Soon, the time came to 1:49 in the afternoon, and the special forces soldiers stood under the scorching sun, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

It was not that they were exhausted from nearly four hours of military posture, but that their bodies were almost bursting and their legs were numb.

Qin Yuan looked at the time and said with a smile, "There are still the last ten minutes."

Everyone felt refreshed at the same time. As long as they could survive the last ten minutes, they could completely release the pressure. That refreshing feeling would definitely be very comfortable.

In the end, everyone persisted for four hours. When Qin Yuan announced that the training was over, they all hunched over and covered their crotches, and trotted towards the bathroom.

It's not that they don't want to run over quickly to relieve the pressure, but they really don't dare. God knows what will happen if they take such a big step to run.

"..."

After solving the physical problems and going to the cafeteria for a meal, everyone gathered at the training ground again. Qin Yuan directly asked them to be responsible for eighty kilograms and run two hundred laps on the playground without saying a word.

Everyone has already adapted to this kind of high-intensity weight-bearing training. They would rather run another two hundred laps than continue the morning training.

After warming up, Qin Yuan took them to the shooting range. At this time, the place was no longer in use. There were pieces of machines inside, and baskets of badminton were placed next to the machines.

"Thor, what kind of training equipment are these? Why haven't I seen them before?" The old fox looked at the rows of machines in front of him with a puzzled look.

"This is called an automatic badminton server. It is an equipment used for training badminton." Lei Zhan answered truthfully.

"Could it be that the instructor was so kind and thought it was pointless to abuse us all day long, so he rewarded us with a badminton game?" Little Bee's face showed a hint of joy.

"Hey, you can have this. I remember when I was in school, I was called the Little Feather Prince by all the girls in the school." Harley wiped her hair and made a gesture that looked cool to me.

"Haha, you are overthinking. The instructor is so perverted, how could he let us play? There might be some trap waiting for us!" The King of Hell curled his lips and looked at the two of them with eyes full of ridicule.
Chapter completed!