Special Forces Second Enlistment

Chapter 57 Death Metrics
"If you want to survive the future war, if you don't have enough brains, you should withdraw by yourself..."

Looking at the remaining 42 selectors in front of him, Gao Dazhuang continued to tease them in his own language.

"The weak are not welcome here, because there is no commander who wishes to send back the corpses of his soldiers. Only the strong among the strong can become special forces..."

"The concept of a strong person is not only physical fitness, but also your IQ. Now you know who we want..."

"It's not a super soldier, not Rambo, but a series of perfect combination of IQ and physical fitness, intelligence and wisdom, loyalty and cunning, coupled with strict training and excellent equipment, we call him special, special , soldiers."

Gao Dazhuang said the last three words very solemnly, which also shows the cruelty of the selection. There is no luck, no luck, and they are all persisted from the real special training.

night.

"Bang Bang Bang~~~"

"Boom boom~~~"

A bullet fired from one side directly penetrated the mannequin on the other side.

"I'm going, it's live ammunition, be careful~"

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Yan, who was crawling forward in the low pile net, felt cold, and immediately reminded the selection staff behind him loudly.

"Don't stop, lie down and crawl forward!" Chen Guotao followed behind to remind.

"Be careful, don't stop!"

From time to time someone reminds everyone.

A figure in front of him climbed out of the low pile net and was about to stand up and rush forward. Jiang Shui grabbed his calf and pulled him back. The man lay on the ground directly, and his face came into intimate contact with the soil.

"There are live ammunition on it, you want to die~"

Jiang Shui shouted eagerly.

But one was caught, and there were others.

Get up and bend over to rush forward.

"Lie down quickly, get down quickly!"

Gao Dazhuang, who was standing outside, saw several figures getting up, and quickly reminded him loudly.

But still too late.

"Bang~" sound.

A bullet passes through the chest of a selector.

"Stop shooting, stop shooting~"

Gao Dazhuang immediately issued an order.

Spike's shooters stopped immediately.

"Hygienist, hurry up, go down and save people, hurry~"

Gao Dazhuang anxiously shouted at the medical staff who were on call at any time.

A few figures with red crosses and white stripes on their arms rushed up carrying the stretcher.

The selectors at the low-pile net all stared at the selector who was shot. Except for Jiang Shui, they really didn't expect that someone would actually be shot.

Jiang Shui pursed his lips, Wolf Fang was considered good, in Old A, his batch, during Hell Week, there were deaths, and by the time he was eliminated, a total of 3 people had died.

Among the more than 200 elites selected by the three major branches of the People's Liberation Army, the navy, the army, and the air force, they are all veritable military kings. If you pick anyone at random, you can beat the selection personnel here at Langya.

But even such a group of soldiers and kings still cannot avoid death, which shows the cruelty of their selection.

It was in the special training that kept brushing shoulders with death that Jiang Shui's potential was constantly stimulated and tapped out, and he ranked among the best among the selected personnel and occupied a place.

As for Jiang Shui, who showed his sharpness among a group of soldiers and kings, when his information was seen by the senior leaders of the Southeast Military Region, they paid enough attention to it.

This is also the reason why the Southeast Military Region wants to form a campaign-level special force to look at Jiang Shui.

(Some readers commented and asked me, do you know what is called a campaign-level special forces?)

(I laughed, I know a firecracker, that is, the level of special forces is used to distinguish the strength of each special force, and then the writing is as reasonable as possible. Novel, don’t take it seriously, and you can’t write it too real)

The medical staff quickly checked the wounded who was shot, and replied loudly: "He's still alive!"

Gao Dazhuang immediately ordered: "Send it to the hospital for emergency treatment!"

"Yes!"

The medical staff put the injured on a stretcher, and then carried the stretcher, thinking of the medical car next to it and rushed past.

"Whoo~~~"

Gao Dazhuang calmed down, looked at the sluggish selectors, and said seriously: "Brothers, war is a process of surviving from death..."

"Have you all seen it? This is not a joke, it will really kill people, look at all of you bears, and want to be a special soldier?"

The tall and powerful words resounded on the special training ground and reached the ears of everyone present.

"Let me tell you, this is just the beginning. Special forces have death indicators every year, not in combat, but in daily training..."

"If you want to survive the war, if you want to be a special soldier, you must always be prepared!"

Every word of Gao Dazhuang was heard by the selectors. Looking at Gao Dazhuang, they seemed to feel the atmosphere of surviving from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

"Grey wolf!" Gao Dazhuang shouted after finishing speaking.

"Here!" Ma Da replied immediately.

Gao Dazhuang instructed: "Tell them about the sacrifice of the brigade!"

"Yes!"

Ma Da took a step forward, and said with a little sadness in his words: "Since the establishment of our brigade, a total of 22 people have died, of which seven died in action and 15 died in training..."

"In addition, there is a military dog ​​who died in the bombing operation..."

"The report is over!"

There was disbelief in the eyes of the selectors. They really didn't expect that there were so many more people who died in training than in action.

Gao Dazhuang spoke again: "Have you all heard clearly? Answer me now, who wants to quit?"

"Report!" There was still a little fear in Zhuang Yan's voice.

"Say!" Gao Dazhuang agreed.

Zhuang Yan stared and asked, "I want to ask, how far was the bullet from the top of my head just now?"

"Horizontal height, sixty centimeters from the ground!" Gao Dazhuang gave the answer: "Why do you ask this?"

"I want to judge from this, what is the safe distance when the bullet passes over my head!" Zhuang Yan answered Gao Dazhuang's question loudly.

Gao Dazhuang was a little impatient, he really didn't expect that Zhuang Yan was thinking about this question, as if Gao Dazhuang did it on purpose, his tone immediately became cold: "I don't want to see them still have the strength to ask me questions!"

"Keep going~" Ma Da roared at the crowd.

Unwilling to be eliminated, the selectors had no choice but to continue training.

"Hit me, machine gunner!" Gao Dazhuang ordered when he saw everyone moving.

"Captain Gao, should we use empty ammunition or live ammunition!" the machine gunner asked loudly.

"Live ammunition!" Gao Dazhuang replied decisively.

"Yes!" The machine gunner took the lead.

"I'd rather they get hurt here today than die on the battlefield tomorrow!" Gao Dazhuang continued to express his thoughts, and then ordered: "Hit~"

"Bang Bang Bang~~~"

On the training ground, gunshots rang out again fiercely.

PS: Thank you Wu Xianyi for your great reward.

(End of this chapter)