Scholarly Shadow

Chapter 17 Study Hard

When Uncle Lyme got serious, the whole team suffered; they were all trained like dogs.

By evening, let alone what Wang Fan looked like.

The entire first and second squads of the base were so exhausted they couldn't get up. Who were these people?

These are people who can fight continuously for three days and three nights without getting tired, yet they were tortured by the training.Human-like.

In fact, veterans all have a common problem: they would rather participate in real combat than train.

Training is much tougher and more tiring than actual combat.

Uncle Lyme's training method is said to be the most scientific, capable of bringing out a soldier's highest level during training, but of course, it comes at a heavy price.

Not to mention Wang Fan lying on the groundNoDona, Jack, and the other twelve people all huddled together in the center of the base courtyard, too exhausted to even speak.

Lyme ChurchIt's just a small matter.He stood before the group, looking at their disheveled state: "Looks like you've had too much of a peaceful life. It's only been half a year since we had any training, and you're already..."Is that how it is?

You guys really disappointed me.Ah, so disappointingAlright.

What's the difference between you and him?

As Lem spoke, he pointed to Wang Fan, who was lying on the ground like a lump of mud. Wang Fan, who was sprawled on the ground, was eating...He turned his head to look at Lyme with all his might.

Wang Fan really wanted to ask Lem why he had to compare himself to him.

Lyme's intention was certainly not to attack Wang Fan, but mainly to attack his own teammates.

Everyone knows that Wang Fan is an i***t who can't do anything, but now Lem is comparing this i***t to these mercenaries with superb combat skills, which is a blow to them.

"You're all going to end up like him."

Lyme then said something similar, which was definitely meant to provoke everyone.

No one spoke, because no one had the energy to speak. Who wouldn't want to refute?

Of course, everyone is very smart, and whoever argues will suffer the consequences.

At this moment, Uncle Feng was pushing a small cart of foodHe came before everyone and began to distribute dinner.

"Given how poorly you all behaved today, you'll be sleeping in the yard tonight."

Lyme said cruelly that this was practically inhuman.Alright.

No matter what Lem said, no one here dared to say why.

Of course, Wang Fan didn't have the energy to argue with Lem right now.

If Wang Fan still had the strength to speak, he would have asked the question long ago, and then he would have really been in trouble.

"Damn it, I'm almost ruined, this lunatic cult..."Aren't you afraid of messing with me to death?

Lying on the ground, Wang Fan was thinking this, unaware that his training was far too easy.

The training these team members are undergoing today is truly brutal; running around the mine is just the most basic thing they've ever done.

After they finished running, Lyme immediately arranged for them to...Training includes striking drills, and so on.

That's the most impressive thing, when you...I'm almost out of strengthIn this situation, you will have to face all sorts of battles.Moreover, that is what truly destroys a person's will.

Wang Fan also took a special look at Iris.As for Iris, she was similar to the other male soldiers, sitting on the ground...Noof.

Uncle Feng will eatAfter distributing the items to everyone, Lyme left with Uncle Feng.

Once the two left, the twelve people began to chat quietly.

The first to speak was the medic, Kesto. Kesto slowly raised his hand to get some food and asked a question as he did so.Iris, standing to the side: "Iris, how's this training intensity?"

Apart from Iris, everyone was already used to Lem's training, but every time Lem finished training them, they were all like useless pieces of trash.

So everyone is curious about what this newcomer, Iris, is now.Jue, after all, is a newcomer.

Iris answered quite directly: "It's alright, Lyme is doing well."It is said to be the Zero CultGiven his existence, I would have seriously underestimated him if his training intensity wasn't high enough.

Compared to my instructor in the Marine CorpsThey were even more demanding, of course, so that we could survive longer on the battlefield.

To be honest, everyone has started to admire Iris; they really have started to admire her.

Iris isPeople, fromBesides, men are supposed to be better than others.Although she was a bit better off, through a day of grueling training, Iris not only kept up with the pace but also had no problems at all.

"We can only look at the stars tonight."

"It's not like I haven't slept outdoors before."

"I wonder how Lem will treat us tomorrow."

"We're just playing around, but I don't know if that kid will be able to get up tomorrow."

Among them"Wang Fan is no longer just pitiful, he's pathetic," said Broken-Hand Hawken, pointing at Wang Fan who had fallen asleep while eating.

Wang Fan chose this path, and he will finish it, even if he has to crawl on his knees or lie down.

Uncle Feng's roomUncle Lyme and Uncle Feng were drinking and chatting.

Whether it was tacit understanding or something else, the two seemed to be discussing Wang Fan with great interest.

"This kid will be...""Be careful, he might shoot you in the back."

Uncle Feng warned Lem, but Lem just chuckled and said, "He'd be better off knowing how to shoot; his skills..."There were no bullets in his equipment, and no one taught him how to use it.hit.

Besides, someone like him wouldn't even be able to handle a gun..

If hethreadIf he can get the job, then it means he's close to breaking through.The limit is not far away.

