The soldiers gasped and shook their still obedient limbs. Finally, after resting for more than half an hour, they slowly found their existence.

Nighthawk stood beside the car and handed the mine and the monkey a cigarette.

The mine was fine, so I took a short rest. Now I have recovered almost. I picked up the cigarette given by the Nighthawk and lit it with a click.

The monkey is not much better. It may have not been trained like this for a long time, or it may have been because of his first recovery. He held the car and gasped like a dead dog, his face pale and blood was not even a trace of blood. Even Nighthawk could not straighten his waist even if he lit a cigarette for him.

"Haha, I think you kid is not practicing too. Landmines, I will be able to get this kid in all the training tomorrow. This little body board is getting worse and worse." Nighthawk laughed and kept patting the monkey on his back.

After gasping for a long time, the monkey recovered and protested, "I said, Captain, if you don't practice for a long time, people will do this. Don't nag me, I will follow you in any training below. This thing will not hurt me."

The three of them stood there. After smoking three cigarettes, the Nighthawk saw that the time was almost over. You can't always stand in the grassland like this, you are not coming out to herd sheep. You raised your legs and walked towards the soldiers lying on your back.

"Have you all been resting? After resting, just meet me. It's best to move faster. I don't like to pretend to be sick if I'm not sick." Nighthawk said with a smile, but his words were sarcastic.

The soldiers struggled to get up. When they heard Nighthawk's words, they really wanted to beat him up. They all have such virtues, as if they are not sick, pretending to be sick? That is even more sad than being sick.

But he is the boss, and he determines the life and death of his own people. He is angry and should get up, and his body is not vague.

Taking small steps, in a short while, the extremely tired soldiers gathered into a small square like a knife in front of the Nighthawk.

Nighthawk said happily: "I am very satisfied with your performance today. Look, what I said, you are still very potential. Are you running faster than buns? It's not bad at all, and you're all back."

The soldiers are almost furious. You hope that we will die in the grassland! If you don’t come back, will you feed the wolf?

Nighthawk ignored the soldiers' eyes that were about to appear on Mars and said in disappointment: "It would be great if I could fall behind one or two, and it would save me a lot of trouble."

Damn! The suppressed anger in the team this time could not help it. It started to buzz and started to whisper. The soldiers whispered to curse Nighthawk's shamelessness and protested his fascist behavior.

As if he had been sad for a long time and had no choice, Nighthawk shrugged and continued, "So, in order to end the pain between us as soon as possible. I think everyone can't stop yet, and should continue. While the body is still hot, we should let him turn as strong as a perpetual motion machine."

Just as the soldiers were frightened, Nighthawk said to them, "Did you see that pile of things? The camping comrades have a task and they are in a hurry to get the car and take it away. I think it's like this, it's going to rain. When they come back to clean up, I don't know when. We will carry forward the good style of revolutionary comrades and help them carry it back. It's not too heavy, it's just some military supplies."

The soldiers turned their heads in difficulty and pain, and gasped when they saw that Nighthawk said it was just military supplies.

This is not as simple as military supplies! I was too tired when I came, so I was busy lying on the ground to breathe, and I didn’t have time to take a closer look. At this moment, I saw that there were ten tents alone. Anyone who had served as soldiers knew how heavy this guy had to be.

Not to mention the tent, there are also marching pots, bags of objects similar to food, ammunition boxes and other things piled up together. The stack is as high as one person.

The soldiers had to swallow their saliva. They only used manpower to carry so many things back, but they still didn't know how many kilometers they were. Thinking about it made people frightened and they retreated.

Thinking back, I'll help my comrades move back. Are you lying to me? I'm a three-year-old child. I'm in a hurry to shit, so I have time to clean up the guys. Nighthawk's words are too unreliable, so it's obvious that they're just messing with them.

The soldiers looked at Ye Ying with a deep grudge, wishing to swallow him alive. They could never think of it. Ye Ying looked so harmonious, so how could they think of these unethical things in their minds?

"Why? Don't want to? I think it's heavy?" Nighthawk asked with a puzzled look on his face.

The soldiers nodded in a hurry and even forgot to speak, like a group of muffled mouths.

'Okay, since you don't want to, then forget it." Nighthawk said as if he was considerate. When the soldiers heard it, they almost jumped up. They were so glad that they were wise.

"But", suddenly, Nighthawk made a big turn: "Since we are light and have nothing, we can't be idle. Now you are all quasi-special forces. Let's run back at the speed of sprinting to reflect our army's fine tradition of not being afraid of hardship or fatigue.

The whole audience was cold. The soldiers who were cheering just now almost vomited blood and fainted. They couldn't help but scold Nighthawk thousands of times in their hearts.

"Is this a ghost idea? It's worse than the previous one, and I've rushed back. I haven't recovered yet. Before I can go back, everyone will have to die. Let's use it as fresh fertilizer for the grassland." The soldiers scolded him so much that they even implicated his ancestors whom Nighthawk had never seen before.

However, these are just psychological activities, because the soldiers were so stunned that they couldn't even open their mouths.

