Ahn Sung-ho came to the back of the executives and zombie squad. Then he spoke in the loudest voice he
had ever heard. "Each room has one trainee! I will take a break from the room of the trainee who has endured the longest by
repeating the infinite PT exercises!"
"Hehe! As expected of our sergeant!"
No one is as good as Ahn Sung-ho.
Ahn Sung-ho saw that the score of the 5th generation will lose the future if it continues like this. I didn't
necessarily side with the 5th generation, but I thought I should give them a chance in the afternoon.
"Oh! Instructor!" Do we have to do it, too?"
a platoon leader characterized by short legs and loose bottoms
The 6th platoon leader expressed his will not to do it on behalf of the executives.
"Only one person can do it. We purposely set the table to show the power of cadres to the trainees."
"Oh? Really?"
"The trainees have already exhausted all their physical strength. If you show them a proper appearance for
three minutes, the status of the executives will be raised. This is advice."
"Wow! As expected, you're the star of the generation star! Even the design is no joke!"
The 6th platoon leader and other executives laughed fishyly.
I beat the exhausted traineesIt doesn't matter much, though.
It is natural to win, and it is important that we worked hard with you guys.
"Let's go, 6th platoon leader!"
"Show off your normal lower body muscles!"
"Haha! Executives! I'll be back!"
The 6th platoon leader and Park Jin-sung lined up in front of the podium belatedly.
in good order
Ten student representatives and one executive representative.
The rest of the trainees were given the opportunity to sit back and watch the non-show.
"Huh? There's no squad dam and partial dam."'
If you look at it, there were no people who were the ace of each room.
Byun Ki-young gave up for the afternoon test, and Kim Se-yeon gave up to take Park Jin-sung's side even a
little bit.
Good. It's a chance. I need to slow down as much as I can to make time for the 5th generation to rest....'
The rules are simple. The trainee who finishes the move the fastest will be given an opportunity to present the
next move. If you can't follow the moves, you're out. Whoever survives to the very end wins."
Park Jin-sung's idea of slowing down the pace flew away. It was because the 6th platoon leader, who was still
full of physical strength, smiled dirty.
"Should I change my course?"
Even if the accuracy of the movements is reduced, it will be eliminated. The instructor will arbitrarily judge
the accuracy. Do you have any questions?"
"Argh!"
Eleven representatives shouted restrained commands.
"If I don't have one, I' Starts with... Hmm! Number 8! Ready to twist your whole body!"
Ahn Sung-ho declared the highest level of difficulty from the start.
Representatives, who were already exhausted, lay on the floor.
"Episode 4! Start! Start!"
"Haha! I can eat rice cake like this!"
The unusually short legs of the 6th platoon leader moved from side to side the fastest.
In the end, the 6th platoon leader, who finished twisting his whole body first, immediately ordered the next
move.
"Haha! Number one! Two high jump!"
It was an absolutely advantageous rule for those who knew the next move.
Even if the number of times is limited to a short time, there is a high probability that the next action will be
presented.
Not even.
The whole body twisting is a lying down movement, and the high jump is a movement that you have to stand
up. As the gap in preparation posture is large, there will naturally be a speed difference.
Not even, not even.
The 6th platoon leader is full of energy.
"Argh!"
"All, your legs!"
Half of the representatives were eliminated with just one flow from twisting the whole body to high jump.
"Hahahahahaha"
The 6th platoon leader was so relaxed that he could enjoy a hearty laugh. How should I end it, how should I
end it like this, how should I end it like that? It was okay as long as I had a pleasant imagination.
It would have been.
"11! Squeeze 4 times!"
"Hahaha...Ha? What?!"
The next move suddenly popped out of the seat next to the 6th platoon leader.
Whip, swip, swip!
It was speed I didn't want to believe.
Park Jin-sung's high jump was over at the moment when the 6th platoon leader enjoyed the briskness.
For the 6th platoon leader who experienced Park Jin-sung for the first time, it was a hardware that was out of
specification that he had never heard of before.
"Hehe. Nine times! Four squat jumps!"
"Now, wait a minute! Hey!
Park Jin-sung performed the next move without giving the 6th platoon leader time to tackle. It was as if the
PT gymnastics video was wound several times faster.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
"More, I can't do it anymore...."
