"It's ready." All ten new recruits replied loudly, full of momentum.

Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction, with confidence in his eyes!

After three months of training, the ten soldiers in front of him had undergone earth-shaking changes and were becoming more and more soldiers. Everyone was full of energy and spirit, with a tall figure like a pineapple, and a faint slight ruthlessness and perseverance on his body!

This is the biggest difference between them and the rest of the recruits in terms of temperament.

Yang Feng initially trained them for a long time in standing military posture and walking in a row, polishing their qualities of perseverance, while the practice of military fist later cultivated their fierce and fierce strength!

As a soldier, you must be ruthless, be ruthless to the enemy, and be even more ruthless to yourself!

Yang Feng turned around and waited quietly to appear.

"Report!"

Suddenly, a timid voice came from the team.

"What's wrong?" Yang Feng turned around and asked.

"Squad leader, I suddenly want to go to the bathroom." A soldier said anxiously with his face flushed.

"Hold on!" Yang Feng looked at the order of appearance. He had already arrived at the recruit company of their regiment, and there were two classes that were about to appear. It was definitely too late to go to the toilet at this time.

"But I can't help it anymore." The soldier's tone was full of crying. He hated his stomach to death. When did he feel that it was not possible? He just lost his link at this critical moment!

"I can't help it! Will the enemy give you time to use the toilet on the battlefield?" Yang Feng roared in a low voice, "Now it is the battlefield. For our squad 3rd squad, this is a war. Are you a deserter?"

"Report, I don't want to!" the soldier shouted excitedly.

In three months, Yang Feng has cultivated their backbone and fearlessness as a soldier.

Sacrifice is OK, but you must not be a deserter!

"Then let it go." Yang Feng said, "This is on the battlefield. My life is almost impossible to save. Is there still the mood to think about shit?"

"Yes!" the soldier roared, his face turned red, and even if his stomach was uncomfortable, he tried his best to endure it.

"The training below shows the third squad of the recruit company of the xx regiment!" The major's voice came from the speaker.

"It's time for us!" Yang Feng roared in a low voice, "Everyone can give me the ruthlessness of training, our goal is the champion!"

"Yes!" everyone shouted, deafeningly.

Ten new recruits from the third squad of the recruits company, led by Yang Feng, walked to the front of the rostrum, each step was 75 cm, no difference.

The soldiers on the training ground may not be able to see it, but every soldier in the third squad knew that every step he took was 75 cm!

This is confidence, confidence!

And this 75 cm, which is not even smaller, gives people a comfortable feeling that cannot be described in words.

It looks so pleasing to the eye.

The foggy eyes of the lieutenant general in the middle of the rostrum were shining with light, staring at Yang Feng's class tightly, and nodding constantly.

"Old Commander, do you think this class is good?" said the major general sitting next to the lieutenant general, with doubts flashing in his eyes.

The old leader looked calm when there were so many training demonstrations of recruits in the past, but why did he suddenly laugh now?

"Yes." The Lieutenant General nodded, his mouth slightly raised, "If you observe carefully, you will find that every step that the class just walked in sync was 75 cm."

"Is that?" the major general was a little surprised. "I didn't pay attention just now, but your eyes are really like torch, and you can see that."

"I have been a soldier for a lifetime and walked in step all my life. The distance of 75 cm is deeply engraved in my soul." The lieutenant general smiled. "Although the classes just now walked very neatly, there were still subtle differences. A few millimeters difference would not affect the overall situation, but this class is amazing. Every step of the ten soldiers is not bad, and the overall feeling is higher."

"Oh, no wonder I feel comfortable looking." The major general suddenly realized.

"Interesting, interesting!" said the lieutenant general, "It's not easy for this squad leader to train a group of recruits to this level with such a harsh attitude!"

"Yes!" The major general nodded repeatedly, looking at Yang Feng below the stage with admiration.

Yang Feng, who was in the audience, had no idea that the two leaders were praising him.

Now he seems to have returned to the night when Libya was carrying out missions with the Thunder, and he seems to have returned to the time when he jumped into the river like he fought with Zhang Xiaoshan during the special forces selection competition.

Focus, be serious, focus!

Yang Feng only had his ten soldiers in his eyes, nothing else.

"Standing attentively, resting, turning left, turning right, turning back, standing..." Yang Feng stood in front and issued a series of instructions to his ten soldiers.

The ten soldiers looked ahead, their eyes were filled with strong confidence, and all their movements were uniform and straightforward, and there was a faint sense of ruthlessness contained in the movements.

This is the biggest difference from other recruit classes!

The queue training was soon completed, and the next step was the display of military fist.

Ten soldiers dispersed in turn under Yang Feng's command.

"Military fist preparation!" Yang Feng shouted!

"Drink!" Everyone shouted in unison, with great momentum, with tigers and wolves prey on the ground, and even more with a sharp heart between life and death.

Yang Feng watched the exercise of the military fist, with satisfaction in his eyes.

This "momentum" was not obvious when I was practicing two days ago, but it has been vaguely formed today.

This kind of situation was realized by Yang Feng when he was watching the boss of the Thunder and the Death Mercenary Group fight in Libya.

When quiet, it is silent, and when it moves, it is like a tiger!

Only those who have truly experienced the battlefield of life and death can have this temperament.

For the soldiers of the third squad of the recruit company, they will never be able to experience it before they have been on the battlefield, but after Yang Feng's continuous intensive training, they have already understood their form!

Not understanding the spirit, but it is enough.

In the stands, the company commander of the Hero Company Zhao Qixing suppressed his excitement, with a strong smile on his face, and his mouth was almost grinning at the back of his ears.

On the rostrum, the lieutenant general sitting in the center nodded constantly, his eyes full of appreciation.

"Not bad, not bad." Lieutenant General praised, very satisfied.

Soon, the military boxing exercise was completed.

Yang Feng led the third squad to conduct the next training display and shoot targets.

The level of this training class 3 is slightly worse, and the shooting levels of soldiers in the class are not consistent.

However, the results of this round are calculated based on average scores, and the shooting level of Lin Hai and three other cadres and disciples is top among all recruits, which is just complementary to those soldiers with poor shooting levels.

So the overall average score is still in the middle and upper reaches!

After the shooting and target shooting display, Yang Feng led the team back to the front of the rostrum, stood attentively and shouted loudly: "Report! The display training and display of the entire third squad of the new recruit company of the xx regiment has been completed. Please show it."

The lieutenant general in the middle of the rostrum stood up, showed a kind smile, and said, "Little baby, what's your name?"
Chapter completed!