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

The instructors said nothing more and sent everyone back to the dormitory to wash and rest.

The next day, Chen Fan and the other fifteen students were taken to the other side of the mountain yesterday.

It was a flat open area about the size of two football fields. There was a patch of grass that was very short, as if it had been trimmed frequently.

The grass in most places was relatively tall and uneven.

However, among the weeds, you could vaguely see objects in the shape of wooden stakes.

"Today, let's clean up this site first." Instructor Tang gathered the sixteen people and gave each of them a sickle.

Everyone looked at each other, looked at the sickle in their hands and looked at the weeds that Instructor Tang pointed to, not quite understanding why it was like this.

Didn't they say they were going to a new trial field today and taking a new test?

They had never been to this place before, so they treated it as a new trial field!

But using a sickle to cut grass is a new test?

What test? Test whether you can become a good farm worker?

Although the teenagers aged 14 or 15 dared not make noise and discuss casually after years of education, it did not hinder their exchanges of other views.

For a while, a group of teenagers winked at each other, you raised an eyebrow, he threw an eye, you pursed your lips, he wrinkled his nose, you moved your ears, I blinked, busy and happy, busy and busy.

Instructor Qin was amused by their expressions. He didn't want to come today, but he didn't have anything to do at school, so he came to see.

Unexpectedly, the children this time were quite interesting. Especially the one who almost blinked his eyes blind in the team, Zhang Ping, who looked silly and more powerful than his brain.

Thanks to Chen Fan, Instructor Qin got to know Zhang Ping, who was still an intermediate student in advance. Well, mainly he was silly, and he was a good seedling for learning martial arts.

"Go, when all the weeds are cleared out, the test will start." Instructor Tang urged.

"Yes." Everyone now understood Instructor Tang's arrangement.

The grass grew too fast, blocking the equipment they were going to use today.

Chen Fan followed everyone to the place where the grass grew taller. He didn't know how to use a sickle, and he had never done grass mowing before, so he was a little embarrassed.

"Senior, let's go together." Zhang Ping ran to Chen Fan's side, looking like he was relying on him.

"Senior, we'll go with you too." Fang Lin and Zhang Tao also came over.

Chen Fan looked around the three of them, and it seemed that they didn't seem to have close contact with other people.

Chen Fan was curious, weren't they students in the same class? Why didn't they look familiar?

"Are you isolated?" Chen Fan asked curiously.

"No, we don't talk much, and they don't like to play with us." Zhang Ping answered casually.

"Our overall strength is relatively weak, and they don't like to play with us." Zhang Tao said in a low voice.

Fang Lin didn't say anything on the side, but his expression was a little depressed.

Chen Fan thought: Isn't this still being isolated? That's right.

"Then don't worry about them. Now you just need to devote all your efforts to study. You will meet partners who will walk side by side with you in the future." Chen Fan said.

"Thank you, senior. I thought you would advise us to get along well." Zhang Ping said happily.

"Why get along well? When you have experienced hardships together and lived and died together, those who can get along will naturally get along well, and those who can't will also withdraw from your way." Chen Fan said with the tone of an elder brother.

"Fang Lin, what are you dithering about?" A not-so-friendly shout came from not far away.

"That's right, are you dragging your feet again?" Another voice sounded, the voice was a bit sharp and piercing.

"Hahahaha, Ouyang, Li Yu, they have dragged their feet more than once or twice, aren't you used to it?"

Suddenly, the five or six teenagers who spoke laughed out loud, and the ridicule was obvious.

"You..."

"Hey, Zhang Ping, can you use a sickle?" Chen Fan interrupted Zhang Ping and said.

"Ah? I can! Senior, I'll teach you!" Zhang Ping was angry and wanted to argue with the group of people, and the next second he excitedly demonstrated to Chen Fan how to use the sickle.

Compared with being angry and scolding with Ouyang and Li Yu, isn't it better to teach the seniors how to use the sickle?

This may be the only thing he can show in front of the seniors.

Fang Lin, who was scolded by name, was still very calm. He usually ignored Ouyang and others. He always felt complacent because he had some achievements in study, and looked arrogant.

The three of them just had obvious strengths and weaknesses. He didn't think it was a serious matter, but thought it was good.

Zhang Tao liked electronic technology such as computers, so he was better in these aspects and always ranked first in the class.

Zhang Ping liked to practice martial arts, so he was good at practical courses such as fighting.

And because he had not yet chosen the final direction, he ranked first in psychology and command courses.

These people were jealous of them, they were really narrow-minded.

Chen Fan watched Zhang Ping's demonstration and tried a few more times. Soon, he was swinging the sickle very fast, and quickly cleared a patch of weeds with Fang Lin and the other two.

The people led by Ouyang saw that Fang Lin and Zhang Ping ignored them and looked like they were working hard. They felt bored and lowered their heads to sort out the weeds seriously. As for whether they would settle accounts with the three people later, only they knew.

As the weeds were cleared, the objects on the field gradually revealed their original forms.

Chen Fan looked at the huge plum blossom pile arrangement in front of him, and he had a feeling that it should be like this.

He felt a sense of disharmony since he entered the special school. The ancient and quaint building, the training ground must be equipped with a plum blossom pile, six-way pile, and pile.

The people who cleaned up the field also stared at the plum blossom pile in a daze like Chen Fan.

They were students recruited by the school in the normal procedure. They studied in the school when they were five or six years old. The school has some master-level instructors. They all have their own unique skills, and some are ancient martial arts.

It's just hearing. Compared with the plum blossom piles in front of them, which are very different from the modern training equipment they usually use for training, and the various wooden piles next to them, which they don't know what they are and what they don't know what they are used for, they were shocked, and it seemed that something was about to burst out in their hearts.

"Haha, Old Tang, these things haven't been used for a long time." Instructor Qin said with a smile.

"It's been a while since they were used. I hope there are people among these people who can use it well." Instructor Tang also said with a smile.

They all had a kind look in their eyes, but it didn't quite match their titles of martial arts and combat instructors.