Special Years

"Damn!"

Zhuang Yan tried many times, but his hands seemed to have lost control and were shaking really badly.

Not only the hands, but also the body is shaking.

In fact, it was fine just now in the water, at least after getting used to the water temperature, I can feel more comfortable.

On the shore, when the wind in the mountains blew, people sifted through chaff and began to tremble involuntarily.

When a person shakes, his hand shakes, and when his hand shakes, let alone threading a needle, even an iron pillar cannot pass through.

Majestic is a little desperate.

Thirty hours and twenty minutes of sleep.

too tired……

Zhuang Yan felt that he was already a veteran. No matter how hard the training was, or how fierce the torture was, he would never cry.

But now she has a sense of despair that she is about to cry.

A second lieutenant sitting on the right behind him had collapsed by this time.

Holding the needle and sobbing while threading it, I couldn't get it in.

The pressure has reached its limit, and people will become extremely vulnerable.

The purpose of this training is to push the limits of human beings, to push you into desperate situations, to see how you deal with difficult situations.

Maybe it's inhumane, but it's very necessary.

Due to the particularity of the tasks they shoulder, the special forces often need to go deep behind enemy lines to carry out risky operations even if they have strong logistical and intelligence support.

A hail of bullets or a heavy siege is commonplace for members of the special forces.

Therefore, every member of the special forces must not only have excellent physical fitness and military literacy, but also have a strong nerve and be able to withstand more pressure than ordinary people.

"Can't you wear it?! You are a waste!"

Instructor No. 5 came over at this time, stood in front of the second lieutenant, and began to roar.

"Wear it!" The second lieutenant hooked his head and stared at the needle and thread, but his hands were still shaking.

Again, needle threading failed...

"You can't do it! Give it up! You bastard!" The instructor started to attack with insulting language.

"I can!" the second lieutenant insisted.

"Look, you failed again! Are you still a special forces soldier? You are a special bad soldier! You can't even get through a needle!"

Instructor 5's language began to become more vicious.

"You see your eyes are red, you cry? You are a useless baby, go back to your mother's arms and cry! This is the special forces, you are not suitable here! Give up!"

"I don't..." Although the second lieutenant said so, tears flowed out.

"I will never give up! I will not give up! I will not give up!"

The second lieutenant seemed to be hitting back at Instructor No. 5, and he seemed to be cheering himself up!

Just as Instructor No. 5 attacked the second lieutenant, Instructor No. 3 walked to the solemn front.

Don't be cowardly!

Can't cry!

I can't let you see a joke!

The solemn stubbornness erupted again.

"Not a single one of them went through! Student No. 23, you should give up!"

Sure enough, the old friend of Instructor No. 3 started taunting solemnly with extremely contemptuous language.

Solemn didn't say a word.

The hand is still trying to thread the needle.

However, it still failed.

"Look! You failed again! You have no right to stay here! Look at the others, they are almost dressed! You can't make it to breakfast! Give up, you are just a soldier, and no one will laugh at you if you give up. !"

Instructor No. 3 saw that Majestic failed again, and immediately began to babble on personality insults again.

"No. 23, you are a waste! You can't even wear a needle!"

The solemn head was already in chaos, and the constant verbal attacks of Instructor No. 3 really made it even more confusing.

fail again...

At the solemn moment, I really wanted to give up.

Isn't it just a training camp abroad?

Can you do this?

"Look at your hands, so stupid! I can do better than you with my toes!" Instructor No. 3 continued to roar: "Give up! Give up as soon as possible, you can eat and drink! If you can't You won't even be able to eat breakfast until you get to the top of the mountain in the eighty! There are other tests to come, and you won't be able to survive it at all!"

Under a series of attacks, the solemn eruption.

"Come on!" Zhuang Yan suddenly showed a weird smile and looked up at Instructor No. 3: "Come on."

Instructor No. 3 was stunned.

"what?"

It was the first time he saw that a student could actually laugh at such a time.

He didn't even know that every time Zhuang Yan was in a desperate situation, he would laugh when he was in a hurry.

"You said that you can do better with your toes than me, ask the instructor to demonstrate!" Zhuang Yan looked at Instructor No. 3 with an enigmatic smile on the corner of his mouth.

"..."

Instructor No. 3 was at a loss for words.

I just said it casually, stepping on this soldier.

It may be possible to thread a needle through the toe, but I have never tried it myself.

"Now it's you who need to thread the needle, not the instructor! If you don't want to, you can leave immediately! Get out of here!"

Instructor No. 3 finally avoided the solemn questioning and carried the majesty of being an instructor.

Zhuang Yan sneered and lowered his head again.

However, he really can't wear it.

Instructor No. 3 did not leave. He wanted to see if the new recruit could complete the task.

He is watching the fun.

"Don't complain to me! Look at yourself, you haven't worn a needle properly, it's not wrong to say you're a waste..."

Suddenly, his words got stuck in his mouth, unable to speak.

Because he saw a scene that surprised him.

Zhuang Yan picked up the needle and stabbed it on his fingertips.

The blood flower suddenly bloomed on the fingertips.

Zhuang Yan immediately began to thread the needle, and as soon as it was pierced, it passed.

Then he picked up another needle and stabbed his fingertip again.

One more blood flower...

Zhuang Yan put on another needle.

Instructor No. 3 understood.

The solemnity is to use pain to temporarily stimulate one's own nerves, to achieve the purpose of hitting the spirit and attention.

Ten fingers pain return to the heart.

Sticking your fingertips is a good idea.

After looking at it for a while, Zhuang Yan passed through five needles in a row, with five more needle eyes on his fingers, and blood stained several fingers.

Instructor No. 3 suddenly felt that he should not continue to attack this new recruit.

Maybe……

This kid can do it.

Because he is really cruel!

The last needle was pierced, and the solemn stood up quickly, standing up too quickly and almost fell to the ground.

"Report! Done!"

Instructor No. 3 came over, glanced at the foam board in Zhuang Yan's hand, nodded slightly, his expression was no longer like a vicious mad dog like before, but became much gentler, even gentler than usual.

"On the 23rd, you have passed the border, go to the Warrior's car."

Majestic turned around to leave.

Instructor No. 3 suddenly whispered behind him: "Boy, I wish you success!"

Standing solemnly in the same place~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After three seconds, he ran away and ran towards the hillside.

Old Baimao came over and took the foam board in the hands of instructor No. 3.

"The first one to finish?"

"Yeah." Instructor No. 3 looked sideways at his boss, and said in a tone of admiration, "This kid can do it, but he stabbed himself with a needle, relying on pain to focus his attention."

Old Baimao put the foam board in his hand and played with it for a while with great interest, then raised his head and glanced in the direction where the solemn went away.

He didn't say anything, just smiled.

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