family called him that, so you should call me that too.

After opening the window, Erdan walked to Liang Tao's bed, kicked Liang Tao's heels and socks to the bottom of the bed, and then took out his washbasin to fetch water.

Their training breaks are based on who finishes the task first.

Qi Rui's movements were standard, and he worked extra hard during training, so he was the first to return to the dormitory.

And these two students came back later than Qi Rui, because they must be worse than Qi Rui in training.

"Have you heard? Many people in our school have traveled through times, and it was still in the war-torn era, so this time we hired special forces as instructors."

While washing his own socks, Er Dan pretended to be mysterious and whispered to Qi Rui.

"I've heard of it, but don't overthink it. It's not our turn to do good things, and we don't want to participate in bad things." Qi Rui dealt with it casually.

"Hey," Liang Tao suddenly poked his head out from the bed, "You two wait a minute, what I just wanted to say is related to this time travel."

(End of this chapter)