Faced with the scorching sun, Abdu and all the hunters of the hunting tribe stood in an orderly queue according to the standard infantry exercises stipulated in the standard infantry exercises. Opposite Abdu and others, ten workers from the inner guard armed police forces also maintained the standard attentive posture, staring at the members of the hunting tribe standing opposite him with bright eyes.

At the beginning of training, Abdu and all members of the hunter tribe stood in the standard standing posture for fifteen minutes, and their movements had already made obvious distortions. Especially after several hunters were ruthlessly scolded by Harbala for their incorrect standing posture, almost all the hunters shouted at Harbala unwillingly. Especially Abdu, who was standing all over, stood straight and declared straight that this was not training, but a cruel way of punishment, and had nothing to do with fighting with a gun!

Faced with the doubts of Abdu and the members of the hunting tribe, Halbala did not refute at all. She seemed to randomly select ten workers from the busy workers, standing opposite the hunters in a standard attentive posture.

The shouting voice disappeared without a trace after the workers stood for ten minutes. All members of the hunting tribe, including Abdu, were almost shocked by the momentum coming from the workers who stood as straight as green pine. Obediently, according to Harbala's request, they stood in a neat queue again.

He raised his wrist and looked at the watch. Harbara reached out and wiped away the sweat from the sun on his face, turned around and walked towards the pile of weapons and equipment placed not far away: "Keep your current posture! If you don't move around, you won't be injured!"

Before Abdu and the members of the hunting tribe understood the meaning of Harbala's words, Harbala had picked up an AK74 automatic rifle, turned the gun and pulled the trigger towards Abdu who was standing straight.

The sharp gunfire and the tongue of flames that emerged from the muzzle made Abdu bend down and dodge. Even the members of the hunting tribe standing beside Abdu were in chaos for a moment, and they all held their heads and squatted towards the ground.

Obviously, he had expected the reaction of Abdu and others. Harbalali changed into a new magazine and shouted at Abdu and others: "If you don't move around, you won't be injured! Keep your standing posture!"

Before the roar was over, Harbala had already leveled the automatic rifle in his hand and pulled the trigger towards Abdu's feet. The scorching bullet hit the ground at Harbala's feet, and suddenly aroused a series of sand and dust columns half a meter high. The scattered gravel made Abdu's legs and feet hurt, making Abdu scream involuntarily.

He shot short shots at Abdu's feet without any mercy. Harbala seemed to have not seen the tiny wounds hit by the splattered sand on Abdu's legs and feet. He just shouted loudly: "If you don't move, you won't be injured! Obey my orders, otherwise the bullets will penetrate your bodies and turn you into a bloody pocket that slowly dried up in the sun!"

Feeling the burning air flow generated by the bullets passing by his legs and feet, Abdu, who was forced to have nowhere to hide, closed his eyes in despair, gritted his teeth and stood up straight, and put on a resignation.

Seeing Abdu's look of closing his eyes and waiting for death, Halbala roared loudly: "Open your eyes and look at me! When hunting, will you also close your eyes and face the lion rushing towards you?!"

After a sudden shiver, Abdu suddenly widened his eyes and roared at Harbala: "A real hunter will never be timid about his prey!"

A wicked smile suddenly flashed across his face, and Harbala quickly changed into a magazine again, shouting loudly at Abdu who looked at him with anger, "Speak your full name!"

Abdu was stunned, but still subconsciously answered Harbala's question: "Sierra Leone Jacob Abdu!"

He pulled the trigger and fired a short shot at Abdu's feet. Harbala kept roaring: "What was the first prey you hunted?"

"A sand wolf!"

"Your Hunter's title in the tribe?"

"Lion Hunter!"

"What color is the top that is third in front of you wearing?"

"Yellow...I mean, yellow and white stripes!"

"Let's go down! Push-ups, I've taught you! Start moving right away! I mean everyone..."

With a loud shout, Harbala threw down the automatic rifle whose barrel was already hot, grabbed two self-defense pistols equipped with DIY extended magazines, and strode between Abdu, who was busy doing push-ups and members of the hunting tribe. He randomly held a gun and pulled the trigger to the heads and sides of the hunting tribe members, and only made dust splash.

The shooting that was so close, the push-up movements stopped at some point, and the strange questions that popped up from Harbala from time to time made Abdu and all members of the hunting tribe miserable, but he had to obey Harbala's orders to complete one movement after another, answering seemingly endless tricky questions. However, in just over a dozen minutes, a member of the hunting tribe could no longer bear the torture of both psychological and physiological aspects. He suddenly jumped up from the ground with a strange scream, and rushed forward, shouting loudly: "I'm not going to do it anymore! I'm going to go back to the tribe..."

Without waiting for the black man who could not bear the torture to rush out a few steps, among the ten workers from the inner guard armed police standing in front of Abdu and others, two people had already emerged from the crowd, and unceremoniously held the panicked and running black man, pressing the screaming black man to the ground with force!

He looked at the black man who was pressed to the ground and cried randomly. Harbala looked cold and said, "Coward..."

Almost as Harbala finished speaking, Abdu, who was lying on the ground doing push-ups, kept roaring, "Come back! A real hunter is never timid! Cowards and cowards will be expelled from the tribe..."

The hunter, who was pressed to the ground, howled and climbed back into the hunters' queue: "No... I'm not a coward, I'm not a coward."

Standing in a machine gun nest covered with a canopy in the distance, Tang Guoming held up a telescope and looked at the training scene of Abdu and the members of the hunting tribe, and sighed with emotion: "I hope more than half of these guys can withstand this urgent training. Otherwise, we would have insufficient personnel to use! If we force ourselves to the end, even the workers would have to go to battle with guns... This is not the scene I want to see!"

Also holding a telescope to observe the training scene of Abdu and others, Pan Guanxin nodded with a slight stern: "Old Ha is really cruel to start! This training mode is not very daring to use in conventional troops. It is basically a means to use when training elite combat soldiers. There is no room for buffering for these guys... I hope that the gods believed in can bless them!"
Chapter completed!