Hell Oh, hell!

Hell is not very scary. Anyway, I am used to it, but today I realized that hell is also divided into levels. Isn’t there an eighteen-layer knife saw hell below?

According to legend, those traitors who are traitors will eventually be killed in the sword and saw hell. The ghosts will take off the clothes of the visitor and tie them to four wooden stakes in the shape of a "big" shape, starting from the crotch to the head, and using a saw to kill them. This cruel torture is too artistic and enough to make people feel pain to a mad situation.

I think I am facing this situation now. My feet are heavy, and it takes a lot of effort to turn down. My shoulders and ankles are so hot that they seem to have a layer of skin off. And there are also hateful yells and scoldings in my ears:

"Waste, you waste, run so slowly? Didn't you all be the first in the past? Why is it the last one now? Waste! Run away quickly."

The "King Qiao Yan" who was killed, you don't know that I had added fatal equipment. This is equivalent to a full-equipped off-road weight. He seemed to be deliberately humiliating us. He even asked us to carry these equipment for a morning of five kilometers and four hundred meters of obstacles, and two short-distance mountain climbing sprints.

Finally, before dinner, he, a despicable villain, asked everyone in the recruit platoon to conduct a 15-kilometer off-road assessment. Unfortunately, my body now seems to have been broken up by a chainsaw, and it is completely unselfish. I am almost collapsed.

The leggings that Company Commander Kuang gave us were so terrifying. I had to forget about five kilometers and four hundred meters in the first few times. After all, my foundation was there. Although I could no longer rank at the top, I could finally finish running without moving forward. However, after "King Qiao Yan" almost exhausted all my energy and had another 15-kilometer off-road assessment, I realized the cruelty of this perverted training.

Poor, there is a Peng Zheng next to me. The boy put on this set of equipment with great enthusiasm. When he started running the first five kilometers in the morning, he was still talking with great enthusiasm. He even walked in front of me with great enthusiasm. But now? The boy's eyes were almost turned pale, his lips were leaning on my shoulders, and he pressed nearly half of his weight.

With a body that seemed to have just been taken out of the water, our sweat had soaked in the training uniform. I struggled to support Peng Zheng. Although the stick of "King Qiao Yan" was sucking hard on me, and although his roar was still ringing in my ears, I had no feeling of all this, and my pain nerves disappeared.

My vision has begun to blur, and the shadows in front are becoming more and more difficult to distinguish. Even if my comrades beside us look at us who are running like a fierce horse in confusion, my face is filled with confusion. Needless to say, we must be the last two of us in this assessment this time, and it is a miracle that we can still stand now.

I bit and tried hard to support it. I saw that my comrades had stopped, and I believed that the end was not far away, but my ears were already buzzing. The things in front of me were as vast as white fog, and my steps became extremely staggering, as if I had drunk four or five bottles of Erguotou just now, and my space and distance were almost collapsed.

"You are like a bear and can you run for less than one minute and forty-five seconds? You still want to compete with me? Xiong Bing, fuck you hurry up, where is your usual spirit?"

The voice of "King Qiao Yan" followed me in a gloomy way. He was despising me, he was despising me, he stimulated my brain nerves with a very despicable tone, and these words were even more vicious than the stick in his hand hitting me.

"Peng...Peng Zheng, you... fucking support... give me support... support, wait... we have to hold on..."

I roared wildly, as if I was desperate to roar at Peng Zheng beside me!

Damn it! Boy! Get up, you press me like this, I can't run, I will be unable to support it. Now I feel like I'm pressing a mountain.

I think this is the longest time I have spent in the recruit company. Now every step I have taken, every shadow around me is so slowly thrown behind me, as if the time around me has stopped. The little ghost head is even worse than me. I see his eyes blurred, and even his pupils have contracted a little.

"Run...Run...Damn, didn't you say you wanted to fight with me? Why are you so angry now?"

Never give up, never give up. I know this is a manifestation of the limit of the human body, which shows that the current exercise has reached the critical point of our personal physical endurance, but this is the critical moment to stimulate the potential of the human body. If you give up, all your efforts will be wasted.

So, I roared in Peng Zheng's ear as if I was cheering myself up. The roar seemed to emit all the depression and anger in my heart. I was like a wounded tiger and let out the last roar. This sound actually made the "King Qiao Yan" behind me startled and couldn't help but close his hateful mouth.

"Ah... I've fought hard..."

My roar just passed, as if this huge cry had touched the unyielding bloody nature deep in Peng Zheng's heart. This kid suddenly pushed me and ran forward madly. The miserable I still had half the strength now. When I pushed him, I sat on the ground, almost giving this weak force that was so weak that I was about to vent my anger.

"Persevere... stick to it, the end will be ahead! Get up... Get up..."

At this time, people's spirit is the most fragile, and it feels extremely comfortable to lie on the ground. I just feel that I have no strength at all, so how can I still stand up?

But suddenly a voice roared in my ear, his tone was anxious and full of encouragement, and he seemed to touch my ear and shouted: "It's only 50 meters, and running is a victory. Can't you even support 50 meters? Come on! Do you really want to be a waste?"

Damn, I was going to die, and I tried my best. When I heard this sound in my ears, his motivation made me feel hot all over. I didn't know that some energy came out of the place in my body, and finally made me stand up with a shake and sway. I screamed wildly, like a red-eyed wolf, I ran forward with my life.

It sounds nice to say that running wildly, and it is also my sad illusion. Looking at Peng Zheng in front of him and plunging on the comrades in front of him like crazy, I actually took a step higher and lower, and my steps higher and lower were slower than the speed of running for elementary school students. But what is rare is that I stood up again after all, and my tenacious backbone was enough to shock anyone.

I told myself that I am the strongest, I am a warrior, I have to survive, and I can't let Company Commander Kuang and "King Qiao Yan" look down on me. I want to be a real man. A bloody frenzy rushed to the depths of my brain. I seemed to have all the potential in my body at this moment, and I was willing to sacrifice myself!
Chapter completed!