Special Years

The solemn concern is not without reason.

At this moment, Captain Yan Ming is facing a difficult choice.

He was not the last batch of needles to be pierced and completed the stability assessment.

However, only a dozen meters away from the cart point, Yan Ming stopped.

The knee hurts.

He subconsciously touched his knee.

Even if there is a chance along the way, I go to find an ice pack for cold compresses, but the old injury will inevitably recur.

Bending down, he reached out and wiped it.

The feeling told Yan Ming that his knee was swollen.

In fact, since the first day of the ultra-long-distance attack, Yan Ming's old injury has already shown signs of recurrence.

No, to be precise, not long after entering the reserve team, the high-intensity training has already made Yan Ming feel that his knees are a little overwhelmed.

Although the doctor told himself that the operation was a success at the General Hospital last year, he also warned that it was better to leave the special forces.

Even if you want to stay in the special forces, try to stay away from high-intensity training and do some support work.

Guaranteed jobs?

This made this iron man, who would be thirty years old in seven months at the time, feel a little sad.

Since I started as a soldier, I have been a combat unit since the age of the soldier. In the first-line combat squad, all the way to the "Red Arrow" brigade, and then participating in various army competitions, I have never been in the military for more than ten years. One day logistics.

Now let yourself do the logistical work?

It's worse than shooting myself in the knee.

In the end, Yan Ming did not follow the doctor's orders and did not leave the first-line company.

But the doctor didn't bluff himself either, and the knee injury recurred.

For the first half of the month, Yan Ming and Zhuang Yan were in a group of several senior soldiers, and many physical subjects received a lot of care.

But this kind of care doesn't last long.

Yan Ming, who was lucky, finally had to face a problem now - if he went to push the cart now, if he pushed it halfway, his knees would really not be able to withstand it, and the other three would be affected.

Even if the other three people have enough physical strength to go back to the starting point to find another team member to re-form a four-person team, and then push the Warriors car to the finish line, they will fall into an extremely passive situation in terms of time and physical fitness.

The most likely consequence is that the remaining three are eliminated from the competition.

Yan Ming subconsciously glanced at the position on his shoulder.

There was supposed to be a rank there.

It's the rank of a lieutenant.

I am a deputy company commander, and I was going to be an instructor this year.

In fact, looking back, maybe Zhang Hui, the leader of the team, knew about and considered his physical condition early on. The position of instructor is the best arrangement for him who doesn't want to leave the front line.

"Hey! Old Yan! Here!"

Two old specials from the Northwest Wolf Brigade who knew them were waving to them at the starting point.

Next to them was a Siberian Tiger team member.

"Quick! There is only one person left! Let's form a team!" The Northeastern accent of the Siberian Tiger team members may feel strange to them, why they suddenly stopped at a place more than 20 meters away and stopped moving forward.

Yan Ming was struggling in his heart.

He even thought by luck that maybe he could really survive.

Isn't it just 100 meters?

The **** is not steep, it is similar to the flat ground, and the road conditions are also very good, there are no ravines and ravines, maybe...

Maybe it really can.

But what if it doesn't work?

That's the same as hurting several other people.

There are only 80 places to eat, and the players after 80 have two choices-either continue to be hungry and insist on coping with the next training and assessment with others; or choose to quit and leave the reserve team.

Stay hungry?

This may sound a little far-fetched.

The rules set by the old white hair are difficult to be part-time strongmen.

If you don't eat, no one can survive until tomorrow, even if they are strictly trained special forces, they are not immortals, and they are not iron robots.

Judging from my own experience, as long as I miss the opportunity to eat this morning, it is almost impossible for anyone to survive.

In other words, only 80 people can stay today.

The truth is so cruel.

He looked back at the river, and there were still many people threading needles.

The cold and the drop in body temperature have caused many people to not complete the stability assessment so far.

If there is no problem with the Northwest Wolf and Siberian Tiger Brigade, they will definitely be in the 80th.

go with?

Still not going?

quit?

Or fight?

Captain Yan Ming, a special warfare officer, has never had such hesitation in his life.

"Number 31! What are you doing!"

Instructor No. 6 appeared behind him.

Seeing Yan Ming standing on the side of the road without moving for a long time, he felt something was wrong.

"Are you hurt!? Are you trying to quit!? Yes you can tell me! I'll let you go right away!"

"No!"

Yan Ming replied subconsciously.

give up?

How can you give up!

As an officer, Yan Ming didn't even dare to think about those two words.

From the days of being a soldier to the present, Yan Ming has never chosen the word "give up" in any training or competition.

For him, for a man.

Giving up means more than just a matter of dignity.

"Then what are you doing standing here!? Do you think there is too much time?!" Instructor No. 6 roared.

Yan Ming stopped talking, gritted his teeth, and ran towards the warrior's car.

"Old Yan, what are you doing?"

A lieutenant of the Siberian Tigers patted his arm, then shook his head and sighed: "Haha, I have to admit, we are all past our prime, those recruits are stronger than us! That apprentice of yours is the first A group went up..."

Saying that, he shook his head and smiled.

"Come on! Everyone get ready! Who's going to the front? Count me in, come another one!"

Yan Ming was stunned when he heard that Zhuang Yan was the first to reach the point.

Countless thoughts exploded in his mind, like a string of lit gun battles.

Yan Ming didn't pay attention to what the surrounding teammates said.

"Old Yan!"

"Old Yan!"

The lieutenant of the Siberian Tiger Brigade pushed Yan Ming.

"what happened to you?"

Yan Ming woke up suddenly like a dream.

"Everyone..."

He glanced at the far end point and pursed his lips forcefully.

"I'm sorry, you can find someone else."

He turned around and walked towards Instructor No. 6 on the side of the road.

Instructor No. 6 stared at Yan Ming, wondering why he suddenly stopped.

"Report!"

Instructor No. 6 said coldly: "Allow to speak."

Yan Ming took a deep breath and made up his mind: "I apply to withdraw from the selection!"

As soon as the words came out, all the players around were stunned.

Instructor No. 6 asked, "Have you decided?"

Yan Ming nodded vigorously: "Yes, I have decided."

Instructor No. 6 stayed on Yan Ming's face for a few seconds, then picked up the roster, swiped Yan Ming's name with a red pen, and made a cross.

Yan Ming's eyes jumped.

The red fork was as if a knife had been slashed into his heart.

"The No. 31 team announced that they have withdrawn from the selection!" The No. 6 instructor shouted loudly ~www.novelmt.com~ After shouting, he pointed to the end of the road, that is the end.

"Go, have something to eat, and then take the car back, someone will arrange the departure procedures for you."

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Many new readers have left messages in the comment area, saying that the character at the beginning of the solemn is not likable, that it is reckless and has low emotional intelligence, and sometimes they are really emotional. In fact, when I look back on my eighteen years, there are a few people who are really like this one today. Are you generally smooth, emotionally intelligent, and mature? Come on, I admit that my first year in the army was really touching with emotional intelligence. At eighteen years old, no one has the same youth.

It seems that the biggest problem with realism is that they are unhappy. Many people may not be able to be smooth and sophisticated today, but they dream of finding an eighteen-year-old who is as stable and smooth as a forty-eight-year-old in realism.

I admit, I have too much respect for facts in this book.

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