Two weeks later, we started fighting and fighting training. Screams and scolding kept ringing in the training ground. More than one hundred people were divided into two groups. One group used a cloth bag filled with yellow sand as a weapon and smashed it hard at the companion standing there. Half an hour later, Cheng Yuanxia gave the order, and the guys who were beaten to the eyes of Venus, snatched the cloth bag like a tiger pounced on the food, and began to fight back desperately, until one of them completely collapsed.

If anyone feels wronged, it's easy to deal with. There is also a free sandbag on the training ground. You can choose to punch, kick, kick, chop, and poke your fingers. And you will never fight back and will never take revenge on excuses.

This free sandbag is me!

These guys seem to have hated me to the core. When the rest time comes, more than one hundred people line up in a long queue, waiting to enjoy the happy time of cleaning up me, the demon instructor. Five people surrounded me in the middle, punching and kicking like crazy, and as long as they lack strength, they would automatically end up. Naturally, there were a large number of villains behind me eager to try.

Seeing that I was beaten so hard that I couldn't stand up straight like a big shrimp, the little bastards cheered victoriously, "Did you see it? My face was swollen from the beat!"

"Don't you think you are? I didn't see the two lines of blood under the instructor's runny nose. That's what I did!"

"My whirlwind legs are good. I'm a karate red belt expert!"

A female student punched and kicked her and asked with concern: "Instructor, are you okay? Do you have to fight anyway? I have learned the trick of women's self-defense. Can I use my fork eyes, lock my throat, and kick my brother?"

I... cold!

I suddenly shouted: "Did you guys not have enough food? You guys who can't even beat my grandmother, you think you can't afford to kick my legs on my head? If I punch you all out with one punch! Trash is fucking garbage! I'll just learn women's self-defense skills!!!"

The fists that hit me were obviously heavier. Fists were everywhere in front of me, and Venus kept popping up. I didn't dare to lift my hands at all. I could only protect my lower body. In this case, I could still laugh wildly: "Yes, that's it. If I can beat me down, your training today will be over, otherwise you will be beautiful!"

When it was time for training, I, the instructor who was beaten to the point of a blue nose and a swollen face, took out more slight and more extraordinary tricks, which made the students complain. These students gritted their teeth and looked cold. They finally carried it until lunch time, but they immediately surrounded me without even eating, and punched me!

Cheng Yuanxia held a box of self-heated individual food, picked out a piece of beef sauce and sent it into her mouth to chew it. While enjoying the delicious food, he shook his head repeatedly and said, "It's crazy, it's all crazy!"

At the end of the day, all the people in the camp, except Cheng Yuanxia and Oshima Meika, turned into giant pandas. I guess they had one, two thousand feet, four or five thousand punches. If I hadn't been careful to block and protect them, I would have fallen under the ultimate skill of forking eyes, locking my throat, and kicking my younger brother. According to Cheng Yuanxia's report, the training camp consumed more than 100 bottles of safflower oil, slapped wine, and medical sprays that day. Morning training started the next morning, and everyone looked rosy and obviously gained a lot of weight.

Three weeks later, the trainees in the training camp threw away the sandbags in their hands, and without any protective gear, they replaced the wooden stick and started to slash at the practice. The screams like a pig-killing pig continued to sound. When it was time for the training break, they swung the stick in their hands and rushed towards me without saying a word. The fierce murderous aura of group charge actually made me feel the urge to run away.

Of course I was an instructor, but I couldn't retreat at the last moment. As a result, I was quickly beaten by a bunch of sticks and almost bleeding from my seven orifices.

Even though I was thick and thick in skin, I was already a VIP member of the hospital emergency room. I was beaten like a big shrimp in the net of sticks and couldn't straighten my waist. These students took turns to experiment on me, including the bayonet killing techniques taught by Cheng Yuanxia and the swordsmanship taught by Oshima Meika, which are all kinds of big upper and middle and lower, long pricks, pricks, and virtual pricks. While snatching the stick, they smashed the fork eyes, throats, and kicking brothers in the women's self-defense technique perfectly combined, forming a set of women's battlefield fighting techniques with fingers in the sword and sticks hidden in the feet.

Every time I see those girls smiling and holding up wooden sticks at me, my sweat as big as beans on my head will swell down. No wonder they can hold on until the end in their bloody fight with the Speed ​​Party. They are really not ordinary perverts.

That night, I used two bottles of medicinal wine and two cans of medical spray alone.

Cheng Yuanxia and Oshima Mika looked at me with stranger eyes and admiration. To train the wildness of the troops, they must find objects to vent their venting attacks. My instructor actually has this kind of feat of "sacrificing oneself to feed the eagle" and "self-recommendation of the Mao Tunnel". Just think about how a person can not wear any protective gear for a week, even if he gets more than 10,000 sticks, and can still jump around without bleeding and die in seven orifices, which is enough to make anyone admire him.

From the first day of training, Xiaoshan Hyeri, who was extra care of me, raised his stick and smashed and stabbed me, shouting fiercely: "Instructor, don't be polite. How can you fight against the enemy on the battlefield without fighting? You are so powerful, it's not a problem to defeat more than 100 of us, you can fight back!"

