Special Forces: I, Private! Destroy the Wolf Fang at the beginning

When the last rays of the sun were about to disappear in the sky.

The melee of twenty-one people was about to end.

Chen Fan lay exhausted on the dead leaves and gasped for breath.

He had a lot of wounds on his body. In addition to his face, there were footprints and fists of varying depths on his clothes and pants.

Fang Lin, Zhang Ping and Zhang Tao rushed to Chen Fan at the first moment of the ceasefire.

One wanted to give him water, one was checking his condition up and down, and one was wiping his sweat.

"Senior, how are you?" Fang Lin said.

"Senior, are you okay? Do you want to drink some water?" Zhang Ping asked anxiously with a kettle.

"Senior, are you seriously injured? Do you want us to help you walk?" Zhang Tao also asked anxiously.

Chen Fan shook his head and said nothing.

He spread his limbs and lay on the ground, looking at the branches, leaves and the sky with only a faint glow above, his mind was empty.

Since he joined the special forces, it has been a long time since the two sides fought to such a hearty degree.

Except for the opponents in the initial training, as his fighting and combat abilities improved, it has been a long time since he met an opponent who could fight to the end.

Even several life-and-death battles did not make him like this. Apart from panting, he could not muster any strength.

Chen Fan had to admit that although these people were only slightly more powerful than his former teammates, their team combat ability was really strong, and he himself was also supported by a will to fight on the battlefield.

Instructor Li came over and looked at the twenty teammates who had just fought with Chen Fan. More than a dozen team members were so tired that they lay on the ground and gasped. Only two or three people could stand and rest against the tree trunks.

The expressions on their faces were not good. After all, although they had the upper hand in the end when so many people besieged one person, the battle situation could be said to be the worst since the school was founded.

They used the trapping array and the round-robin battle!

Moreover, this was a competition during training. If it was a real battlefield, Chen Fan would have used all the fighting techniques he had learned, and would have killed the enemy with every move. How many of the people who went in would have come back alive?

If that was the case, the battlefield would have been littered with corpses. It would not be like this, where the leaves on the ground were kicked and kicked, and the grass and trees in the center of the battle were destroyed.

Instructor Li looked at Chen Fan with a complicated expression. This student, who was the first student to be admitted to the school since its establishment, was also the oldest student. He really deserved his title of "No. 1".

He had only been in school for two days, and he had broken the No. 1 of many schools!

"Student Chen Fan, you are very strong." Instructor Li said coldly.

"Instructor, you are too kind. Today I realized that I am still far behind." Chen Fan supported Zhang Ping with all his strength and stood up.

"There is no need to be modest. It is true that we are not as good as others." Instructor Long, who was still panting, said on the side.

"No, I'm not capable enough." Chen Fan said with a resolute look.

"Huh, you have high requirements. Do you think that a team of 15 people can be attacked successfully like a team of five people and still escape unscathed?" Instructor Liang replied with a bad face.

"Haha, I didn't, I'm not." Chen Fan smiled, and it was right to smile awkwardly at this time.

Zhang Ping supported Chen Fan. Because he was close, he felt that the instructors' eyes were not friendly to Chen Fan. Although he was a fish in the pond, it was not pleasant to be watched by so many eyes.

He felt that Chen Fan was not uncomfortable, and his expression was indifferent and calm, and his admiration for Chen Fan increased a little.

Maybe his eyes were too hot and the admiration in his eyes was too obvious, so Zhang Ping also received a lot of stares at him.

"Hey, kid, don't look at me like that. They are your instructors. Your instructors are very powerful. You should admire them." Chen Fan said to Zhang Ping with a wry smile and half-jokingly.

Being admired by others is sometimes a burden, isn't it?

"I think you are better." Zhang Ping said naively.

"You are Zhang Ping, an intermediate student, you are good at fighting." Instructor Zeng recognized Zhang Ping and said with a smile.

"Yes, I am Zhang Ping, hello, instructor." Zhang Ping immediately straightened his body. If he hadn't been holding Chen Fan, he would have saluted.

"Well, you did a good job." Instructor Zeng said. He still had a smiling face.

A ray of light disappeared from the horizon, and the woods suddenly became dark.

Fang Lin, Zhang Tao and Zhang Ping remembered that they had to report to 671.

Now it's good, it's dark, and I don't know if Instructor Tang is still waiting for them in 671.

At this time, a beam of light shot over from 671, bringing light to the dark woods, and instantly seemed to be a leader, guiding the direction of progress.

Instructor Li looked at everyone and saw that they had almost rested, and said, "Okay, everyone is waiting in 671, let's go too."

Everyone took a step and walked towards the lighted 671.

Instructors Tang, Song, and Qin were at point 671.

They had been observing the students in the mountains. They saw every student and every blow clearly.

There were 36 students in the mountains this time, and they sent 45 school instructors to surround and beat the students, not including the five of them waiting at point 671.

This anti-strike training is one of the few projects in the school that the instructors have more for the students.

Just as Chen Fan said, their training is not a selection, or a simple test to quickly reach 671.

The basics of hard qigong are the students' resistance to strikes and their comprehension.

Both are indispensable!

Because whether it is just resistance or comprehension, there is no way to learn hard qigong. Otherwise, either it cannot be condensed into qi, or it has no power.

Instructor Li immediately integrated the team after bringing everyone back to 671.

All the 36 students have now gathered.

Chen Fan is still standing at the end of the team. Although he is older, he has no advantage in height. Most of these teenagers aged 14 or 15 are close to Chen Fan's height of 180.

At this time, the student team was quiet, and next to the student team, the instructor team was gathered, and it was also quiet.

Well, this is a gathering with more instructors than students.

"Today's training, many of our students have completed it well." Instructor Tang said.

"But getting here successfully is just the beginning. What I want to test next is whether you have gained anything from what you experienced today."

"Those who quit today can go back and continue your other courses. For those who stay, someone will take you to the next trial field tomorrow morning."