The rise of special forces from the boot camp

Chapter 503 It's a mule or a horse, pull it out and yo!
Eric thought for a while, and said, "There is an old saying in the East, which is called a mule or a horse, and you can pull it out for a walk. Is that what you say?"

"Yes." Su Hui nodded and said, "In what way?"

"Mark and fighting are the items that can best reflect the quality of an individual soldier, and we are more than these two. How?" Eric asked.

"Yes!" Su Hui nodded directly.

"Stay for dinner tonight, I'll treat you." Eric nodded with a smile.

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At eight o'clock in the evening, the sky was completely dark.

On the training ground of Eric's army, Eric, Su Hui, Wang Chen and others, as well as Eric's guard company and other hundred and ten people all gathered around the fire, preparing to enjoy dinner.

The dinner was very sumptuous, the most sumptuous meal Wang Chen and others had eaten in the past few days, roasted whole lamb, roasted whole cow, roasted camel, and locally produced white beer.

The way of eating here is also very barbaric. There are no chopsticks, bowls and other tableware. Each person is given a dagger, cuts it off by himself, and then eats it directly with his hands.

People here drink a lot too, they basically drink it as a drink, a big glass, fortunately it's not white wine, if it was white wine, this group of people would probably have to lie down.

Because Wang Chen and others did not understand the language of the crowd, it was very troublesome to communicate, so the crowd simply stopped communicating and just nodded and drank.

This kind of local beer is not made from grain, but fermented with a kind of local grass and yeast. The taste is really not very good.

On the other side, Su Hui and Eric sat aside, eating, drinking beer, and talking softly.

"Thank you General for your hospitality tonight, I respect you." Su Hui raised his glass to Eric.

Eric reached out to touch Su Hui and said, "It's not a treat. The meat here is not worth much, but the rice noodles and vegetables are worth it."

"Because of not being able to eat vegetables for a long time and lacking vitamins in the body, our soldiers basically suffer from diseases such as anemia and oral ulcers."

"It's too poor here, and there are no common medicines and antibiotics, so people here generally have a lower life expectancy."

"It will get better." Su Hui replied softly.

"It's difficult, it's too difficult!" Eric sighed, lowered his head, lit a cigarette and raised his head. "When I was young, I went abroad to study, both in Eastern and Western countries. The people there lived and worked in peace and contentment without any You don’t have to worry about the most basic issues like education, medical care, etc. In comparison, our place is hell, not even hell.”

"There are no such basic facilities as education and medical care. Those outsiders will only exploit and destroy this land and use us locals like slaves. I am not reconciled."

"Time will change everything, and peace will be restored here one day." Su Hui comforted again.

"Hope." Eric was inexplicably sad, and continued, "I have read the history of many countries and studied how they were rich and lived and worked in peace and contentment. I wanted to find a little hope from it, but after reading it, I became even more desperate. .”

"Why?" Su Hui asked.

"Take your country for example." Eric organized the language and said, "Your country has 5000 years of cultural heritage, and the cohesion and character of the nation have been developed during these 5000 years. Impossible to be enslaved."

"But here, we have no cultural background, no cohesion, and even those people deliberately use cultural influence to control their thoughts. Even now, many people here think that it is right to be slaves, and they are inherently inferior. Life, they are used to it, and they don't know how to resist, do you think it's terrible?"

"Terrible." Su Hui nodded and said, "From the bloody and violent control at the beginning to the current cultural and economic sanctions, the means have changed, but the result is even more cruel."

"So, we need at least ten generations of hard work to truly cultivate a nation, and at least twenty generations of hard work to get rid of this situation." Eric said in a low voice, "I hope I can give here Bring some hope and spark so my parents can actually stand up."

"I respect you!" Su Hui held up the beer bottle and said seriously, "If there are people like you in this area, then your wish will come true."

Eric sighed, raised the beer bottle and poured it straight down.

"Weng buzzing..."

At this moment, there was a roar of a car, and then the door opened, and a strong young man in his 20s walked over and saluted Eric, "General."

"Sit." Eric smiled and introduced to Su Hui, "This is my eldest son, Eric Laman."

"General Laman, hello!" Su Hui got up and greeted.

"Hi." Laman nodded politely.

The influence of the environment on people is really infinite. The son of a general like Laman has no arrogance and domineering aura at all, and the whole person looks very stable and low-key.

"Let's get started." Eric raised his head and shouted at the guard company, "Summer!"

"Here!" A short young man ran to Eric.

"Bring two rifles and show our friends how to shoot." Eric confessed.

"Yes!" Samo replied, turned around and ran to the soldiers on guard, took two AKs and ran over.

"Come out and compete with the other party for marksmanship, to cheer up the big guys." Su Hui yelled at Wang Chen and the others.

"Crash!"

After the words fell, Wang Chen and others all stood up, eager to try.

"Choose one at will." Su Hui said to Eric, "Let your people choose."

"Summer, pick one." Eric was not polite, and explained to Summer.

Samo scanned around and handed the rifle in his hand to Wang Chen.

Wang Chen grinned, took the rifle, checked and calibrated it quickly, familiarized himself with the feel, and said to the dog, "Ask him how to compare."

Goudan heard the sound and raised his head to inquire about local needs.

"Throw the beer bottle into the air, and if you break it, you win." Samo replied, reaching for a beer bottle.

"OK." Wang Chen made a gesture.

Summer nodded, threw the wine bottle into the air, then quickly raised the gun, loaded the bullet, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

This series of actions was completed within two seconds.

"Bang! Whoa!"

Shots rang out, beer bottles shattered, and debris flew all over the sky.

"Clap clap clap..."

All the soldiers onlookers applauded, cheered, and cheered for Samo. Eric also nodded in satisfaction, and said to Su Hui, "This is the most accurate soldier around me."

"It's really good." Su Hui smiled.

Afterwards, Sam closed his gun and looked at Wang Chen proudly.

Wang Chen curled his lips, and quickly threw the beer bottle into the sky. Before the beer bottle reached the top, the gun rang and the beer bottle burst into pieces.

In comparison, Wang Chen's speed is faster, obviously superior.

"This comparison is too simple." Wang Chen said, "How about we do something more difficult?"

Goudan simultaneously translated Wang Chen's words to Samo.

"How do you compare?" Samo asked.

"The goddess scattered flowers." Wang Chen explained, "Ten people throw ten beer bottles at the same time, and before they hit the ground, they smash all the beer bottles, and they win."

The voice fell, and the audience fell silent.

(End of this chapter)