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Chapter 811 Backtracking Dust (44)

The most outrageous thing is that other students can still hide.

The eliminated students ran five laps after training, and they had to run one more lap if they were eliminated one less.

This identity is called a hunter, a hunter, but it sounds nice, but in essence, they are just tool people born because the instructors are too lazy to care about the students, right?

As soon as this rule came out, no matter which side it was, everyone sighed.

However, military school students do not perform this kind of confrontational task once or twice, and it is impossible not to do it.

Before they played, they pretended to say goodbye to other students, saying that they were sorry that they were going to point their guns at you, but within 2 minutes of playing, all of them were hoarse.

"Boss Qing, Boss Luo! Take a look at number 1088! It's too cunning to put the hit spot on your back every time!"

"Brother Shan, there is a little vacancy in the 2nd venue, please come and support me!"

"The southwest corner of Captain No. [-] asks for help! How old are they!"

The sound of gunfire was endless, and Qing Zhou was focused on two purposes. While shooting the gun, he dealt with the students' requests for help. Luo Changyuan was almost used by her as a worker.

Constantly running around in various venues.

In fact, when it comes to shooting talent, Qingzhou is not as good as Luo Changyuan.

However, she has rich experience, stable abilities, and no shortcomings. All her advantages can be turned into help in shooting, so she seems to be a little stronger than Luo Changyuan, but when it comes to natural intuition and ability, Luo Changyuan is a little stronger.

What Luo Changyuan lacked was more rigorous and high-intensity training, and Qing Zhou deliberately gave him more training opportunities at this time.

After the morning's training, even Qing Zhou felt a headache.

Totally lost count of how many people were not hit.

"I missed three." Ning Yichuan remembered it clearly, he sneered, "No. 1780, No. 568, and No. 346. I remember them."

Qing Zhou: "..." It's not necessary?

When they came out of the interstellar warehouse, everyone's faces were a little ugly.

They glanced at each other, and then looked away one after another—the temporary inconsistency was achieved.

The training in the afternoon was relatively peaceful, but the physical training in the evening increased the difficulty.

After five days here at the training ground, Qing Zhou also gradually figured out the thoughts of these instructors—the daily training is actually similar, and the difficulty and intensity are also slowly increasing. Pressure can make them better supervise themselves.

——For example, Luo Changyuan, he has been a tool man for four days, and the difficulty is getting higher and higher every day. Now he feels that he can challenge the difficulty of s+ level and maintain a 90.00% five-shooting hit rate.

On the sixth day, they packed their bags and had a long-distance training.

It was not until ten o'clock in the evening that we returned to the camp again.

The next day was a rest day. Although everyone was physically exhausted, they were still quite excited mentally, and they didn't have much objection to the instructor's proposal to assemble.

Qingzhou raised her legs and walked towards the training ground. The familiar white light enveloped her sore and numb muscles, causing her to sigh indistinctly.

However, although the light system can heal the wounds, it cannot eliminate the existing fatigue.

She completely took off her sweat-soaked hat and began to listen carefully to the instructor's speech on the stage.

The speech on the last day didn't have much content. The main point was to talk about their training situation and give some encouragement to the students-and then another thing.

"Next week we will still train like this, and next week, we will add new courses, oh, maybe there will be new training partners."

new course?New sparring partner?
Now everyone is awake.

However, the instructor didn't mean to say much, he waved his hand and called for dismissal, telling them all to go back to rest.

(End of this chapter)