Chapter 1983: Memories of the Domineering Instructor

Mu Yuan is a squad leader, and there are eight students below him. They have been getting along better recently. Several people gathered in a circle and looked at the center of the school field. Jack pulled them to the training ground in South America. The sun was shining in the sky, and dozens of students were there. Everyone looked bad, and Jack was outraged.

He is too strict!

I can only sleep four hours a day, eat for twenty minutes, and rest for fifteen minutes. Sometimes I can eat dinner, sometimes I can’t, and I’m often hungry. Today, the students were taken to the depths of the desert in South America. Sniper Ambush at a designated location and draw a white line. If someone touches the white line, points will be deducted. This means they are required to stay in the desert for eight hours without moving. They can only look at the target and be exposed to the sun. The rest are in the desert. They carried a weight of 40 kilograms and ran for more than an hour. When they came back, they continued swimming, rock climbing, and practicing shooting without stopping. This far exceeded their training intensity and triggered public outrage.

Mu Yuan was also quite angry!

The instructor's behavior was simply abusive.

Mu Yuan had nothing to say about this instructor. His surprise when he first met him had been suppressed by the devilish training in the past few days. In his eyes, this instructor was on the same level as Master Miejie. Unfortunately, he felt that beauty must have beautiful people and beautiful hearts. He was very stunning at first sight, but the reality later gave him a big mouth.

This beautiful instructor doesn't talk much. He can't say more than a few words a day. He only gives simple orders. It seems as if one more word will kill him. He keeps a cold face all day long as if he has been dumped by a woman. It is inhumane. , indifferent and cruel, even if the students ran away while vomiting, he would be indifferent. His original words were to run away before they died. West Point selection allows a three percent mortality rate.

In other words, out of a hundred people in training, the normal mortality rate allowed three people to die. He also added viciously that no one had died in their army's training this year.

This taunting skill is simply full.

Isn't this a clear mockery of their soldiers who are inferior to them and a miscellaneous army?

This sentence simply angered everyone. When they just went to the cafeteria, the students all united and wanted to kill the instructor. The most outrageous thing about him was that he was very young.

Among this group of students, the oldest is twenty-eight years old, and the youngest is Mu Yuan, who is sixteen years old. There are only five students under the age of eighteen. Forty of them are older than Jack, but they are overwhelmed by Jack. , no one is happy.

How could these adults be willing to be ordered around by a little brat?

So there was such a conflict.

Mu Yuan said, "They are too impulsive."

Even if you want to kill the instructor, you still need to come up with a detailed plan.

Both Patton and Berg were black, tall and tall. The surface temperature in South America was 39 degrees. Jack was wearing a training uniform, but he was wearing a hat, a pair of white gloves, and training shoes. He was meticulous. , those ice blue eyes were extremely cold, "Okay, I accept your conditions, but students must pay a price for challenging the instructor."

The assistant instructor took a step forward and muttered, "Every year there are people who seek death... Listen, students challenge the instructor, and the loser will withdraw from this training. If he wins, the instructor will leave."

Mu Yuan's heart trembled, are they crazy?

"Okay, we accept it!" Patton and Berg looked at each other. They have both been special forces for many years. When Mu Yuan was in bad condition, he did not dare to say that he would definitely win over Patton.

Jack took off his gloves slowly, folded the two gloves together neatly, and put them aside. His movements were as graceful as that of an aristocratic son, not like a special soldier. "I'll give you a chance, let's go together!"

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Little Jack is so handsome! !