Let's practice, instructor!

Li Qi looked at Hao Bin from a distance. The man took off his helmet at this time and wore anti-noise headphones on his ears. He changed into a new suit, an army green long-sleeved T-shirt and a combat vest. Underneath were camouflage pants and military boots. On one side is a 92-style pistol, and on the other side is a tactical dagger. The whole person is refreshed, and a group of rookies are gnashing their teeth with hatred.But they have to admit that this man is very cool, it seems that even the stubble of hair is full of strength, it is so cool!

The earphones on Hao Bin's head are not for pretending to be cool. This kind of earphones can not only restore the ambient sound, but also amplify and compensate the relatively low sound, so it can play a certain listening role.For example, the voice of the enemy talking softly, which is helpful for indoor warfare or infiltration of reconnaissance troops.

The individual radio used by special forces is to facilitate communication in battle, coordinate and support each other, and share information, so this headset can not only serve as a radio headset, but also clearer than earplugs.

Of the remaining 89 rookies, [-] stood together. Although the row and aspect of the team were more distorted than earthworms, at least these guys no longer dared to huddle together.

When everyone focused on Hao Bin in front of him, one of the rookies only looked at Li Qi in the distance from the very beginning.There were surprises, struggles, and pains in those gazes, but more of it was a scorching heat that couldn't be hidden, hotter than the sun-baked sand on the ground.

Li Qi was still the exception, standing alone, staring at Hao Bin, waiting for Hao Bin to take back that sentence!

Hao Bin sneered, as if he hadn't seen Li Qi at all, he paced to the front of the team, strolled back and forth, and said loudly: "I don't care whether you are Peking University or Tsinghua University; I don't care how good your army was in the past. It doesn't matter whether your father is Li Gang or that Li so-and-so, here, I am the boss, and my words are the imperial decree. If you want to enter the Flying Bear Special Brigade, if you want to be a special soldier, you must put away your pride. In my eyes, you are not farts, and you will start from scratch. What young master soldiers, prince soldiers, before I find out, either get out of the way or train with your tail between your legs. During the three-month training period , you only need to do six words, that is, obey, obey, obey, what is the bounden duty of a soldier?"

"Obey orders!" The 89 people answered in unison, their voices were uniform and domineering.

Hao Bin was more satisfied, and said loudly: "Okay, then let me see your sincerity! Turn right, 300 meters ahead, run!"

These rookies who are still cramping in their calves are struggling to find out that there are high... sand dunes in front of them. They can't imagine how much sand they have to eat to survive the seven days called "disaster week". Special forces, go!

The four of them jumped on the off-road vehicle and chased after the rookies to urge their lives. Hao Bin turned back to the headquarters, and everyone regarded Li Qi as a grain of sand in the desert.

Hao Bin's words were not aimed at a certain person, but Li Qi happened to be surnamed Li.

"Stop!" Li Qi threw the gun on the sand, put his hands in his trouser pockets and called Hao Bin arrogantly.

When Hao Bin turned his head, the first thing he saw was not Li Qi, but the assault gun that Li Qi threw away like garbage.

What does a gun mean to a soldier?

It meant a second life, and this idiot threw the gun away, Hao Bin felt his temples throbbing, he hadn't had the urge to beat someone for a long time, this Li Qi, hum, interesting!

"Pick it up!" Hao Bin turned around and stood still on the spot, poking at Li Qi like a knife in his eyes.