"Right now, I will count down to the last ten. When I finish the final countdown, it will be the beginning of your hellish life. "Satan gently raised a finger." Ten …. "
"Nine …."
"Eight …."
"Seven …."
Satan's voice was very calm and relaxed, but when it entered the ears of the recruits, it was like the enormous war drum of ancient times, shaking their hearts.
Ten seconds. Ten extremely short seconds.
In the eyes of the recruits, it was as long as a century.
When the final number popped out, two recruits of the loser group finally jumped out. Shockingly, one of them was the recruit who had been sent flying by a kick from the female soldier.
His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his hand was still covering the place where he had been kicked. It was clear that the kick hadn't simply sent him flying. It had truly injured his body.
With this sort of injured body, it would be very difficult for him to even complete the ordinary recruit training, let alone complete the unknown and terrifying training here.
Satan grinned and laughed loudly in satisfaction. "Excellent! Self-elimination. I love this kind of trash the most! For the sake of giving you guys a reward, I will call over the best helicopter to take them safely away from here. As for the other trash that hasn't left …. "
Satan's eyes pulsed with a malevolent and ominous light. "When you can't take it anymore and want to leave. I will gift him a piece of wood! That is the tool he will use to leave this place! Therefore, right now you still have one final chance. Grasp it well. "
Two more recruits of the loser group walked out with their heads hung down, dispirited. Using wood as a transportation tool was tantamount to feeding them to the sharks. Rather than possibly dying in such a way, it was better to leave this place in comfort.
Qin Fen gently shook his head. They didn't even possess the most basic of perseverance and courage. Such a person would never become a true expert even if he was given the best martial arts, equipment, and environment.
Qin Fen's minute movements weren't able to escape Satan's eyes. He suddenly raised the pitch-black teaching staff in his hand, and the staff raised a gust of wind as it pointed at Qin Fen. "Little slippery fellow. You seem to be dissatisfied with the performance of these smart people."
"Reporting to the drill instructor. I am just looking at them from the perspective of a martial artist!" Under the lock of the rod, Qin Fen immediately felt a deep threat. He straightened his body and answered with the most perfect military posture, "A person without enough courage cannot become a true expert!"
The eyes of the other recruits, who were hesitating, lit up at the same time. Their hesitation was instantly swept away by their resolute expressions.
Satan rolled his monstrous eyes. He didn't need to look at the expressions of the other recruits to know that there wouldn't be anyone else who would choose to withdraw the moment these words left Qin Fen's mouth. Those wavering thoughts had already been completely shattered by the words "become strong".
"Now! Tell me your names! "Satan pointed at Qin Fen." Little Slippery Bastard, let's start with you. "
Qin Fen was also afraid of being punished under the hands of this Satan. He took a standard military step and stood there like a pole as he replied loudly, "Reporting to the drill instructor. Recruit Qin Fen reporting for duty!"
A pondering smile hung at the corner of Satan's mouth. This recruit had guts, and while he was slippery, he was also sufficiently cautious.
"Next is the only female in our training squad." Satan pointed the drill instructor at the female soldier in perfect condition. "Girl, say your name."
Bam bam!
The female soldier took a step forward in a very rhythmic manner. The soles of her feet stomped heavily on the ground, splashing countless specks of mud. Her voice was ice-cold and without a trace of emotion. "Recruit, Lin Ling!"
"Recruit, Du Zhanpeng!"
"Recruit, Xing Wuyi …."
One by one, the recruits quickly introduced themselves.
After everyone finished introducing themselves, Satan used a pitch-black drill instructor's staff to point at the recruits one by one. He recited their names once more.
There were nearly a hundred people, and Satan had merely introduced them once. Satan actually didn't mispronounce anyone's name. This astonishing memory caused quite a few recruits to be stunned.
Under the attentive gazes of all sorts of people, Satan smiled very proudly. "Relax. I won't mispronounce your names. Otherwise, how will I know who to abuse in the future is the most interesting? "
The jungle shook once more at this time, and a dozen or so soldiers wearing camouflage clothing, their faces smeared with camouflage paint, quickly rushed out in the form of a combat squad.
"You tender melons." Satan's smile was filled with malicious intent. "Have you ever tried running at the limit of your strength?"
Practically all of the recruits nodded their heads. As the apex recruits of their respective barracks, they naturally received even more care from their drill instructors. Every day, they didn't run with all their strength to train their most basic physical strength.
"Is that so?" Satan's drill instructor's staff lightly tapped against his own palm. "What should we do? I don't really believe that you've ever run with all your strength. "
Crack crack crack ….
A dozen or so soldiers wearing camouflage clothing pulled open the P308 Carbine Rifles in their hands at the same time. The faces of the recruits immediately changed. This was a weapon with an extremely powerful compatibility! At the beginning, it had been designed and produced completely for the time before the Federation was established. However, it had completely taken into consideration the environment in which the US Army used their weapons at that time. The vast majority of weapons were used in dry and scorching deserts, as well as tropical rainforests where the humidity in the air was very high.
