Thus, the six supported each other, shouting together to vent their pain.
The special forces soldiers from other countries watched this scene, complex emotions in each of their eyes.
From another perspective, if their own country's flag were insulted, they would also intervene, but they probably wouldn't be able to directly kill someone.
Although they had targeted Yan Nation's soldiers before, this time the Yan Nation soldiers felt completely different, especially the one leading them.
Beside him, Carl was also somewhat moved. This was true manhood.
The pain caused by the injection of 10cc of psychotropic drugs was already the limit for many people. Even those who had undergone special training found it difficult to endure. Now…
As Qin Feng and the others endured the excruciating pain, the special forces soldiers from other countries who had been watching coldly were now about to experience the same torment.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Screams like those of slaughtered pigs echoed across the training ground. At this moment, it seemed to have turned into a living hell.
Although they had been cheering themselves on while witnessing the Yan Nation soldiers endure pain, the moment the liquid was injected into their bodies, the immense pain caused them to collapse instantly.
One, two, three… more and more people couldn't bear it and fainted on the spot.
Carl, puffing on his cigar, exhaled a plume of smoke and suddenly said to his deputy, Hamm, who was standing beside him, "Do you think those Yan Nation guys can last another 2cc?"
Deputy Hamm shook his head directly. "Although they are strong, it's impossible. 10cc is already the human limit. 12cc will turn them into corpses."
"Well, to be precise, corpses curled up like shrimp."
Carl's smile remained unchanged. After taking a puff of smoke, he said, "How about three bottles of good wine?"
"You want to give them to me? Of course, I'll accept, as long as you're willing!" Hearing Carl's words, Hamm readily agreed.
"Okay!"
After the two had conferred, Carl directly turned and ordered the person injecting the drug, "Give them another 2cc!"
The surrounding instructors and those who were still conscious were all shocked when they heard instructor Carl's command.
After all, 10cc was the limit the human body could withstand, and 12cc meant death.
When others were undergoing the test, they fainted at 8cc, let alone 10cc.
Now, they were going to inject 12cc into the Yan Nation soldiers. Instructor Carl clearly intended to kill them this way.
The four special forces soldiers from the Japanese nation, who were still conscious and enduring the test, showed ferocious smiles when they heard instructor Carl's order.
They were dead for sure this time!
At this moment, Qin Feng and the other five leaned against each other, supporting one another, gazing into each other's eyes.
"Hang in there! We can definitely hang in there!"
"Yes! We are Yan Nation soldiers, this little pain can't break our will, we can do it!"
"As men, we just grit our teeth and get through it!"
"Right…"
The six encouraged each other, as if they had been comrades for over a decade, their hearts connected.
When the additional 2cc were injected into their bodies, let alone He Chenguang and the other four, even Qin Feng himself fell unconscious for a moment. What about the others?
However, the Limit Survival Skill immediately came into play, rapidly repairing and weakening the pain caused by the drug on his nerves. This allowed Qin Feng to instantly break through the limit and persevere, gradually regaining consciousness.
Carl and the instructors were all greatly astonished to see Qin Feng regain consciousness so quickly.
God, was this real or fake?
Could someone really remain conscious under 12cc?
It had to be fake, right?
Hamm shook his head in disbelief. "Damn it, does this kid have an immunity to the drug?"
But this was a dosage of 12cc. Even he might not have been able to withstand it, yet this Yan Nation person endured it and recovered in a short period.
This was an unprecedented event!
Carl, who had been watching the situation, exhaled a plume of smoke and said calmly, "Yan Nation has always been a very magical country. Their soldiers are very special. Only when you interact with them, and interact with them a lot, will you discover their many miraculous aspects."
Unlike Carl's calm demeanor, Qin Feng was frantically shaking the other five.
Because the other five could no longer withstand the 12cc of the drug and were in a semi-conscious state due to the pain.
Qin Feng frantically shook the five while shouting loudly, "Wake up, you bastards! Get up! We are Yan Nation soldiers, we cannot die here."
Qin Feng kept roaring, trying to awaken their consciousness in this way.
Qin Feng knew very well that once they completely lost consciousness, they would have no chance of waking up. This was 12cc.
"Wake up! We are Yan Nation soldiers, we still have to go home!"
Qin Feng's voice was like thunder, continuously resounding in the ears of He Chenguang, Wang Yanbing, and the other four.
The special forces soldiers from other countries couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Qin Feng and the others, their hearts shaken.
How much willpower did it take for these Yan Nation soldiers to still stand, supporting each other, even in a semi-conscious state after being injected with 12cc?
They were also soldiers, but when compared, the gap between them was so vast.
However, they didn't have time to ponder this issue, as more people were being forced to undergo the test, and the screams continued.
Those who died in the test were dragged away, while those who fainted were thrown into the dormitory. In short, no one could stand except Qin Feng.
After one round of survival testing, Carl looked at the statistics provided and said coldly, "Another eighteen dead. The quality is not up to standard!"
"They should be able to endure it!"
"All of them must endure it. One is not enough!"
"Okay!"
Carl and the others no longer paid attention to the still screaming crowd and returned directly to the dormitory to enjoy their food and cigars.
No one mentioned Qin Feng and the other five anymore, as they had already written them off as dead.
A night passed. At five in the morning, Carl and Hamm woke up as usual.
Hamm's mind was still on his bet with Carl. The first thing he did after waking up was to go to the training ground to see if he had won the bet. He muttered as he walked, "No one can withstand 12cc. Plus, it rained heavily last night. Even if they had iron wills, they should have succumbed by now."
"I suppose they should have turned into six cold corpses by now!"
Thinking this, Hamm quickened his pace.
But when he arrived at the training ground, he saw six figures standing like statues before the red flag, their eyes open, supporting each other, not having fallen.
"This…"