Uncle Feng, on the other hand, had an indifferent attitude: "Anyway, this is the path this kid chose himself. Let's see how far he can go."

Uncle Lyme chuckled and said, "Hehe, I haven't trained a rookie in a long time. You know what, I'm a little worried that I might actually kill him."

Uncle Lyme had worried more than once that he might have trained Wang Fan to death, because the intensity of his training was something not everyone could handle.of.

And it's not about yours.As long as they are highly skilled, that's enough. Uncle Lyme trains more than just people.Character, mental fortitude, and so on, all require rigorous, almost demonstrable training.

As the saying goes, good steel is forged a hundred times.

Uncle Lyme was a little curious: "Feng, you are very...""You care about people."

Uncle Feng rolled his eyes at Lem: "What are you trying to say?"

Uncle LymeHe stroked his large beard and said, "What can I say? How about we make a bet?"

"good."

After saying "okay" to each other, they suddenly laughed and laughed heartily. They didn't mention any bets, as if their understanding was perfect.

Another morning arrived, and Wang Fan had long been used to sleeping on the ground.

Wang Fan, who was drooling in his sleep, was sleeping soundly.His daily training volume has exceeded his limit; how could Wang Fan not sleep?What?

Suddenly, a jet of water sprayed directly at Wang Fan, instantly waking him up.

To be honest, this move scared Wang Fan so much that he jumped up and exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

He can stand up now.

Wang Fan stood up, still unaware of what was happening.Moreover, the powerful jet of water knocked Wang Fan to the ground once again.

Lyme, holding a fire hose, washed Wang Fan and started shouting again.Get up: "You hot bastard!"What are you doing?

If you were on a battlefield, you would have been killed long ago.

You don't deserve to go to the battlefield. You'd be better off dying by my hand. Get up now, you scumbag!.

The surrounding comrades saw it all so clearly, but none of them said a word.

They all knew very well that Lyme wasn't bullying Wang Fan, nor was he...Uncle Lyme is training Wang Fan.

They all went through this stage; no one can skip it and go directly to the next stage.For a soldier.

After Uncle Lyme turned off the tap, that guy Wang FanHe was truly soaked..

Wang Fan climbed out of the mud, and his eyes had changed. They were now so fierce that it seemed he wanted to devour Lyme.

"Very good, I like the way you look."

Uncle Lyme's words at the beginning were quite interesting, but he wasn't finished yet. He continued, "But what can you do with that look in your eyes?"

Can a look kill?

It looks like you can start taking over.My training went well, I like it just the way you are.Bones.

Wang Fan stood there fiercely, staring intently at Lyme, his eyes truly capable of killing. But just as Uncle Lyme said, there was nothing he could do.

"I'm giving you all ten minutes to eat. Start the timer now."

Once Lyme starts training, he won't waste any time, because training time is extremely precious.

Everyone else started eating, but Wang Fan remained staring intently at Lem with hatred.

With a mocking smile, Lem looked at Wang Fan and said, "I don't believe you have the energy to be so arrogant with me if you don't eat anything."

"You just wait."

Wang Fan actually made Uncle Lyme wait. Has this guy gone stupid from all the training?

Lyme only gave everyone ten minutes to eat, and I must say the food was really good—a six-point meal so early in the morning!cow.

Wang FanHe didn't even get a taste of it, but Wang Fan swallowed his breakfast in just five minutes.

"This is your weapon."Equipment.

When Lem pointed to a pair of old, rusty guns, Wang Fan had no objections and began to dress.

Wang Fan's camouflage uniform was the oldest model, his rifle was a rusty AK-47, his pistol was a Black Star 54, and his saber was also rusty.

"You two split into two teams and continue training. I'm going to have some fun with this newbie today."

When Lem said this, Wang Fan was already dressed, and he was wearing that heavy helmet.

"Just playing around, that's fine."

Wang Fan actually said that, and anyone could see that Wang Fan was going after Lem.

Lem laughed heartilyHe stroked his beard: "Haha, I've never had a master before.""You've come here to die, so I'll show you how to play today."

When Lyme suggested a different way to play, Wang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, Wang Fan, fully armed, was found carrying a truck in a mud pit.Do squats.

Is that all?

No, Wang Fan still needs to do a frog jump and a squat; this is just the beginning.

"Damn it, I'll let you play, I'll let you play, I, ouch!" Wang Fan fell face-first into the mud, which was thirty centimeters deep.

Bang bang bang, Lem's assault rifle fired a single shot.Wang Fan staggered to his feet and continued working.

Did Wang Fan think that was the end of it?

Of course not, it would be too easy for Lyme to mess with him.

Just as Wang Fan squatted down, Lem suddenly brandished his assault rifle and shouted, "Get out here right now, within one minute!"Go to that car and push it.

Wang Fan heard this and immediately dropped what he was holding.The fetus, with great difficulty, began to struggle to escape from the muddy pool.

Thud! Wang Fan fell face-first into the mud again.

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