Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 93 Death Track
  But since there are those who put aside their grudges and help each other, there are also those who are selfish and only care about themselves. This is the case for No. 3. No. 4 and No. 15 in his group both supported No. 13, who was injured early. But as the team leader, he is not only Instead of helping, he took the lead and followed the first echelon with his long legs. Finally, the top five reached the finish line and came to the rest area.

But he also paid the price for his selfishness. Their entire group was punished and disqualified from eating. No. 3 resented this, but could do nothing.

Their training throughout the morning started from getting up, and all events, including punishment, emphasized teamwork, but he still went his own way. No matter how excellent his personal abilities were, such a person would still not be able to become a truly outstanding elite special forces soldier.

And he just needs to help and lend a hand. Maybe their group results will not be very good, but it will not cause the whole group to fall behind and not be able to eat.

The most taboo thing about special forces is this kind of lone wolf mentality. The so-called strong people do not live in groups in the special forces. It is exactly the opposite, because here the strong people are in groups.

"Let's eat!"

The lunch prepared by the Hunter School for the students was not sumptuous, it could even be said to be shabby. It only consisted of a tortilla and a bowl of porridge, and a plate of side dishes to go with the meal. There was not a trace of fat or meat in sight.

Such a meal is just a drop in the bucket for the trainees who have gone through high-intensity training and consumed a lot of money. But as trainees, there are no human rights here. Special forces do not need human rights. There is no other option but to accept it and stuff the food you can get into your mouth first before talking about anything else.

"I want to protest!"

After all, some people couldn't hold it back, and a trainee roared at Sean with fire-breathing eyes: "I'm going to sue you in a military court. You are abusing us and trampling on our human rights. No one will train like this!" "

Hearing this, Sean smiled and was not angry. Instead, he held a loudspeaker and said to the students: "Well, it's good. At least there are people who know how to resist. How about it? Is there anyone who wants to stand up and protest like him? ?”

The students temporarily stopped stuffing food into their mouths. You looked at me and I looked at you. No one said anything. Zhuang Yan, who was a little eager to try when he saw the student protesting, shrank a little now because he felt This was not normal. He had a bad feeling, just like when he faced the Miao Company and the high school team in the army.

"human rights?"

When no one said anything, Sean shrugged boredly and walked up to the student. He looked him up and down, then suddenly raised his leg and kicked him into a gourd with a "bang" sound, roaring with a black face. Said: "Fake Squid, you stinking piece of shit, in what capacity do you talk to me about human rights?"

"Of course you can sue me, but before that, you need to ring the fog bell and admit that you are a worthless coward, and then go to a military court to accuse me of abusing you and insulting you, you stupid pig!"

The student turned over and stood up, clutching his stomach, glaring at Sean hatefully, squeezing his neck and shouting, "I'm not a coward!"

"Then shut your damn mouth!"

Sean glared angrily and roared loudly: "You damn rookies and bastards, listen clearly to me. Here, you only need to wear your ears, not your mouth. If anyone dares to be like this idiot again, Get out of here right away!"

A little farce ended here, and the student successfully killed the chicken to scare the monkeys.

"I knew it was."

Zhuang Yan muttered something while pouring the tortillas and porridge in his hand into his mouth. "The instructors from the Chinese army are all such perverts, they change their faces in a second as if they are playful!"

Liang Muche nodded sympathetically and agreed.

However, No. 8 of their team said weakly: "But... I heard that the chief instructor is from the SEAL team..."

Hearing this, both of them turned their gazes to his face. No. 8, who felt uncomfortable looking at them, quickly laughed and changed the subject: "Uh... okay, I think we should take the time to rest... "

Lunch time is over. In the afternoon, the students were still greeted by a series of high-intensity training. Some students began to be sent to the medical center one after another, and some returned to the team for training after recovery. Until 17: in the afternoon, the students faced the most dangerous training of the day. training.

Next, there will be an extremely dangerous training - battlefield simulation training!
  Instructors will shoot with live ammunition and even artillery shells, while students need to conduct tactical movement training under a hail of bullets. There is no mistake in this project, because once a mistake is made, it means death!

This is also one of the projects with the highest student mortality rate since the Hunter School was established!

In the battlefield simulation training ground, there are various obstacles, swamps, broken walls, barbed wire, gun pits, gasoline burning objects, dumb bombs, etc. everywhere you look. The battlefield restoration degree is as high as 9%. Ten or more.

Even if you are mentally prepared, when you actually face it, you will still feel some fear involuntarily.

This is human nature. This kind of training will really kill people. If a real gun hits a person, it will inevitably cause casualties. No one can guarantee that it will not be them who die.

"Hey, Lao Liang, have you ever had this type of training at Lijian?"

Zhuang Yan couldn't help but poked Liang Muche with his elbow and asked.

"No, why, do you have wolf fangs like this?"

Liang Muche shook his head and asked.

Domestic special forces also have similar live-fire training, with the same loaded guns and live ammunition, but they have never used artillery shells, because artillery shells are difficult to control the killing range of things that explode in one piece, which will greatly increase the training mortality rate, and The bullet's killing range can be well controlled. Although it will still cause death, the mortality rate is greatly reduced and is still within the tolerance of the troops.

But the Hunter School doesn't pay attention to these things. This is a place where steel is forged, not a place that pays attention to human rights. Death is a normal thing. If you can't accept it, you can quit. No one will force you to accept training.

As the medical team drove the medical vehicle, fully armed and started to stand by, the instructors also got into position and began to prepare for live ammunition shooting. Sean picked up the loudspeaker and shouted to the students: "Now, where are you?" The place is called the battlefield simulation training ground. Of course, I gave it a more appropriate name, called the death track. As the name suggests, here, you need to race against death. This training is all done with real guns and live ammunition. If you want to complete it successfully Training requires not only enough courage and strong will, but also enough skills. Your tactical movements, reaction speed, physical fitness, and battlefield insight will be the best guarantee for your ability to pass the training. Of course, in addition to this, In addition, you may also need a little luck, after all, unlucky guys can choke themselves to death even if they sneeze."

(End of this chapter)