Nighthawk also looked very aggrieved, and kept pretending to be innocent to everyone. Seeing the angry look of the soldiers, Nighthawk looked like a little girl and said, "I think you should choose quickly. It's going to rain soon. The rain on the grassland is not good."

This is not nonsense. Just as Nighthawk finished speaking, it was like cooperating with him. With a rumbling sound, a shocking thunder sounded from the sky. A lightning bolt was like a peerless sword outside the sky, slashing towards the earth with supreme power. Everyone's faces turned pale. Perhaps, their faces were even pale than that lightning bolt.

It seemed as if they accepted their fate. The soldiers turned around and threw themselves into the messy camp behind them. Everyone helped each other, some opened their tents, some took the blame, and carried the ammunition box.

It is undeniable that the power of lightning is still very effective, at least it is much more effective than the Nighthawk. The soldiers don’t want to rain on the grassland for a few hours. They know that Nighthawk doesn’t need it, he has a car. In the end, they are the ones who are unlucky.

He quickly accelerated his hands and eliminated them in half. Although he was extremely tired, the entire camp was instantly dismantled by the soldiers. He carried heavy supplies and equipment without any need for Nighthawk to greet him. The soldiers shouted slogans and took big steps forward.

"Dare to say whether it is hard or not, think about the 25,000 Red Army. Dare to say whether it is tired or not, go home to wash and go to bed." I don't know which soldier shouted, and the team burst into laughter. He was no longer as dead as before, and as if he was about to go to the execution ground.

"These eggs." Nighthawk chuckled and cursed. He knew that the soldiers were venting their dissatisfaction with him.

"Captain..." The landmine was about to speak, but Nighthawk stopped him: "Let's go, they know the way back. It's going to rain. We all get in the car. We don't need to get wet with them."

After saying that, he turned around and the car. The landmine and the monkey hesitated for a while, then looked at the team that had already walked a lot of distance. He sighed and turned around and turned around and the car.

The car started and slowly followed the team. Nighthawk didn't want to leave, he just quietly observed which one was better and which one was almost.

Two hours later, the soldiers who were almost exhausted from their waists finally ushered in a heavy rain that had been waiting for for a long time.

It was late at night, and although it was not far from dawn, the sudden heavy rain still made the soldiers tremble all over. The heavy rain was like a sharp arrow, scraping the skin and piercing the bones. Even though the soldiers were constantly exerting force, their bodies were full of fire. However, the fire could not withstand the baptism of the heavy rain and was instantly extinguished.

After the grassland was wet by the rain, it was like a huge swamp. I tried my best to pull the soldiers' feet, as if there was a bloody mouth of a wild beast below. After waking up, my hungry stomach kept trying to taste the deliciousness of a stranger.

The soldiers stepped on the mud and water with difficulty, and their actions were more than twice as difficult as before. Their already trembling legs are now under more pressure. They have to withstand the upper body of a thousand gold weight, and also have to prevent the bad luck of being trapped in the mud. The soldiers are gradually losing their support and their bodies are shaking.

"Can you do it? I have free space in my car. If there are not, come up. If there are too many people, let's get down and come up. Hurry up, don't force it. Look how cold the rain is." Nighthawk shouted temptingly, and smoked while shouting. That way, don't be too arrogant. Is it clearly provoking the soldiers?

The soldiers glared at the old fascist, cursed him that the wheels were trapped in the mud, and pushed the cart back.

"The river flows eastward, and the stars in the sky are wiping through the Beidou." I don't know which soldier howled. It was like a bomb, spreading rapidly in the team. The soldiers followed this tune and started singing together.

In an instant, the entire grassland was trapped in the cheerful tune, and even the sound of the rain was suppressed by the soldiers' songs of making fun of pain.

The song is melodious and gentle, strong and powerful. It is like a dying patient who suddenly finds hope for life and stands up again...

The soldiers abandoned their sorrow and pain, and picked up their dignity and persistence as soldiers again. Through the singing, they vented their dissatisfaction in their hearts, leaving only strength, filled their crumbling bodies, and held them through the last journey.

Nighthawk smiled very satisfied. He rolled up the car window and looked out the soldiers who were as if they were injected with chicken blood. They began to run slowly in the rain, leaning comfortably on the back of the chair. He knew that the soldiers outside would not fall.

The weather on the grassland is very strange. The rain comes whenever it says it, and it stops.

As noon approached, the soldiers who had been wet for 6 hours finally saw the sun again. I remember that at this time yesterday, they were still some of the recruits who had just reported, and were still looking forward to the future and better life of the special forces.

But at this moment, they became unpopular chickens, ready to be ravaged at any time. The huge difference between this day was too big. Just like this sudden weather, although they could not bear it, they had to go on even if they had to bite the bullet.

"Look! Front!" Suddenly, a soldier shouted excitedly, pointing his trembling fingers ahead, so excited that he could no longer speak.

The soldiers raised their heads suddenly and looked in the direction of his fingers. A barracks that are now more beautiful than the fairyland appeared in the eyes of the soldiers, and they looked a little lonely in the grassland.

"It's not a mirage, right?" A soldier rubbed his swollen eyes. At this moment, most of their heads were not very clear, and he thought it was caused by dreams.
Chapter completed!