Damn, the tiger doesn't show off its might and think I'm a sick cat! I stretched out my left hand to catch the wooden stick that Xiaoshan Hyeri stabbed, and hit it hard with my right hand. It was the fork eye, throat, and kicked me these days! Xiaoshan Hyeri barely avoided the attacks between the upper and middle lines, and let out a sorrow cry and I kicked it four or five meters away. She covered her lower body and kept rolling on the ground. But she finally didn't jump up like Mika Oshima, holding my collar and shouting for me to compensate for anything*.

I picked up the stick and smashed the people around me, and several students fell to the ground with their stomachs covering their stomachs. At the same time, seventeen or eighteen sticks were stabbed on me. If it was really on the battlefield, I had already been stabbed thirty-six transparent holes. In a blink of an eye, I saw Cheng Yuanxia standing by watching the battle with great scent. I shouted: "Lao Jiu, why are you still standing there stupidly? Come in and fight me together! And Mika Oshima, your master is going to be beaten up. Japanese Bushido teaches you to stand aside and pretend to be stupid?"

Cheng Yuanxia picked up a stick and laughed and said, "I like it if I pick three times!"

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen sticks smashed at him and Mika Oshima together. A super melee of 128 people began. The bastard who rolled on the hillside and broke his thighs but kept lingering, raised a basin and beat it around, shouted: "Continue to fight the war drums, don't stop! Fight the instructor and Mika Oshima!"

I was so angry that I shouted: "You can let us three go today, and everyone will take a day off tomorrow!"

All the students shouted together: "Absolutely!"

Cheng Yuanxia and Oshima Mika shook their heads repeatedly. I really don’t know what kind of fun Fu Yinxue was put on his head. He was simply ignorant of life and death. In this case, he actually added fuel to the fire. The battle suddenly entered a state of white heat, and the sound of fierce roars and wooden sticks were heard. Cheng Yuanxia and Oshima Mika and I stood close together, waving the weapons in our hands desperately. At this time, it was fucking nonsense. Being able to concentrate all our strength and smash it hard was victory.

The guy holding the washbasin kept inspiring, strengthening, and blood-sucking military advisors: "Everyone rushed forward, the instructor was almost out of reach. For the day's vacation, everyone fought with him! Let the instructor see the style of our Japanese samurai. Many ants bite the elephant to death. Yes, just do it like this! Everyone cheered for Hideichi Tanaka. He is our hero. He can actually beat three sticks and have set our highest record..."

Not to mention that this guy's chattering is really effective. With the huge difference in combat power, this group of garbage students are like a group of locusts that cannot be beaten to death, rushing towards us. There are never less than four wooden sticks in front of me. Suddenly, my left rib hurts. I looked back in a hurry and saw that Mika Oshima was already under the stick.

Half an hour later, seven or eight holes were knocked out of the washbasin. In addition to the boy with broken legs, he could sit on a stone. One hundred and twenty-eight people fell to the ground in a row, moaning kept ringing, and some guys tried to get up, but they quickly gave up this futile struggle. There were wooden sticks stained with blood everywhere, and the surroundings were in a mess. If a few more tattered military flags swayed in the wind and a set sun that was about to set west, it would be like an ancient battlefield after the horns roared.

Tanaka Hideichi lay on the ground and shouted, "Instructor, you have been let down by us. Will you have a vacation tomorrow?"

I laughed and said, "Fuck, even if you don't have a vacation tomorrow, can you still get up? We hit you three or four hundred times before we can't get up. You will be finished on the spot after you get hit a few times. Knowing the difference in your strength, cheer me up and practice hard!"

Hideichi Tanaka shouted: "Can we be willing to practice hard to reach the level of the instructor?"

I shouted, "Nonsense, who is born with perverted power, isn't it all obtained through hard training? If you are thrown to school and fight now, as long as you are not pressed to the ground, seven or eight people will beat you up alone, at most both sides will be injured. You are already qualified to walk sideways on the street!"

More than one hundred trash students cheered at the same time, but they turned into moans halfway through shouting, which really sounded lacking some confidence. That night, we used more than 300 bottles of slapped wine and medical sprays.

Four weeks later, only 87 people were left to be able to get such a fierce and hard-hitting non-human training, and none of them were willing to leave.

People who can reach this point have proved that they have strong will, but their physical condition cannot adapt to such high-intensity cruel training and need to proceed step by step.

I only distributed food and fresh water to everyone for five days. I called a car and scattered them into this barren mountain. After the remaining fifteen days of training, God will be their instructors. Whether they are looking for survival supplies themselves or snatching their companions’ food, those who can survive in the harsh environment in the wild are considered qualified soldiers who have graduated.

It is difficult for a person to survive in the barren mountains. I believe that when they meet their companions, their hearts will be filled with surprises. In the division of labor and cooperation, they will gradually understand the importance of individual obedience to the group. The best among them will shine and heat, leading everyone out of difficulties. In the cruel survival competition in the wild, they will naturally become leaders who are convinced by everyone. These people will become my future captain!
Chapter completed!