There is a kind of training. If it succeeds, only one person will survive. If it fails, the whole army will be wiped out.
Formal training will naturally not tolerate casualties, but this is also inevitable in cruel training, while non-formal training may be the survival of the fittest and the survival of the strong.
At the end of the year, our spy company was drawn to a completely unfamiliar place for anti-terrorism training. We met an officer who was still wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night and ordered us to line up and squat down, and then introduced the situation of the exercise.
This is a semi-open counter-terrorism exercise. One team A pretends to be "terrorists" and the other team B becomes a counter-terrorism team. The second round of duel.
"Terrorists" can use unconventional methods, including: extorting confessions, using hostages to lure the enemy out, disguising themselves as enemies, etc., but the anti-terrorist team can only use formal tactics to destroy the enemy.
After more than an hour of training rules, we all felt sore and numb in our legs, tired and hungry, and almost fainted.
The officer ordered us to sit on the ground, and then called a team of cooking soldiers to distribute steamed buns, pickles and cold water for us.
Faced with such an environment and such a diet, people with poor physical fitness must get sick, but we are all hungry and do not choose food.
The officer continued to us: "You are now the anti-terrorist team. When you have finished eating, you will immediately go to the car to pick up weapons and clothing. Of course, these weapons and ammunition are for simulation purposes, which can only stun people without injuring them. people!"
Some fighters have slowly stood up, while biting the buns, they started to move their legs and feet with pickles.
I was so hungry that I gobbled it up, and then slowly digested it in my stomach.
Ten minutes later, the officer walked forward. The miner's lamp on his head pointed us to the direction of departure, and we were busy following him.
On a hillside, a camouflage tarpaulin military truck was parked. A group of cooks opened the tailgate of the truck and then handed out special training costumes for us.
"These costumes are of different sizes. You can change them yourself, and the speed should be fast. After you wear your clothes, let me get the weapons and ammunition!"
I received a set of special training uniforms. I first untie the laces of the yellow rubber shoes, take off the olive green uniforms from the troops, and put on the camouflage special training uniforms. My body is medium, so the clothes are not too big or small, they are military boots. Some are big, and they dare to swap with the "old spy" fish next to them.
After putting on the helmet and cap, I tightened my belt and followed the officer with my gloves on.
He led the way and said to himself: "You are very fast, but if you want to survive here to the end, the skills trained on the troops alone are definitely not enough. Who can stay for the end?"
I hurriedly asked him: "Chief, are you talking to me?"
"No, I'm talking to you!" He arrived in front of a stuffy tin car, and the driver saluted him.
The officer straddled and stared at me, and said, "Xiao Lu, give out weapons and ammunition for Yuan Chenghua, a soldier!"
The driver Xiao Lu immediately took his orders, jumped out of the cab, rushed to the side of the tanker, opened the door, and received a Mosin dry rifle, a Browning pistol, a military stabbing, ten rifle bullets, and pistol bullets. Thirty rounds, and a set of mini first aid kits were delivered to me.
"These weapons and bullets are specially made for training, and they are all numbered. If you are killed by the opponent, someone will remove you from the battlefield in ten minutes. If you kill the enemy, you must take out his ID!" The officer took out a photo ID from his handbag and handed it to me.
I quickly finished arming myself, collected my credentials and saluted him.
"You go now to find a concealed hiding place, and pay attention to distinguish between enemy and friend. When there is only one person left, the exercise is over!" The officer ordered me.
I immediately ran towards the distant hillside, which was bare, and it was not easy to find a hidden hiding place. This is not the first time I have participated in this kind of training, and it is easy to cope with it.
Behind a rock, I stopped, pulled out the military spike, and then dug a hole in the ground, but I found that the military spike would discharge, and there was a special electric shock switch, which turned out to be an electric shock stick.
Before I dig a few times, the army thorn hit the rock, and it seemed impossible to dig a hole to hide.
I need to find a natural hiding place. I close my eyes, turn my body, and look around. My special skills are very dominant. I can see farther and clearly when I close my eyes, and I can see things that are invisible to the naked eye. .
These black shadows and white shadows are the remnants of the game and this, afraid of people, but when people are alone, they will wait for the opportunity to scare people and take away their homes.
Seeing that I was alone, a dark shadow approached me quietly.
These remnants are not threatening to me, and they are of no use, but now I don’t have any ghost charms, only the ghost pistol, but I need to be able to use it when my primordial spirit is out of my body.
So the immediate task is to find a safe place to hide and fall asleep quickly.
However, there is no safe place to hide in these remote mountains and barren mountains. This dark shadow floats towards me quickly. I can't resist or make an effective counterattack, so I can only escape.
While fleeing, I saw comrades-in-arms rushing towards me.
At the top of this hillside, I stopped and saw that the two military vehicles had started, slowly driving away from the place, and the exercise began.
The battle in the dark is more difficult and fierce. Fortunately, I have night vision skills, but I am entangled by a ghost.
Ghosts have only one method to deal with people, that is, intimidation, and there is no other way.
No matter what kind of ghost, ordinary or powerful, it can only rely on the terrifying sight to scare people. This remnant soul floated behind me and quickly transformed into its main body. Its main body was burned to death, so it can be treated with its original face. People are fainted.
It's a pity that its tricks didn't work for me.
What horrible sight have I not seen? So when it poked its twisted head towards me, I unceremoniously made a "grimacing", but it was startled.
Taking advantage of the second it was frightened, my body quickly retreated, then deliberately fell, and rolled down the hillside.
With the help of snow, this way down the mountain is faster, which is a bit risky.
The slope was not steep, so I quickly stopped rolling and got rid of the ghosts behind me. I didn't want to get up when I lay on the ground. I hoped that the snow would cover my body, but it didn't snow tonight and my hope was lost.
In addition to enemies, this mountainous area also has wild beasts.
The "enemy" may leave his life as a hostage, but the beast will only use your meat to fill its stomach.
A pair of small green eyes appeared in front of him. This was a mountain wolf.
I slowly crawled towards it. We must use each other now. In order to survive, the mountain wolf is also a smart and cruel beast. It is more cunning than the prairie wolf. Waiting for an opportunity to attack.
This is an adult mountain wolf. Fortunately, it is acting alone, and I am also alone in its eyes.
The two of us are close to each other. If I don't use a gun, I may not be its opponent.
This mountain wolf was getting closer and closer to me, only one meter away. I had already smelled the fishy smell from its body, it stopped moving, a pair of small eyes stared at me, and then opened its mouth. Showing sharp fangs like daggers.
I closed my eyes, squeezed the stab, pressed my index finger on the electric shock switch, and prepared to attack.
It must be killed with a single blow, and this mountain wolf must not be allowed to scream, otherwise I will expose my position.
The opponent tentatively scratched my helmet with a sharp black claw. I didn't respond, and it was not time to strike. (End of this chapter)