Time slowly passed as Li Mu was beaten up. A month later.
It was rumored that General Zefa's elite training camp would select outstanding recruits from this assessment to join the training camp.
However, the prerequisite was that his score had to be above 90 points.
According to rumors, those who reached 100 points would have an additional requirement.
The recruits huddled together and made all kinds of noise. Some said they were worried, while others were full of confidence.
"90 points? It seems quite simple."
Li Mu said casually.
Indeed, 90 points was not a problem for Li Mu.
He was already completely familiar with this kind of basic training and had completely surpassed the level of ordinary recruits. Under the continuous special training of the flying squirrel and his own training, Li Mu made rapid progress.
Even when Li Mu was fighting against the flying squirrel, he had gone from being unable to fight back at the beginning to having a 20:80 chance. Of course, the premise was that the flying squirrel did not use any killing moves. However, Li Mu did not use his fruit ability either.
"I think it'll be 30 - 70 after using it? "Or is it 46?" Li Mu thought curiously.
He seemed very relaxed, but the others were not so relaxed.
Because Li Mu was not a social person from the beginning of the recruit camp, and he was becoming more and more monstrous, no recruit dared to get close to Li Mu. However, Li Mu did not care. It did not matter if he was friends with people who did not have the guts.
However, there were still some who were not afraid of death or were especially honest. For example, the worried little fatty beside Li Mu.
"Hey, Aruba, why do you look so uneasy?"
"What? "Oh, it's nothing. I'm just a little worried," Aruba said in a low voice.
"What are you worried about?" Isn't Li Mu asking the obvious
" I might not even pass." Aruba thought about the assessment, then thought about his own level, and frowned.
"Brother Mu, you're so powerful. You'll definitely enter General Zefa's elite camp. However, once you leave, there might be no one to train with me or guide me.”
After all, Aruba had an honest and straightforward personality. Coupled with his chubby figure, Li Mu thought that he was very cute at first glance. At that time, Aruba was punished for his poor training results, and the surrounding recruits were also laughing at him.
It could be said that Aruba and Li Mu were two extremes. One was so weak that he had no friends, while the other was so strong that he had no friends.
Thus, these two extremes got to know each other. Li Mu took care of Aruba like an older brother. Whether it was the basic training or the six styles, Li Mu taught him everything.
" Don't worry, Aruba. Be more confident. Passing is not a problem. If you pass, your father will be very happy," Li Mu encouraged Aruba.
Aruba's father was also a member of the navy, and he was a major general. He had always been Aruba's nightmare. It could be said that the source of Aruba's confidence and inferiority came from his father.
"Hahahaha, his father will probably beat him to death."
But unfortunately, what was said was said, and Aruba became even more depressed after hearing it. His father would really beat him to death if he only passed. After all, his father had always wanted him to enter General Zefa's elite training camp.
" Brother Mu, can you let me be alone for a while?" Eluba begged, blinking his small eyes.
"Alright, don't be afraid, okay?”
Li Mu had no choice but to shake his fat hand and comfort him.
He could see the same inferiority complex and lack of self-confidence in Ainilu from Eluba, but Ainilu also had a heart that constantly wanted to prove himself. Eluba was completely defeated by his inferiority complex.
"Tsk, even if he doesn't pass, I'm going to carry him into the elite camp!"
Even though Aruba felt inferior, he was a good person. If he was given a chance to improve, he would become another kind and righteous Flying Squirrel Lieutenant General.
The navy needed such merciful and righteous officers.
Under the thought that justice would prevail, many generals had already lost themselves. Separating justice and conscience, the representative was undoubtedly the Red Hound.
It wasn't that the Red Hound was bad, and what he did was for the sake of the navy. However, such a cruel and absolute method of violence was really too extreme.
In the second round, although Li Mu didn't like to use guns, he still relied on his strong body to master the gun skills. He also finished assembling the gun as quickly as possible and finished with a hundred points, with a full score of 30.
In comparison, Aruba looked clumsy. Firearms seemed to be incompatible with his body, and he was almost counting down the points for completing the assembly. Average, 15 points.
The third round, six forms of confrontation.
The rules of the six styles were different. If the opponent was a recruit, then the highest score given by the instructor was 30 points.
If the opponent was the instructor, as long as he could defeat the instructor, no matter how many moves he was proficient in, he would immediately obtain 30 points.
If he chose the Chief Instructor as his opponent, he would get 35 points if he won, no matter how proficient he was.
If he wanted to get full marks, he would have to challenge the Chief Instructor and the other instructors who taught the six styles. As long as he could beat all of them, it would prove that he had mastered all six styles and that his strength was extraordinary.
Most of them chose the first option. A few outstanding people would choose the second option, and not many would choose the third option.
The Chief Instructor and the other recruits didn't feel surprised. They even felt that it was a matter of course.
Of course, the premise was that they could win. It was the same for Li Mu.
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