Special Forces: At the beginning, An Ran pulled him to get his certificate.

"How do they hold on?"

"What on earth do you rely on to persist until now?"

The black-faced god said that he was a little confused. He couldn't help it. He really couldn't believe that Chen Jun's group of young people actually had such terrifying willpower.

Simply beyond imagination.

Lan Ying's eyes were full of disbelief, and he shook his head and sighed: "Yes, who can imagine that they can run non-stop for more than 23 hours now. Their physical strength and willpower are very terrifying."

"They have reached their limit and they still don't give up. It's really scary."

"No, it's not scary, it's a perversion, a superhuman perversion."

"What kind of people are they?"

Lan Ying was also frightened when he saw that Chen Jun and others had reached their limit but were still persisting.

In history, no one has ever been able to do this. As a result, these people did it.

It was an eye opener.

In fact, when those guys started marching in a hurry, he could tell that these guys were different from others, but he never expected that these guys would behave so abnormally.

In fact, Chen Jun is not a pervert, but as a ghost, he must persist.

He also knew that his brothers could no longer hold on until now.

After all, walking three hundred kilometers every day, even if his physical fitness is seven times better than that of ordinary people, he still feels very tired.

In his opinion, this intensity is more tiring than dating his wife.

Chen Jun gasped and looked back. Behind him, He Chenguang and others, who were already soaked to the skin, had eyes that were not relaxed either.

He Chenguang and others were exhausted to the extreme, their faces were whiter than the dead, and there was no blood at all. Every time they took a step, they seemed to spend a lot of effort.

They really couldn't control it anymore, and their breathing was loud now.

If they were allowed to rest at this time, they might be able to sleep for a whole day and a night.

However, now is the last step. If he stops, all his previous efforts will be wasted. He must not stop. He must work hard to get the map through the position. Otherwise, it will be impossible to proceed in secret, even if he has the ultimate stealth technique.

Chen Jun put away his thoughts and continued to observe the situation around him.

At this point, their only option is to fight hard.

Squeeze the last bit of energy out of your body and hold on!

Chen Jun observed his surroundings for a while, then suddenly stopped and said: "Brothers, I know you are tired, but this is the last moment, the final climax. The map is in the middle of the position. If we get the map, we will win the final victory. ."

"I know you are all entering a period of physical discomfort, but imagine that everyone in Langya calls us traitors. When we come here, the instructor says we are unqualified, trash, and dead eunuchs that no one wants..."

"Fuck!"

Hearing this, the black-faced god's mouth twitched inadvertently, dead eunuch?

Did I say it?

What the hell, this guy actually cursed people behind their backs.

I'm definitely lying on my back.

The black-faced god had a bitter look on his face. He did not expect that Chen Jun would use him for surgery in order to stimulate the team members.

This is a severe blow!

The black-faced god felt cold inside, but there was no anger in his heart.

After all, he admired Chen Jun for persisting until now.

These soldiers in front of him can be said to be the strongest soldiers he has ever seen. It is remarkable that they can persist until now.

For such people, he can only appreciate them, not blame them.

After all, Chen Jun's words only hurt him and were not too much.

After a moment, the black-faced god cried and laughed: "I didn't expect that this guy still has an impression of me."

Lan Ying nodded, "Do you need to say more? He can be unimpressed by anyone, but he can't be unimpressed by you."

"However, this guy is really brave. He even killed you, the chief instructor. He is indeed a different kind. Do you think he can really succeed?"

Black-faced God: "Whether he succeeds or not depends on him, but he probably won't give up."

In the jungle, Chen Jun continued: "We must get first place, otherwise, others will look down on us dead eunuchs because we can never be tough."

"Dead eunuch?"

"Never get hard?"

As soon as Chen Jun finished speaking, Xiaozhuang and the others seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood for no apparent reason. Their blood immediately boiled and they became energetic.

In fact, at the last moment, they felt like they were about to fall down, but the man couldn't stand the stimulation. This stimulation made all of them straighten their backs.

He Chenguang was very excited. He looked at Wang Yanbing and said, "You slapped me. You can't fall down like this. Our ancestors could lie in wait for a day and a night at minus [-] degrees Celsius."

With a snap, Wang Yanbing slapped He Chenguang directly and said, "Yes, they couldn't move, and they were all frozen into lumps of ice in the end. This kind of willpower must be inherited, so you can slap me too."

clap clap!

He Chenguang slapped Wang Yanbing back in the face very simply, "Inherit, we must inherit their willpower and never give up."

"Never give up!"

clap clap...

In the blink of an eye, Xiaozhuang and the others started to slap each other, and each slap was so hard, as if they had a lot of hatred for each other.

"They...they actually started fighting?" Lan Ying looked at this scene with eyes full of disbelief and exclaimed.

The black-faced god shook his head, "They are not fighting, they are trying to wake each other up. They have reached their limit, and this is the only way to wake each other up."

"Pervert, I didn't expect anyone to use this method to inspire fighting spirit."

Lan Ying nodded repeatedly, "Yes, they are too perverted and too hard-working. What on earth did they go through to forge such a strong willpower."

Seeing He Chenguang and others constantly slapping each other, Black Faced God and Lan Ying were frightened. Little did they know that He Chenguang and others were already used to this practice.

In daily training, He Chenguang and others often slap each other like this in order to stimulate their fighting spirit.

They have long been accustomed to it, but this method is indeed effective. In the blink of an eye, when the two people looked at each other, their eyes were filled with hostility and fighting intent.

Everyone's eyes were bloodshot, and their eyes were shining with eternal flames.

This is the flame ignited by Chen Jun, and he wants this effect.

Everyone must have the will to fight!

Now these men are exhausted, and the only thing keeping them going is the will to fight.

Faith to overcome!

The next moment, Chen Jun directly raised his hand and pointed forward and said: "We have an advantage. The enemy did not expect us to be so fast. The defense will not be too strict at this time. As before, prepare grenades to rush out."

"I'll take the lead, you follow my orders."

"Yes!" Everyone shouted in unison, then took out grenades and handed them to Chen Jun.