Chapter 1991: Memories of the Special Forces Circle 101 Selection

Mu Yuan was reflecting on himself alone, and no one wanted to talk to him. Eugene and Solo came over, "Village girl, don't be upset. The instructor is not targeting you alone. I think the instructor... is so awesome."

"Yeah." Mu Yuan's face was burning with pain. No one hit him at all, but he felt it was too embarrassing. Jack's awesomeness was not what he said with his mouth, but his silence, and every time the strength of the soldiers conquered them.

On the first day, the deputy instructor told them that although the instructor was an 18-year-old boy, he was the strongest soldier in single combat in the joint military exercise of the Navy SEALs and Delta Special Forces, and won the first place in various training every year.

They were half-believing and half-doubting. Some people were dissatisfied and challenged, but they were all slapped in the face. Today, Mu Yuan realized the gap between him and Jack.

It was like a natural moat in front of them.

Willpower, endurance, fighting, physical fitness... He couldn't compare with Jack in any one.

Mu Yuan was also the first in single combat among local special forces, but he could clearly feel the gap.

"Don't call me a village flower!" Mu Yuan was already irritable, "Believe it or not, I will beat you up!"

"Captain, captain, we were wrong."

Mu Yuan curled his lips and made up his mind. In the next training, he would train down to earth. This was also the first time he was convinced by someone from the bottom of his heart. He was a young officer, a military officer, and the first in local single-soldier combat for many years. He was arrogant, sharp and confident, but they were shattered in front of Jack, and he re-recognized himself.

In the next cliff horizontal bar training, Mu Yuan fell six times. Twice, the team members fell when climbing the cliff. He thought they were dead. They must be smashed into meat patties if they fell from such a high place. Who knew that there would be a safety net under the cliff that would automatically eject and catch the people who fell.

In four hours of training, no one passed the horizontal bar. Mu Yuan's highest record was three-quarters of the way, which was a little short. Moreover, Jack shot at him every time.

It was either flying past his head or flying past his body, and the pattern was different. He was not mentally prepared. Under such high pressure, Mu Yuan felt that he was a god if he could walk halfway.

Although he felt that everything Jack said was right, and he agreed with everything Jack said, and he admired him from the bottom of his heart, and felt that he was a very powerful special forces soldier, it did not prevent Mu Yuan from brushing the bullet screen in his heart.

Stupid, go to hell!

Where did I provoke you!

Psychopath!

Why did you shoot me alone!

Why didn't you shoot others!

What followed was an eleven-hour non-stop desert fight. Jack took the people of several small teams to the desert, and circled a place and divided them into four teams. Two of the teams were twelve people, and one team was eleven people. More than ten people all fought in a melee, but the person standing at the end won.

In other words, one person had to deal with the attack of ten people.

Mu Yuan's team had only ten people, and the rest of the teams were eleven or twelve people. The surface temperature of the desert in South America was as high as 41 or 42 degrees, which was very hot. The trainees took off their training uniforms and exposed their upper bodies. Standing in the designated circle, Jack slowly walked towards Mu Yuan's team and said calmly, "For the sake of fairness, I'll make up the number."

Mu Yuan, "..."

Mu Yuan's team, "..."

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Will the village flower make the debut in the center position, or will the village chief walk the flower path? Let's take a look at the remaining two photos at six o'clock! !