All the rest of the delegates slumped to their seats. Still, only the 6th platoon leader, who had full physical
strength, succeeded in forcibly catching up.
"Yap. Number 4! Squeeze and stretch 4 times!"
"Already?"
"One! Two high jump!"
"Oh! Hey! Park Jinseong!"
The scene where Park Jin-sung takes the lead and the 6th platoon leader is entangled is repeated.
It's like the last two for the Golden Bell Challenge.
"11! One squat jump!"
"Number 11, nine, four, one.... Seo, I don't believe this routine!
The 6th platoon leader noticed the devil's routine and flipped his eyes.
"Number 9! Squat down, run, and spin once!"
"Wait, wait, wait!"
"Number 4!"
"Ugh."
"Number 1!"
"Ugh...!"
The 6th platoon leader's legs have slowed noticeably.
Park Jin-sung, who turned his head slightly to the side, sent the sentence in a loud voice.
"Haha, I'm going for the last time…?"
"What, what?!"
"11 times, 9 times, 4 times, 1 time!" Number 11, number 9, number 4, number 1! Number 11, number 9,
number 4, number 1!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"11 times, 9 times, 4 times, 1 time!" Number 11, number 9, number 4, number 1! Number 11, number 9,
number 4, number 1! Number 11, number 9, number 4, number 1, buzz!
Even Mobius wailed loudly, and Galgure was perfectly embodied in Park Jin-sung's body.
"Oh, my God."
Eventually, the 6th platoon leader, who failed to control his breathing, hit his head on the floor. Park Jinsung's victory was confirmed in his lung breathing, which is crazy for oxygen.
'You crazy...' The chief craftsman managed to grasp the chin that was about to go down indefinitely.
It was such a terrible physical that I suspected it was Idea. Still, he may be lower than Ahn Sung-ho, but he
was also not at the level of a high school student.
It was only then that Juye remembered what happened when he first met Park Jin-sung.
"No way, even then
The battle between the first squadron of the 3rd Battalion, the strongest line-up of the battalion, and the 3rd
Squadron of the 10th Squadron of the 2nd Battalion.
As soon as Park Jin-sung attacked Ahn Sung-ho, Joo Ye unknowingly imagined a terrible scenario.
I don't know why.
Juye ordered the squad to attack Park Jin-sung, and the strongest squad in the battalion, which failed to
control time, was ridiculously defeated.
"No. No matter how hard it is,"
Actually, I still didn't understand.
Shortly after hitting Park Jin-sung, bracelets made by military doctors and the ideas of officiating were
broken. Who in the world broke it?
'It was weird....'
Thanks to Ahn Sung-ho's response, I thought maybe Park Jin-sung did it.
However, Park Jin-sung's move afterwards was insignificant, so he immediately forgot the incident.
"Anyway, I guess the value of stamina is as good as Anseong."'
He nodded when he saw Park Jin-sung, who was moving with the zombie squad.
"Leader… Ugh, go, thank you…."
"Hurry up and eat. You have to eat quickly and rest quickly."
Somehow I came by lunch time.
Thanks to Ahn Sung-ho's instruction, the zombie squad was the first to eat the meal. Park Jin-sung polished
their meals like a mother bird for the revival of the Zombie University.
Shaking!
"Ugh."
"I have to eat it."
The zombies were not even able to hold the spoon. The hand shook like a hand tremor, and every table where
the zombie squad sat was lined with splattered marks.
Whether I was eating or not, I was speechless. There was no vitality at all, like an old-fashioned zombie who
was slow to move.
If Mr. Yang saw this scene, he would have excluded the zombie squad from the training while crying.
"Leader..."
"Wow, because of us, the captain's physical strength...!"
"Don't talk, boys. Now I'm just sleeping on my stomach. Don't think about the consequences."
There is a little over an hour left until the afternoon training.
For the first time, Park Jin-sung laid down during a break.
"Sigh."
Heavy and deep fatigue slowly and surely swept over Park Jin-sung's whole body.
A bloody battle with the 6th platoon leader just now worked.
As the 6th platoon leader caught up with him, he had no choice but to try to destroy Ahn Sung-ho's lower
body. "It's a little hard."
