Chapter 157

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As soon as the word "strong support" came out, the recruits instantly understood what Zhao Jinkun meant.

No matter how hard and tired they are, they can't hold on. They have to hold on crying!

Knowing that Zhao Jinkun didn't come to forgive them, the recruits suddenly looked like balloons. Their eyes suddenly lost their spirits, and they all looked at him listlessly.

It's only been standing for an hour. They can't stand it any more. There are still three hours left till 2:30 in the afternoon!

How can they survive.

"Look what you're wearing!" Zhao Jinkun knew that his words hit the recruits, but he had to let them know some words, especially the female soldiers, "whether it's male or female soldiers, they are not worthy to be soldiers without blood! Wearing this uniform means being strong! It represents responsibility! "

Zhao Jinkun's mellow voice resounded forcefully in front of the gate of the great hall, shining with the scorching sun above his head, which made these recruits feel that there were more burdens on their shoulders that they could not see with their eyes.

The recruits who were unstable along the steps fell and stood, fell and stood. Zhao Jinkun stood on the top and looked at them. He didn't criticize them severely or let them have a rest.

Because the number of female soldiers accounts for the overwhelming advantage, at a glance, all of them are female soldiers. The male soldiers in fan Chong's class can't say it. It's just that compared with the female soldiers who are dropped every second, their combat effectiveness is much stronger when they drop one after several minutes.

Zhao Jinkun said a lot without Chunchun's instruction. Standing at the top, he stared at the soldiers on the steps for five minutes before he began to move slowly down.

When he went down, Zhao Jinkun walked in the other direction. Every time he went down the steps, the female soldiers on that step seemed to be stabbed at the spine, and their backs straightened out.

When Zhao Jinkun came down to the last two rows, he suddenly stopped.

"What happened to the feet?"

Zhao Jinkun stops at Liu Meijun's steps. He moistens his eyes and sweeps Liu Meijun whose feet are not on the edge of the steps.

Liu Meijun's right foot didn't dare to step on the ground at all. Her right wrist was swollen. She only stood on her left foot. In this way, the sweat on her forehead was more than that of other female soldiers.

"Newspaper, report, just accidentally fell, foot sprained."

When Zhao Jinkun suddenly stopped by, Liu Meijun was so scared that her eyes blinked several times, and she clenched her hands nervously.

"You accompany her to the infirmary."

Liu Mingyue was standing beside Liu Meijun, and Zhao Jinkun's upward gaze fell on her.

On the way of Zhao Jinkun's sight up, Liu Meijun's red and swollen right index finger was caught by him, but he didn't ask her how to do it or comfort her.

"Yes, yes!"

Liu Mingyue's feet trembled and suddenly stood at attention and stood up.

Liu Mingyue helped Liu Meijun, who could walk with only one foot, and they limped away.

The two of them went out at least 200 meters away. Standing on the last two steps, Zhao Jinkun didn't move his foot. His warm black eyes glanced to the right, and his eyes pointed directly at the female soldiers in a row.

The female soldiers of the second class, who were standing in the same row with Zhao Jinkun, didn't know what the female soldiers behind them thought, but they were only killed by Zhao Jinkun's eyesight, and they were scared to death.

The second class of female soldiers are like this, so the first class of female soldiers in the center of the explosion is not so good.

Around is Hua Lin Zheng, also by Zhao Jinkun to see cold sweat gurgling, eyelashes unconsciously trembling, is caused by tension.

The nearest one to Zhao Jinkun is Ling Qing, who bears the brunt of the pressure. From the corners of her mouth, we can see that she is always indifferent and nervous.

Ten minutes later, the powerful atmosphere and great pressure from Zhao Jinkun led to the women soldiers in the small area in the lower right corner falling down the steps more than three times more frequently than those in other areas!

Although no one spoke, we all knew that Zhao Jinkun was whipping a group of female soldiers in silence.

Other classes of female soldiers hope Zhao Jinkun can teach them a lesson.

However, even if Zhao Jinkun delayed a group of female soldiers for ten minutes with Mori's cold eyes, things did not develop as they expected.

The eleventh minute, Zhao Jinkun moved, he walked down the steps, military uniform in the body, a dignified him, Leng is out of a taste of elegance.

People thought Zhao Jinkun was going to leave, but someone fell down again. When they looked back, they found Zhao Jinkun standing on the playground, watching them from a distance.

The female soldiers who were monitored did not dare to be lazy any more. They stood and fell one by one. Until the class leaders who had finished lunch came back to take over, the female soldiers fell into a new round of suffering.

After that day, the women soldiers walked abnormally. One by one, they walked as if their feet were not their own. Some felt that their legs were as heavy as gold, while others felt that they had no feet and walked lightly.

After that day, the female soldiers in a row became the public enemy of all the female soldiers in the recruits' company. It is absolutely normal for them to meet in a narrow way when they are in the air.

As long as the first class has something to do with it, everyone will attack it in groups. The whole class of female soldiers will be careful and cautious from then on.

There's no way. It's hard to fight with two fists and four hands. When all the female soldiers in the dormitory rush out to surround them, they become weak even if they are reasonable.

After a week in this oppressive life, a group of female soldiers ushered in another disaster.

Every floor of the dormitory has a public toilet. During the lunch break, Hua Linzheng's nose can smell the smell of smoke as soon as she enters the dormitory.

Looking for it, Hua Lin Zheng stops in the innermost bathroom, raises her hand and knocks on the door.

"Ling Qing, is that you?"

The reason why Hua Linzheng dares to guess that the person inside is Ling Qing is that she knows that Ling Qing is a smoker and that Ling Qing has disappeared from the dormitory for ten minutes.

"Why? I'm on the tuba. Do you want to come in and smell it? "

Ling Qing's cold voice came from the bathroom.

"Go away! The smoke is so strong. Pay attention

Hua Lin Zheng scolded. Now her class is at the mouth of the wind and waves, and everyone wants to step on it. At this time, if something happens again, it will make things worse.

In fact, Ling Qing has finished smoking. She's waiting for the smell of smoke to disperse, and she'll go out when there's no one.

She does not deny that she smokes. She looks at it again. Except for a small crack under the door, there is only the unsealed toilet on the top, and she goes back with disapproval

"The wall of the bathroom is so high, don't worry, your dog nose is so smart."

"You're the dog's nose!" Hua Lin Zheng broke a mouthful. When she saw someone entering the bathroom, she went into the bathroom next to Ling Qing.

Hua Linzheng left after going to the toilet. However, when she came out of the toilet, she ran into Mi Jun with a black face.