Wang Zhijun took the lead in breaking a slender branch from the hanging willow tree. Then, he slightly trimmed the skill strip and pulled a handful of mud under the water. However, the mud in the water was too thin and he couldn't pinch it onto the skill strip.

"This is not possible. The mud here is too thin and soft, so it is impossible to pinch it. This method is not possible!"

After the failure, Wang Zhijun spoke to others.

Zhu Jianqiang said to Wang Zhijun: "Don't go into the mud under the water. The mud in the water has been soaked in a long time ago. It must be soft. You can try the mud on the shore that is not covered by water!"

Wang Zhijun said: "Oh, then I'll give it a try!"

Wang Zhijun continued to move forward. He pulled a handful of mud under the root of the willow tree. He bent over when he went to pull the mud, because even if he stood up and exposed to the water, he would definitely be called a violation by the instructor.

Wang Zhijun pulled off the mud and pinched it back and forth in his hand. He found that it was OK, so he pinched it on one end of the branch and then threw it violently like a throwing rod.

He really threw the mud in front of him out, but his angle was not fully adjusted, and it flew straight upwards. When it fell down, it hit him directly, and the splashed water splashed directly on his face.

Wang Zhijun wiped the water from his face, and then he pulled another handful of mud over. This time, with his previous experience, he finally threw the mud out and flew forward, rather than flying upward as before.

However, the mud did not fly too far and landed on the river. Seeing this result, Wang Zhijun said to the others present: "This is not OK, it seems that no one has left it far!"

At this moment, Ding Yi also pulled down a branch. The branch he pulled was long enough and thicker than the branch Wang Zhijun pulled. He said, "Wang Zhijun, your one is too short, so let me try it!"

When Wang Zhijun saw the branch on Ding Yi's hand that was much thicker than his, he said: "Your in that situation is not good, your one is not flexible at first glance. You may not have to throw it far away!"

Ding Yi didn't care. Wang Zhijun said that he really pulled a handful of mud, and it was very big. He pinched it on the thin head at the top of the branch, then carried the skill strip on his shoulder, looked at one direction, and began to swing.

I saw him swing violently, and the branches carrying them on his shoulders were drawn in a half-shaped shape. When he stopped suddenly, the mud in front of him flew out in a flash.

Ding Yi didn't master it well. Just like Wang Zhijun at the beginning, the mud was thrown up by him. When the mud was thrown out, Ding Yi also looked up, and Wang Zhijun followed him.

"I'll go, can you throw this high?"

Seeing the mud that Wang Zhijun threw out flying high, Wang Zhijun couldn't help but sigh that he threw it up for the first time, but the height that Ding Yi threw was less than 1/3.

The mud fell down and landed on the river surface, but it was about 20 meters away from them. Although the distance was very close, it was already amazing for Ding Yi because he had not adjusted the direction.

At this moment, Wang Zhijun suddenly felt that the branch in his hand that was relatively thin and more elastic was no longer fragrant. He threw the branch onto the water and came to Ding Yi. He reached out to Ding Yi and said, "You seem to be very fierce, let me try it!"

Ding Yi did not refuse, and he reached out and handed the thicker and longer branch on his hand to Wang Zhijun's hand. After Wang Zhijun took it, he looked at it, then shook it, and felt the elasticity of the branch.

He found that the elasticity of this branch was really poor, relatively harder, and he couldn't help but guess whether the better the elasticity, the worse it wouldn't be.

Before I figured out these things, I still had to try it out. Wang Zhijun pulled another handful of the soil under the roots of the willow tree, pinched it back and forth in his hand, and then pinched it to the thin head of the branch, and then threw it out according to his experience.

The few people who came here to pick up the branches looked at the mud that Wang Zhijun threw out and flew out with the mud and drew a parabola, and finally flew into a small wood far away by the river.

On a small high ground in the woods, Ma Dazhuang sat under a small tree and watched the special training team members in the river who were undergoing primary cold-resistant training.

Suddenly, he found a black block flying towards him from the sky. When he saw the gray block getting closer and closer to him, he subconsciously hurriedly avoided.

As soon as Ma Dazhuang jumped to the side, the mud was thrown at the position he had been standing before. Ma Dazhuang looked down and saw that it was a piece of mud, and couldn't help but mutter: "Who is this? It's so fierce that it can throw mud from the other side of the river to here."

Ma Dazhuang did not suspect that someone was throwing mud at this place. In his opinion, the only people who could do such a thing were the special training team members who were conducting primary cold-resistant training in the river, because they were the only ones who would use this method to resist the instructors who had been oppressing them.

He even speculated whether there were instructors in this direction, and the underwater special training team members launched an attack on this side and made them bigger, so they threw them to this side.

"No, I have to change places. It's not safe anymore. I can't go back in a mud!"

After Ma Dazhuang finished speaking, he began to retreat and prepared to return to the area where he had come before. The reason why he could appear here was because the line snake was going to the front to deal with the special training team members attacking the instructor with mud. He wanted to see more clearly, so he walked over from the previous place. His current location was only about 100 meters away from the shore.

"As such a large piece of mud, it is a little smaller than this, but it can't be thrown even more. Here, it can be at least a hundred meters away by the river. If you can run so far, you can at least break the record of the entire army. I have to pay attention to it."

Ma Dazhuang thought and retreated. He even thought about finding this special training team that could dig out so far. He must participate in the special forces competition in the future, at least he can get a ranking in a single competition.

There were two other instructors from the Line Snake. They didn't know what happened on Ma Dazhuang. At this moment, they were just watching from afar whether anyone of the underwater special training team members had left the water. They didn't care too much about the others.

Ding Yi, Wang Zhijun, Zhang Qian and Zhu Jianqiang and others, because they were traveling to the other side, they were even further away from here. What were they doing, the instructors didn't see clearly, but the instructors were sure that as long as they didn't leave the river, that would be enough.
Chapter completed!