Even if it was the long-awaited fourth day, the start was not much different from other days.
As soon as I woke up, I started running and decided on the order of breakfast in the pain of gasping all over.
"Oh, I feel refreshed."
"Hmph."
As expected, Park Jin-sung finished the seventh lap in first place and Kim Se-yeon in second place. The two
still showed off their unusual running skills with excellent awakening.
However, the problem was from third place.
"Perfect, trash."
Byun Ki-young took the third place spot. It was one lap and half wider than the first and second place, but the
third place was also great.
"Oh my god"
"Large, captain..."
The clown zombie squad, which had such an outstanding performance, was mixed with the lowest-ranked
procession and struggled. It was questionable whether it would be possible to complete the race.
The eyes that seemed to devour everything went nowhere, and only the sound of their limbs and rough
breathing, which were playing separately, disproved their current condition.
"Hmm. Don't move your meal right away today and wait in front of you. There is something to spread."
Ahn Sung-ho told the trainees who finished their morning walk.
It's too thick. Ahn Sung-ho's lower lip, which was ripped without anyone knowing, squeezed blood drops.
When all the zombies finished their rescue, the waiting time, which was not particularly short, ended.
in other words
"Blowing."
"Rain, damn it."
It means that the zombie squad came to the finish line last. It was a scene that was hard to imagine until
yesterday.
The nurse, whose dark circles came down to the tip of his nose, secretly approached Park Jin-sung.
"Jinseong..."
"Teacher Yangho, thank you for your hard work."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Why are you sorry, Teacher Yangho? The nurse did her best."
The worm that Park Jin-sung killed was the source of all this.
Deep cuts and fractures to the right thigh,
Whole bone crushing and skin necrosis from left wrist to elbow.
The hands and feet of the nurse were tied because of the bamboo worm that was so severely harpooned even
when it was harpooned.
"Oh… I should have cheered up a little more."
I had no time to look after other trainees because I was treating the fear-stricken larvae all morning. Teacher
Yang's Idea invested a whole day and night in a single larva.
The nurse, who exhausted her physical strength, still took care of the wounds of the 5th generation. However,
it was also a treatment for group lynching, not a recovery for physical strength.
"…hmm."
Ahn Sung-ho, who wore a combat cap deeply, put his hand on his waist. With one imposing posture, he
completely dominated that wide platform.
"Today is finally the last day of training! Is it hard?!"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"
"Your voice is much hoarse than the first day. Great. We had a little wait time to get a quick update on today's
schedule."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Is there a trainee number 367?"
"Argh!"
The decibel that sounds like it's right next to you, loudest, loudest.
"Trainee number 367... It was downgraded to 367th again at 05:00 today."
"Argh!"
Park Jin-sung answered short and bold as if he had already known.
In a way, it was a scheduled step.
It's more suspicious that there's no feedback after all that exciting work.
In fact, it was an event that deserved to be discharged.
"Hehe. As expected...".'
The fact that the 7th place was smashed by the 367th place and the 7th place could no longer receive training.
Besides, how dare a trainee retires a top private?
It is a timber that will immediately become a mutiny if it continues to be forced a little.
The reason why his performance only fell is because of Ahn Sung-ho's consideration.
'Hmmm. I don't like parachutes. Well, there's nothing we can do about it this time.'
Some executives wondered how they won the seventh place. Ahn Sung-ho stimulated their curiosity as much
as possible and somehow protected Park Jin-sung.
However, apart from Park Jin-sung, he only gave feedback on group lynching and disappeared. The hearts of
executives who did not want to make a big deal seemed to be filled.
"I'm afraid... well, that's enough."'
Since the person who attacked first was a completely different room, they compromised that it was the
situation of adults.
Park Jin-sung, who expected the situation, quietly agreed, but was not another party, fanatics.
"Oh, why?! How come only our boss is severely downgraded!!"
"Those sons of shame hit me first.... Those son of a gun attacked us first.!"
"Teacher! The captain has done nothing but protect us!""
A frenzied mob of wild zombies ran riot without listening to Ahn Sung-ho.
"Fifth... be quiet. Implementation."
"They hit me first! Why should we, the victims, be quiet?"
"Is this what a man would do?! Oh! Is this what a person would do?"
"…everyone in the 5th is downgraded to the next level."
Ahn Sung-ho quietly patted his lips.
"Why, why? Why on earth do we keep losing points!"
"Everyone in the 5th generation will be demoted to another level."
"I'm not going to do it! What's the point of training like this? For those of you who put your morality on the
ground, how can you learn...!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh~
Park Jin-sung's enormous lung capacity gave rise to enormous decibels. It was overwhelming enough to hear
a beep. Park Jin-sung, who was slowly looking around the zombie stand, slowly fell down and took a posture.
"Leader, leader?! What's wrong with the captain?"
"It's noisy. Hurry up and follow me."
"Oh, my God!"
"Laughing."
Zombie battalion, which had been immersed in anger, immersed itself in sadness this time. While lying on his
stomach along with Park Jin-sung, he left the tears pouring down.
I'm so angry!
It was a clown band that was unified with only one emotion. Their physical strength had long been exhausted,
but their solidarity was improving.
In fact, for the instructor's position, he had no choice but to punish the 5th generation. If it were not for Park
Jin-sung's wit, it might have spread to a bigger flame.
"…the 5th is forbidden to eat breakfast this morning. Stand by in that position until all the other trainees have
finished their meals."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Well, well, well, well...."
"Oh, my God!"
The zombie squad, which was sobbing, shouted forcibly.
