May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

"Because I want you to survive! The temperature in Siberia reached minus 40 degrees Celsius. In the past, you couldn't even pull the gun, and you might be killed." He read the reports of previous mission failures, and the crux of the problem is many. From here.

Their fighters are all excellent, but the physical gap between the West and the East is definitely too big. It is expected that the time and place are favorable, and if one does not account for it, it will fail.

The people who were originally unirritated suddenly fell silent. Although they are not afraid of death, they do not want to die in vain.

"Are you feeling cold now? But when it comes, you will feel even colder!" Xu Qigang roared, his voice like thunder.

"Now. Everyone stand up for me!"

"Yes!" Everyone got up from the ground in a rush, but because of the freezing for a long time, their bodies were already stiff. Before he stood firm, Xu Qigang's storm-like attack arrived. More than fifty people were brought down in less than five minutes.

Meng Xingzhi, Lu Yuan, Shen Feihu and others, who had been standing on the periphery, all looked thoughtful.

Living Hades is powerful, but it is not as powerful as the supernatural. The reason why everyone was knocked down so quickly is because the opponent's reaction is slow and the body is not flexible enough. The reason for all this is just cold. If you can overcome the cold with exercise, then the probability of success will definitely increase.

"Lu Yuan, you shouldn't agree with those other people withdrawing from training." Meng Xingzhi looked at Lu Yuan with a slight reproach.

When Lu Yuan saw all this, the place was ruined. I knew he would never listen to the complaints of those gangsters.

At that time, it was true that they were trained too badly, it was inhumane!

Shen Feihu twitched the corners of his mouth, "It deserves it! What I said to you, you are all in the ears." Fortunately, Jianguo insisted on not quitting.

"No matter how great the marksmanship is, there is a fart wherever you go."

"Then what to do?" Lu Yuan almost cried anxiously. A big man, the leader of a division, really felt sorry for his soldiers.

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Everyone was silent, and set off in a few days. There was not enough time, and it was too late to say anything.

Inside, Xu Qigang's preaching continued.

The man lying on the ground who was beaten gritted his teeth without shouting.

"In the southern Xinjiang battlefield, I have made many moves with American soldiers. Most of them come from the West Point Military Academy. There is a special training called Extreme Training."

The term Xu Qigang said made many people shine, and they looked at him expectantly.

"The extreme training method, as the name suggests, is to develop human physical and mental limits. Everyone present uses only a small part of the real limit, and the rest is beyond your imagination." After Xu Qigang finished speaking, he found that some people still disagreed. .

He raised the corner of his mouth and sneered, and pointed to the tallest obstacle on the east side of the field. "How long does it take you to climb this obstacle?"

"Islam, I only need ten seconds." The speaker is tall and strong, with the best physical fitness of all. Every time he climbs this obstacle, ten seconds with his hands and feet is the fastest.

Xu Qigang didn't say anything, and suddenly started to run, his figure was as fast as lightning. Instantly board the obstacle.

Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded, with their mouths wide open, looking at him stupidly.

Lu Yuan gazes like electricity, and mutters to himself: "Three seconds, it takes only three seconds. If it is on the battlefield, the enemy will die at least six or seven times!"