From the first guerrilla march, the army commander added 80 kilograms in front and back, and the mountain
march with sleeping bags in both hands.
From the first day until now, during the break, personal training.
She does not miss the PT exercise and performs it in a straight posture.
Not only morning walks but also obstacle training are all over in the shortest time.
"Whoa."
Park Jin-sung has been forcing himself to overuse himself.
It was not natural to get tired, but it was more natural to fall down.
"If."
If it weren't for the battle against the Great Bugs....
If I had recovered my physical strength properly on the third night as planned!
"Whoa."
Things got a little big.
Park Jin-sung raised his left arm as if he would grab the fluorescent light on the ceiling.
Shaking!
The trembling left arm was not inferior to the symptoms of other zombie members.
* * *
In the meantime, there were accommodation in the north, obstacle training ground in the east, and rocks
including Idea scoring ground in the west.
So what's left of the last South?
Next to the road leading to the Mountain March of Hell, there was a small building.
In fact, it was only small compared to accommodation and other training grounds, but it was never a shabby
place.
An Sung-ho opened an entrance huge enough to be called a gate.
"I will start my last training as of this time."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
It was a structure that had no characteristics except that the ceiling was high.
The ground was reflected by the light and shook at the moment when I was confused about whether I should
do a knife dance here.
A pool was piled up in such a empty space that a cold wind blew around. Still, the area was not so small that
367 people could fit in.
'Hmmm. It's very shallow.'
But at that depth, it was like a children's pool. No matter how short a person is, he or she will not deviate
from the chest height.
This is the training with the highest score. Low-scoring trainees may be able to make a turnaround in this
training."
Ahn Sung-ho went to the front of the pool and fixed his combat cap.
The phrase "RANGER" stuck on my back couldn't look so cool.
I was able to understand the ridiculous schedule because of one reliable back.
Current time 02:00 PM.
Ahn Sung-ho, who checked the time, took a short breath and turned back to the trainees.
"Explain the rules. First of all."
"Whoa! I'll let the battalion commander explain from there."
A sound filled with grease rang through the ceiling of the building
"You've done a great job, Ahn Sung-ho."
The top executive of Haeundae Special Education Battalion belatedly showed himself to the training ground. "Yoo! Go!"
"Whoa, what salute between us. That's good, instructor."
"…No, it's not
"Here you go! Attention!
The principal, who appeared at the entrance, forced the trainees to rotate toward him. Thanks to this, the
zombie squad in the back naturally came up to the front row.
'You're tired, you're a disgrace to our generation.'
The principal, who knew nothing, was not interested in the reason why the zombie college was exhausted.
'Whoa, they're all my men!'
The principal put his hands behind him nicely, but the stylish ship only troubled him with the innocent belt.
"Hmm? As of this time, the battalion commander will spread the rules of the training. The pool in front is an
artificial pool created for trench fighting. We'll put you 367 in at once and grade you in the order you're
pushed out."
Whispering!
Originally, it is normal to put a fight by room or adjust the number of people.
It is hard to understand the score if he is eliminated due to the crowd.
"Quiet! It's not an ordinary trench fight. It is a battle with or without the use of ideas. The timing of the use
and collection of ideas will be directly controlled by the main, large, and large markets."
The principal's explanation of the affix made the situation even more confusing.
It was a system that had nothing to do with the score at all.
Only some special ideas are unilaterally favorable rules. It can never be seen as a fair test.
If you think you can't do it, you can't do it'
This kind of fighting is the highest-scoring training during the guerrilla campaign.
It was an act of ignoring all the assistants and instructors who have taught hard.
Park Jin-sung, who was at the forefront, and the principal's eyes crossed.
'It's normal to filter out the burgeons right away.'
"Hahaha..."
Park Jin-sung's face suddenly rotted and darkened to the point of being tarnished.
Park Jin-sung sneaked a look at Ahn Sung-ho and his assistants.
Pfft.
Indeed, indeed, indeed.
It was different from the training content originally planned.
The principal, who was sulking at Park Jin-sung for no reason, revised the rules as he wanted.
"The main battalion commander is in command! All aligned!!"
In order to soak Park Jin-sung and the 5th generation, he went there with that thick belly butto