Executives will also undergo guerrilla training this morning. Show the executives what you're doing."
Ahn Sung-ho came down from the podium and entered among the trainees. Walking around, he comforted
tired trainees. And,
In the afternoon, there is a trench fight with the highest score. Maybe there's a turnaround."
He came all the way to the place where the men's 5th Battalion was and said quietly.
with one's wiggle
According to Ahn Sung-ho's instructions, the meal movement began quietly.
Yesterday's rain made a muddy sound. The 5th Squad, lying on its stomach, had to hear the footsteps of the
disgusting front numbers more explicitly.
"I'll be watching the 5th generation kids. The assistants should hurry up and go eat."
Mr. Yang claimed to be the director of the Zombie University.
The frail nurse was restless until people were completely out of sight.
"Jinseong, are you tired?" Guys! It's hard, right?"
"Hehe. No, it."
"Oh, my God.."
"I can't recover because I'm tired, but I can let you rest."
That was why Mr. Yang claimed to be a coach.
The 5th Battalion continued to lie down despite the warm consideration of the teacher. It took 10 minutes for
the teacher to force the zombie squad to sit down.
The mud that had already clung to the body made the zombie stand complicated.
It's not much mud, but it seems to have metal on its body.
"...."
"...."
Zombie University and the nurse repeatedly breathed silently for a while.
The weather was uselessly clear because it was right after the rain.
The ground is not dry yet, but the sky is predicting hot weather.
"Oh... the other kids are already coming back.... Guys, let's get up."
"Thank you, Ms. Yang."
"I'll look forward to a trench fight in the afternoon
Mr. Yang hurried back to the military doctor's office to restore his physical strength.
Mr. Yang's idea is indispensable for the trench fight in the afternoon. We can proceed without difficulty only
when we extract our abilities somehow.
Throw it away!
Zombie battalions stretched out again. I wanted to rebel, but I followed Park Jin-sung, who was lying down
first.
Clapping, clapping, clapping, clapping, clapping, clapping....
The trainees, who led the executives, returned to the training ground with a lot of mud bouncing. Every time
the shadows of these sons of shame obscured the sunlight, an unbearable sense of humiliation came along.
Still, the trainees whispered quietly among themselves, but the good executives did not.
"Hey! Look at the kids in room five! You guys are amazing!"
"Why are you lying down? Whether Ahn Sungho ordered it or not
"I heard you guys have that much stamina "Please take good care of me later"
(Laughing out loud]
The executives passed by laughing very loudly.
Shaking.
The Clown Zombie could not distinguish whether his arms were shaking because he was having a hard time
or shaking because he was angry.
Until last night, I was happy to drink cider about the worm.. In fact, I never imagined that the cider would be
full of poison.
"I'm going to start the morning PT exercise now."
According to instructor Ahn Sung-ho's order, all trainees, including executives, were aligned.
"Oh, I don't want to do it."
"Can't you not do it?"
In fact, the executives openly showed off, saying that the words were in order. The evidence was that not a
single person wore a bulletproof helmet.
Anyway, PT gymnastics began, but executives showed no signs of starting PT gymnastics. In the front seat,
with her legs crossed, she idled around.
"Hey, assistant. I'm wrong."
There were also executives who intentionally made a mistake and then tried to be excluded from the
background altogether.
"Whoa, whoa."
The 10th platoon leader was the only executive who mimicked even the shape.
The battalion commander, who was supposed to watch, did not even go to work at the shortstop.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Eventually, only the trainees rolled in the mud to die. As soon as he spit out the soil that went into his mouth,
he ate the next soil.
"Oh my god."
"Oh my god."
In particular, the zombie squad was the most serious.
As his physical strength was completely exhausted, he was often excluded.
The assistants were forced to exclude the zombie squad, but they still tried to make it convenient.
This ideal is disadvantageous for performance management because the military doctor is resting for the
afternoon schedule. But,
"Trainee, get up and stretch for a while. Implementation."
"Hey! Assistant! Didn't they get eliminated because they got it wrong? Then I'll roll it harder!"
The executives who were deliberately excluded did not leave the zombie squad alone. I tried to roll the
zombie squad even a little more by exerting pressure on the assistants.
It will never be, but it is difficult for zombies to be in the top 50.
There's no point in getting high scores for those who have a bad soul.
"Don't give up!"
Park Jin-sung, who made a mistake on purpose, came to cheer for the zombies.
"Whew! Aren't we F-rated Jinseong?" It was a lot of fun in the executive office Right?!"
"Did you make a mistake?" Anyway, the kids in the lower ranks."
Park Jin-sung didn't care whether the executives mocked him or not. He kept encouraging the zombies by
mechanically teasing them.
"Never... Never, never, never! Never! Don't give up! Just hold on until lunchtime!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
A moment's spirit overwhelmed the assistants and executives.
No, guys. A little more strength.'
However, it is a spring dream in Japan.
an ephemeral affair like a spring dream
All those with pierced ears made their jaws close, but that was only an instant.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Park Jin-sung shouted loudly on purpose to somehow lead him to lunch time. It was to ease the burden of the
zombie squad by focusing attention on himself.
However, despite Park's bloody efforts, the zombies gradually lost their energy.
"Ah, no more."
"Oh my god!"
The number of members whose pupils have been released has soared. There were no crew members already
wobbling soberly.
"Kk! If it's like this, it'll be annihilated!"
"Hmm."
Ahn Sung-ho, who grasped the seriousness of the situation, came down below the podium. He pressured the
trainees around him by exuding his unique sense of intimidation.