Wang Peng in front of the team didn't even look at his subordinates in the camp. At first, he counted as quietly as possible:

"139...140..."

When he approached the team of the Sixth Battalion, he simply approached Gao Zhicheng, the commander of the Sixth Battalion next door, and shouted loudly to Gao Zhicheng:

"...141!"

Upon hearing this number, Gao Zhicheng quickly turned to look at the Fifth Battalion aside. Now everyone could see that the physical strength of most of the people in the Fifth Battalion had reached the limit, and they were extremely exhausted. But Wang Peng did not want to

The meaning of stopping is clearly understood in the expeditionary force. Because they have different origins, and the commander-in-chief Cai E insists on being fair, so if you want to show your face, you must train the troops. Only in this way can you show your face. People with different backgrounds

The relationship made them all hold their breath in their hearts, and they all wanted to outdo each other in training, so there was a secret rivalry between officers and officers, and there was also a reluctance to admit defeat between soldiers. Not to mention divisions

The divisions and the regiments and battalions of each division also competed with each other, and the superiors also encouraged this for the simple reason of "fair competition."

In fact, all the soldiers are gritting their teeth and holding on, trying to hold on until the opponent stops first, and then win a "small victory." For them, now they are stuck in the military camp, they can only rely on

This simple physical training is a way to vent your energy.

Thinking of Wang Peng's proud face if he won, Gao Zhi closed his eyes tightly and suddenly shouted:

"Brothers, do you admit defeat?"

"No!"

More than 800 officers and soldiers of the Sixth Battalion shouted in unison,

“Even if we lose, it’s still the fifth battalion!”

Their roar immediately triggered a rebuttal from the fifth battalion. After a brief rebuttal, the arm strength competition began again. When the count reached "180", the physical strength of the vast majority of the officers and soldiers of the two battalions had actually reached the extreme.

, they tried to see clearly in front of them, but they could not see clearly for a long time. Sweat had already entered their eyes. In fact, they were so tired that they could not hear what others were saying clearly. The world began to tilt again, and the heaven and earth began to buzz again. This would be very important to them.

For each person, as long as there is an order, they will throw down the ammunition box and lie on the ground for a good rest, but the order is not given.

Without an order to stop, without admitting defeat to the opponent, the competition must begin. The two competing parties have already pressed for tonight's chicken. After many negotiations, the French finally improved their food, although it took a while.

Everyone can see the meat, but for the sake of competition, there will always be one party that takes advantage of their own meat.

In fact, when the competition reached this point, both Wang Peng and Gao Zhicheng canceled the competition. They even forgot to count and just looked at their soldiers with some heartache.

"300,"

Wang Peng suddenly reached out and wiped his eyes.

"301."

Listening to this number, Gao Zhicheng's smoke burned into his hand, and he threw it away in pain. He looked a little dazed. The same was true for Peng at this time. Everyone looked at each other, but when they looked at their own soldiers, no one wanted to take the initiative to speak.

The word "draw" comes out, after all...

"How is this going?"

At this moment, an officer came over and was their regiment leader. The regiment leader looked at the soldiers who were so tired that they could hardly lift the ammunition boxes, and then looked at his subordinates and immediately realized the reason.

"Put down the magazine and stand at attention!"

Following the regimental commander's command, there was chaos on the playground. After the soldiers put down their ammunition boxes, there was silence. At this time, the officers and soldiers on the training ground were already like walking zombies. They stood there, slowly letting go of their sore hands.

When he came down, the sweat on his chin dripped on the ground, and the physical training clothes on his body were already soaked with sweat.

At this moment, a voice as low as that of a dying man reached the group leader's ears:

"Sir...sir...who...who won?"

"You win, you all win..."

"Brothers, do you have roast chicken?"

"All of them! One for each person..."

When the heavy words came out of the regimental commander's mouth, nearly 1,700 officers and soldiers seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground desperately. They were so tired that they didn't even want to move. Now they just

They held on with just one breath, while brothers from other battalions and companies on the side quickly brought them water.

"Nonsense!"

Looking at the tired soldiers dying, the regiment leader cursed angrily. He knew why they did this. It was to drain the soldiers' energy. This was even his order. To be precise, the order came from the commander.

Ordered by the Ministry.

"If you keep holding it in like this, sooner or later it will come out!"

Finally, the group leader cursed bitterly, but could only sigh.

"Damn it, when can I go to the front line!"

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