Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 94 Race against death!
  "Here, students in every session will be injured or even lose their lives. The same is true for you. Now, I want to know if anyone wants to quit. Everyone has only one life. It's not too late for you to quit now!"

After Sean finished speaking, he looked at the students with piercing eyes. There was absolutely no falsehood in his words. Since the establishment of Hunter School, there will be one or two unlucky people in each session of this project who are injured or even killed. The casualty rate is definitely high. One of the highest projects.

However, even though some of the students were fearful or nervous, no one chose to back down.

Fear and nervousness are human instincts. No one is immune to being shot by a gun, but the special forces themselves must overcome instincts.

No one is not afraid of death, but there are always people who go to death and are willing to die.

"Very good, I announce that the simulated battlefield training will begin now. Each person has a magazine. The first group is ready to go!"

Under Sean's command, the first group led by No. 2 as the team leader rushed out quickly. After receiving the magazine from the ordnance department, they quickly arrived at the starting point.

At this time, the light machine guns and artillery shells also began to roar, truly replicating the scene of a battlefield full of bullets.

The starting point is a zipline. The trainees enter the training ground through the pulley, and then face the hail of bullets and bombardments, using various tactical actions to cross the 300-meter-long death track. Moreover, the trainees face not only the hail of bullets but also the rain of bullets. , artillery bombing, various obstacles are as simple as this, but they also need to quickly distinguish humanoid targets that suddenly pop up on the path, and accurately distinguish civilians or thugs.

One point will be added for timely shooting of thugs, and one point will be deducted for accidentally killing civilians. After the training, the students' scores will be recorded in their personal performance points. This is the score that runs through their entire 90-day training. There is no reward or punishment, but But it will affect the honor they can ultimately earn for themselves and their country.

This training will not limit the speed of students. You can run fast or slow. No one will rush you, but the instructors will bite their guns tightly behind your butt. If you slow down, they will It won't wait for you, it will just sweep you over mercilessly, and the consequences can be imagined.

If you are hit, even if the instructors' gun control is very low, but you are shot in the leg, it means that it is 48% impossible to resume training in the next hours, and the student will have to withdraw from the training.

Don't underestimate the lethality of firearms. No one can be shot and bleed a little like in movies and TV shows, and still be alive and kicking.

However, one thing must be mentioned. The bullets used in this training are all specially made, and their penetrating power is greatly increased. They are the same as full-power bullets. One shot will leave a hole in the front and back, which will not cause too much edge damage.

The death track is indeed a death track. It was just the first group of training, and something unexpected happened.

Among them, student No. 11 ran very hard due to physical reasons. He struggled to follow the back of the team, gritting his teeth and trying to run faster. However, when he passed a cliff, his legs and feet became weak after landing, and he fell down. He wanted to get up and continue, but his ankle seemed to be twisted. As soon as he stood up, he stumbled to the ground again. He had no choice but to try to stand up again, limping to keep up.

The instructors would not wait for him because of his injury. The gun line followed closely. As the bullet hit his thigh, student No. 11 immediately let out a scream and fell to the ground again. This also indicated that he would not be able to survive again. Participated in subsequent training.

Student No. 11 fell to the ground, clutching the pierced thigh wound. His eyes were full of despair and unwillingness. He knew very well what being shot at this time meant.

Lina and other medical team members rushed back immediately to apply a hemostatic bandage and then took him away.

"Ah! Shet! Shet! Shet!" No. 11 let out a desperate roar on the stretcher and shed unwilling tears. This scene touched the hearts of all the students present.

The students who had not yet started training watched No. 11 being carried away on a stretcher. They felt inexplicable emotions and had a more intuitive understanding of the cruelty of hunter training.

As the first group ended, the second group followed closely and embarked on this death track.

As the training continued, more and more injured students were injured. The injured were constantly being taken away by the medical team for treatment, and the atmosphere on the training ground became more and more depressing.

As a medical officer, Lina was busy throughout the whole process. She became increasingly worried about the physical condition and life safety of the students. She repeatedly wanted to go to Sean to intercede, hoping that he would be gentler to the students. Unfortunately, whenever she encouraged When I had enough courage, I was helpless in the face of Sean's inhumane appearance.

An hour later, the battlefield simulation training officially came to an end. Fortunately, no one died, but the atmosphere among the students was still gloomy. Too many people were injured, some were burned by gasoline, some were penetrated by bullets, and some were injured. Some were only scratched, while others sprained their feet.

When the students gathered again, only 38 of the 24 students were still standing here. Although not all of the injured were gunshot wounds, such a bleak atmosphere made everyone feel sad.

The students who passed the assessment were all in a miserable state, and some were injured but refused treatment.

After recording the students' scores, Sean gave an order and gave the students a 20-minute break.

This was the first time that the students had such a long rest time all day long. They cherished it very much and seized every second of rest time to try their best to recover their physical condition.

It was only 18: in the afternoon. They didn't know what horrific tortures were waiting for them in the night, but they knew in their hearts that it would not be easy.

After a whole day of getting along, the students have basically figured out Sean's urine properties. This is a guy who is covered in bad water. It is absolutely impossible to relax in his hands.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with the students' ideas. The evening training is also high-intensity. Some students are still being sent to the medical center one after another, but some are also returning to the team for training from the medical center.

It wasn't until twelve o'clock in the morning that Sean let the exhausted students go.

The students were so tired that they didn't even want to move a finger. As soon as they returned to the dormitory, they lay down and slept. There was no washing at all. After a whole day of physical and psychological torture, no one had the time to care about personal hygiene. question, and soon the dormitory began to sound like thunder.

Time passed minute by minute, and it soon came to four o'clock in the morning. It was still the familiar tear gas wake-up service, the same water gun washing, mud push-ups, and the same ten-kilometer warm-up exercise as yesterday. Today's training Still inheriting the abnormality from yesterday.

(End of this chapter)