Don’t Pretend, I’m Actually Taking Special Forces

Exhausting the last bit of strength, he ran forward with all his might.

"And I!"

"Wait for me, I will definitely become a special soldier!"

"What are special forces? I want to be a boss like an instructor!"

"..."

Looking at the comrades who seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, a smile appeared on Zhang Qi's face, he reached out his hand to wipe the hot sweat off his face, and hurriedly followed.

In the end, all the special forces completed the training mission, but the moment their feet stepped through the gate of the training base, their whole bodies went limp and hit the concrete floor heavily. Except for the constant heaving and falling of their chests, there was no extra pain. physical strength.

"I didn't expect this group of recruits to be so cruel to me. I'm afraid the military region is about to send out another top special forces team." Looking at the exhausted recruits lying on the ground, Su Xiaoyu seemed a little emotional.

"Brother, you've only been in the military region for a year, and you're starting to call others recruits?" Fang Tian was speechless.

Su Xiaoyu laughed strangely, "What's wrong with one year, that's a veteran too!"

"Okay, hurry up and feed them the soup made by the instructor. After such a long period of extreme training, if you don't warm up, your body will really be overwhelmed."

As Zhang Shuai said, he directly opened the iron bucket beside him. Suddenly, an indescribable smell came to his nostrils. The four of them covered their noses with experience, but even so, their faces were all blue.

"This is what the company commander brewed himself. Otherwise, just because of this smell, I wouldn't believe it even if I was killed. This stuff can actually heal wounds."

"Did you find out that the taste of this medicine seems to be getting stronger and stronger. I remember that when we drank it before, it didn't taste like this."

"I guess some new condiments have been added. Don't worry about it so much, feed them quickly, otherwise their bodies will really leave sequelae."

As Zhang Shuai said, he picked up the porcelain bowl he had prepared earlier, filled a bowl full of black Chinese medicine, and then went directly to a recruit, grabbed his mouth and poured it down.

"woo woo woo woo!"

The recruit was lying on the ground in a daze, and suddenly felt that someone had poured shit on him, his expression changed instantly, and he opened his mouth to spit it out quickly, but the palm was like pliers, grabbing his mouth tightly , so that he could not spit out at all.

Seeing that this guy was resisting fiercely, Zhang Shuai clenched his fists and hit his abdomen.

"Hmm, cough cough, coo coo!"

Watching him swallow all the potion, Zhang Shuai nodded in satisfaction, and then let go of his hand.

"You, what did you drink for me!" The recruit's complexion changed drastically, resisting the exhaustion of his body, he dragged the ground and took a few steps back.

Then he seemed to have thought of something, quickly clutched his chest, and said in shock: "Bastard, you can't get my heart!"

"Huh?" Looking at the tender-skinned recruit in front of him, Zhang Shuai began to think seriously. Did his frizzy behavior just now make him misunderstand something?

But Zhang Shuai didn't bother to take care of this, he got up with the Chinese medicine and walked towards the next recruit.

Soon, everyone was fed a bowl of potion. At the beginning, they almost choked their stomachs, but after a while, they felt a stream of heat pouring out of their abdomen, and the aches and pains all over their bodies were nourished by the heat. It doesn't seem so uncomfortable anymore.