Chapter 38

Three thousand laps, I can't finish it until tomorrow... I won't be able to sleep tonight!

"Snort!"

Zefa snorted in dissatisfaction. As a Rear Admiral, he suffered a disadvantage under the hands of the freshmen because there was too little training! 'However, did such a good seed appear in this freshman class? It really makes the old man curious!'

However, by the time he passed, the freshman side had already dispersed. Zefa jumped to nothing. But he didn't care, the training camp was his territory. As long as the freshman was still there, he couldn't escape!

Moreover, as that boy Cage said, that freshman will soon break the rules and join the elite camp! Only the elite camp can better train this kind of genius!

Thinking of this, Zefa smiled, turned around, and left, returning to the elite camp. All the students in the elite camp looked at Zefa very curiously, and they also wanted to know what happened in the new barracks. But Zefa didn't mention it, and they didn't dare to ask.

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The next day.

Boot camp.

Ron and his group of freshmen are in full swing, carrying out the most basic physical training. While they were training, from the entrance of the training camp, a large number of people poured in, a dense crowd, at least a thousand people. When these people saw Ron and the others who were training, they were slightly taken aback, and then reacted.

Among them, a young man with a pockmarked face grinned and said, "Hey, have the freshmen of this class arrived yet? It's pretty fast!"

"Now there is a good show to watch."

"This time of year is the busiest time in the new barracks!"

"You said, this time, will there be resistance from new students?"

"Hahaha, wouldn't it be more interesting to resist?"

These people are another group of students from the new barracks. Some have been training here for months, even years! That is the so-called old students!

There is an unwritten tradition in the new barracks: when the freshmen first join, the upperclassmen give them a hard time. This tradition has been passed down for many years. Even the previous three admirals have experienced it!

However, in the class they were in, all the veterans were defeated and they joined the elite battalion in an exceptional way! It was because of this exaggerated performance that they were called monsters from the very beginning. In the end, they did not disappoint everyone's expectations. The three monsters all became admirals!

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Hundreds of people left the main group and came towards this side in a mighty way. The rest of the upperclassmen did not pass; hundreds of people were enough, and they all watched the fun.

The actions of these people were naturally noticed by Ron and the freshmen.

They didn't pay attention at first, but soon, a group of upperclassmen blocked the road ahead of them. The front was blocked, and the pace of training for the freshmen stopped. Everyone looked on with doubts on their faces. Who are these people? What do they want?

Ron looked up and found that the person in front of him seemed malicious...

Among the freshmen, a young man couldn't help frowning: "Who are you? You're hindering our training!"

This man was no fool; he guessed that they should be other members of the training camp. It is impossible for them to be the only ones training in the camp. There must be other people. These must be the soldiers who entered the training camp earlier than them.

A carefree upperclassman took a step forward, ignored the freshman who was talking, but looked at the freshmen in front of him with a playful look and said in a strange way: "Are you the freshmen of this year?"

The man's tone was very blunt, even condescending. The freshmen who heard this sentence frowned.

The freshman who spoke just now spoke again: "We are freshmen, that's right. Who are you? Are you also soldiers in the training camp?"

However, after hearing this, the foolish upperclassman suddenly sneered, kicked the freshman, sending him more than ten meters away, and then said with a sneer: "Do you understand the rules? Here, you have to call us seniors!"

The sudden blow stunned all the freshmen, especially the one who was kicked. Clutching his stomach, his eyes were full of bewilderment. Why did he attack suddenly?

Only the group of upperclassmen laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, Jas, why did you do it so suddenly? What if you scare the newcomers?"

"That is, what if the children are frightened?"

Although it sounded like they were accusing this upperclassman named Jas, their tone was more provocative.

Jas didn't care, spread his hands, and smiled, "Who told them they don't understand the rules?"

This was obviously looking for trouble! All the freshmen realized that someone was going to trouble them, and when they realized this, their expressions became very ugly.

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The commotion here naturally did not escape the eyes of the training camp instructors. At this time, several instructors were in a building, watching this scene.

It's a common practice, and this happens every time a freshman enters the field. These instructors did not choose to stop it but watched the development of the situation quietly. Failure is not terrible; what is terrible is not being able to recover.

This is also a test, a test for the new students.

An instructor with a strong upper body and the rank of rear admiral on his body smiled and shook his head: "It's starting again. I hope they will be gentle and not hinder the next training of the freshmen."

Another was a bald instructor with the rank of brigadier general who said with a smile: "No, they know how to measure."

The instructor with the sword on his waist suddenly thought of something and said with a smile: "I don't know how the newcomers performed this year and dare to fight the upperclassmen. I remember that the freshmen in one class were really fierce, and even the upperclassmen were at a disadvantage!"