Satan bloomed with a very happy smile. "I want to remind you all of one thing. The guns in the hands of these people are absolutely not loaded with blanks that can't kill. The people running at the back, please be careful of your feet. It's very likely that bullets will greet you. Now, you all can start running. Whether you use internal energy or movement techniques, or use your own physical strength to run, however you want to run is fine. Come back at night and gather here. "
Ta ta ta ….
A P308 in the hands of a seasoned soldier fired rapidly into the sky. The tree branches that were struck by the bullets immediately snapped and fell to the ground one after another.
The recruits glanced at each other. They saw the same signal in each other's eyes. Split up and run!
Nearly a hundred recruits faced the knowledge and experience of a dozen seasoned soldiers! If they split up and ran, there would always be someone lucky enough to escape the pursuit!
Satan watched the recruits scatter and flee in all directions. His face revealed an even more proud smile. "You still have a bit of brains. Only, if this Satan couldn't even think of this little trick of yours, how could I be called Satan? You can't be so naïve as to think that there are only these few pursuers in the jungle, right? Don't tell me that I wouldn't have prepared a few traps ahead of time to entertain you all? "
The dozen or so seasoned soldiers with camouflage paint all began to laugh. They crouched down and looked at the messy footprints on the ground. They each chose their own target to pursue and attack, disappearing into the depths of the jungle.
Satan dragged out a wheeled table from the room. On top of the table were four flickering screens. The images of quite a few recruits' activities in the jungle appeared on his screens.
"Kids, the game has begun." Satan propped his two legs on the computer table. He casually opened a can of nutrition drink and drank it. He didn't even raise his head as he said, "Qin Fen, you little slippery bastard. You've hidden yourself quite well. Unfortunately, the companions by your side don't have enough hidden strength. You just ran out and then turned back. Do you think that I, your drill instructor, am easy to deal with? "
Qin Fen and Du Peng locked gazes within the jungle. They quietly retreated deeper into the rainforest. Since they had been discovered by this Satan, then the combat method of ambushing and seizing the base had already lost its value.
Qin Fen retreated, and Satan raised his hand to rub his big bald head. "A bit interesting. It really is a bit interesting! If it weren't for the other kid just now, he might have really succeeded in his surprise attack with the M134. "
* — — *
The gunshots of the P308, brimming with explosive power, rang from time to time on this remote tropical rainforest island. The recruits, who were full of confidence in the beginning, gradually discovered that not only did they have to face the unknown traps in front of them, but they also needed to think of a way to shake off the pursuers behind them that they couldn't shake off no matter what.
These recruits had some ability in quite a few domains, but there were very few people who knew how to hide their tracks in the tropical rainforest to deceive the pursuing seasoned soldiers.
Compared to the seasoned soldiers who were familiar with the tropical rainforest, the recruits weren't too different from the blind.
There were a few recruits who only cared about speeding up and running. They didn't notice the traps beneath their feet at all. By the time they reacted and stepped on the trap mechanism, they were either hung upside down from the tree by their thighs, or they were tightly wrapped up in a net.
The recruits thought that they could rest for a bit after being hit by the trap mechanism. The pursuing seasoned soldiers didn't let them have a good time. The steel gun butts and the thick leather boots allowed them to enjoy a burst of attacks that were denser than a torrential rain.
By the time the seasoned soldiers left, the recruits who had been hit by the trap mechanism already had bloody noses and swollen faces. They lay on the ground, gasping for breath. Even the slightest movement of their bodies would cause incomparable pain.
However, they had no choice but to continue standing up and running. This was because the departing seasoned soldiers all left behind a single sentence: I will be back in half an hour. If I see you here again, then I will make you one of the people who died.
After being beaten, the recruits cursed Satan in their hearts for not having a wife while enduring the pain in their bodies and once again ran in another direction.
Of course, not all of the seasoned soldiers were relaxed and happy during the chase.
"F * ck! I've been tricked again! "
An old soldier pushed aside a pile of bulging weeds and dodged a simple wooden arrow hidden within. He spat out a mouthful of spittle and cursed. His mood changed from a little bit of beating up a child on a rainy day and having nothing better to do, to a bit of anger from being tricked.
He couldn't understand. Was the person he was chasing really a recruit? During the chase, not only did he not see a single shadow of the recruit, but he was almost tricked by the simple traps left by the recruit time and time again.
He was very suspicious. Between himself and this recruit, who was the real prey and who was the real hunter?
From the traps that he casually made, he had a strange feeling that this recruit didn't really take his pursuers seriously. The traps that he made were completely casually made, and he didn't really make them seriously.
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