I love you, I won't kill you

One of the long-distance running events in the Olympic Games is the 1-kilometer long-distance race.This is not only physical work and endurance work, but also requires the cooperation of teammates to be able to win the top three.After all, this sport is what professional athletes are good at, running on a rubber track in shorts, vests, and ultra-light, ultra-comfortable professional running shoes.

And they or them?In terms of distance, you have to run 1 kilometer longer than professional athletes, and you also need mutual help from comrades in arms to run the entire distance.Look at their bodies again, wearing a full set of combat uniforms, desert military boots and a full set of tactical equipment, and holding a 3.77 kg M16A2 rifle with only empty magazines in their hands.I didn’t feel like I was wearing a bulletproof helmet before running, but what about after running this militarized “marathon”?This helmet alone is estimated to be able to "crunch" them to death.

During the long-distance running competition on the field, the coach will sit in the rest area on the sidelines and cheer on the players who are sweating profusely on the field.And in this dusty "long-distance running venue" consisting of concrete roads, dirt roads and sea-sand roads, where is the "coach" of these boys and girls who are complaining endlessly?Yep, just run around them and yell at them.

"God, are you fucking marines? Ladies, run faster, run faster!! If you can't run anymore, you can apply to join the female platoon behind, how about it?" a voice The instructor with the rank of sergeant yelled loudly at the male platoon next to him with a blushing face.

"No, sir. I'm proud, I'm brave, because we're marines!" the men in the men's platoon replied loudly.

Half of the distance has been run since the start, and Amanda's female platoon is always at the end.This is not her fault, if she is allowed to run alone, I believe that many male soldiers will not be her opponents.But at this moment, behind her, there are 19 female soldiers who are panting and running with heavier and heavier steps.

The white short-sleeved T-shirt under the military uniform was almost drenched in sweat from Amanda.The rifle was covered with her sweat, too, and she felt the heat of a steamer rising from under the helmet.Even so, the 1-meter rapid march meant to her that she still had the confidence to run to the finish line, and believed that she was not the last marine to arrive.

Obviously, the crux of the problem is not here.Because at this time she already had another identity: the "platoon leader" of the women's platoon.It might not be feasible to ask her to share more love with Elena in the team.She had to give more love to the other female soldiers in the platoon, and she had to fully demonstrate her courage and fearlessness as a female marine in front of Instructor Mas.

"McLaren, do you want the Marines to be ashamed of your existence? Damn, don't just because you're women means you're lagging behind the men. Do you hear that?" Sergeant Mass yelled as he ran.

"Yes, sir." Amanda replied, full of anger and injustice.She didn't have a problem with Mas, but just watched the male platoons ahead, but couldn't keep up.

Even if they were the last infantry platoon to reach the finish line, Sergeant Randy would not really let them go to the second round of testing, because the training standards for female soldiers cannot be compared with male soldiers.The purpose of Mas saying this is nothing more than to let these ladies develop their greatest potential.If the speed can exceed one or two male platoons, this is enough to prove the strength of the female soldiers.

"Go help the others...don't fall behind. If possible, you don't have to hold the rifle for them...understand?" Maas was satisfied with the speed of the women's platoon, but he didn't want to see a female soldier If you fall behind or drop your rifle on the ground, you don't have the energy to pick it up.

"Yes, sir." Amanda ran out of the queue, slowed down and observed the expressions of the female soldiers row by row.

The two female soldiers in the last row did seem to be holding on, panting heavily, and their rifles in their hands seemed a little unsteady.Amanda then ran side by side beside the two of them, "What...what's the matter? Can you... hold on?"

Two female soldiers glanced at her, and one of them gasped and stammered, "It's... okay. But... I hate this rifle!" The other female soldier was too tired to speak, but nodded and told Amanda thought so too.

"Okay...well, give me the gun..." Amanda said kindly because she really didn't want to see them suffer.

The two female soldiers smiled at the same time, "You...don't plan...to hold...the gun for Huffman? Well...here you are!"

At this time, the two of them still have the heart to make fun of Amanda and Elena? !But no matter what, one of the female soldiers tried her best to give her a thumbs up, and said softly, "Good...sister!"

The three rifles weigh only 20 kilograms in total, not even one-third of the deer's weight, which is nothing to Amanda.But this is not a vacation, let alone a "walking" in the small town's national forest.

As a marine, the M16A2 or M4A1 in their hands is their "first life".Therefore, Amanda had no choice but to carry two rifles backwards in a crossed shape, and ran forward fearlessly with her own rifle.

You can't just be troubled by yourself, since the two of them don't have guns in their hands, they should be able to run faster.Amanda said to them both suddenly, "Quick...quick...get ahead. Don't fall behind!"

The two showed a smile that could be relaxed with great difficulty, and accelerated away from Amanda's side.When passing by Elena, he whispered to her, "During the break, I will treat you two to ice cream."

Elena bluntly said in bewilderment, "Ice cream...? Why...what?"

When the two female soldiers ran to the front of the line, she suddenly remembered that these two guys didn't have rifles in their hands.Where is the gun?Habitually had to look at Amanda's position in the line, but didn't see anyone.

"What's going on? Did she fall behind? Impossible! God, wouldn't she be holding the gun for those two guys?" Elena gasped and kept thinking.

While thinking about my own thoughts, I heard a voice from beside me again, "Are you... all right... right?"

Elena looked sideways and saw that it was Amanda with three rifles on her body.For a moment, she felt as if she had knocked over the five-flavored bottle. She didn't know whether she should scold her, or say something warm to her in distress.

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