Chapter 57 Death Indicator
"If you want to survive in future wars, you should withdraw if you don't have enough brains..."
Looking at the remaining 42 candidates in front of him, Gao Dazhuang continued to tease them with his own language.
"Weaklings are not welcome here, because no commander wants the bodies of his soldiers to be sent back. Only the strongest among the strong can become special forces soldiers..."
"The concept of a strong person is not only about physical strength, but also about your IQ. Now you know what kind of person we want..."
"He is not a super soldier, nor Rambo, but a perfect combination of intelligence and physical fitness, cleverness and wisdom, loyalty and cunning, coupled with strict training and sophisticated equipment. We call him a special soldier."
Gao Dazhuang said the last three words very solemnly, which also shows the cruelty of the selection. There is no fluke or luck here, and all the success comes from the solid special training.
night.
"Bang bang bang~~~"
“Boom boom boom~~~”
The bullet shot from the side went straight through the mannequin on the other side.
"Oh my god, it's live ammunition, be careful~"
When Zhuang Yan, who was crawling in the low-pile net, saw this scene, he felt a chill in his body and immediately reminded the selection personnel behind him loudly.
"Don't stop, lie down and crawl forward!" Chen Guotao behind also reminded.
"Be careful and don't stop!"
Someone reminds everyone from time to time.
A figure in front climbed out of the low-pile net and was about to stand up and rush forward, but Jiang Shui grabbed his calf and pulled him back. The man fell directly to the ground, with his face making close contact with the soil.
"There are live bullets on it, do you want to die~"
Jiang Shui shouted anxiously.
But if you grab one, there are still others.
He stood up, bent over and rushed forward.
"Get down quickly, get down quickly!"
Gao Dazhuang, who was standing on the periphery, saw several figures standing up and quickly gave them a loud reminder.
But it's too late.
With a "bang".
A bullet passed through the chest of a selectman.
"Stop shooting, stop shooting~"
Gao Dazhuang immediately gave the order.
The Langya shooters immediately stopped their actions.
"Health worker, hurry up, go down and save people, hurry up~"
Gao Dazhuang anxiously scolded the medical staff who were on standby.
Several figures with red crosses and white stripes on their arms rushed forward carrying a stretcher.
The selection personnel at the low-pile network all stared at the selection personnel who was shot. Except for Jiang Shui, they really didn't expect that someone would actually be shot.
Jiang Shui pursed his lips. Lang Ya was still lucky. When it came to Lao A and his batch, there were deaths during the Hell Week. By the time he was eliminated, a total of 3 people had died.
The elites among the more than 200 elites selected from the three major services of the People's Liberation Army, the Navy, the Army and the Air Force, are all veritable military kings. Any one of them can beat the selection personnel here at Langya.
But even such a group of military king-level figures still could not avoid death, which shows the cruelty of the selection.
It was during the special training where he was constantly brushing shoulders with death that Jiang Shui's potential was constantly stimulated and tapped, and he ranked among the top among the selected personnel and secured a place.
Jiang Shui stood out among a group of military kings. When his information was seen by the senior leaders of the Southeast Military Region, they attached great importance to him.
This is also the reason why the Southeast Military Region wants to form a campaign-level special forces and take a fancy to Jiangshui.
(A reader commented and asked me, do you know what a campaign-level special forces unit is?)
(I laughed. I know it’s just a firecracker. It just uses the levels of special forces to distinguish the strength of each special forces, and then writes it as reasonably as possible. It’s a novel, don’t take it seriously, and don’t write it too realistically.)
The medical staff quickly checked the wounded man and shouted back, "He's still alive!"
Gao Dazhuang immediately ordered: "Send him to the hospital for emergency treatment!"
"yes!"
The medical staff put the injured person on a stretcher, and then carried the stretcher and rushed towards the medical vehicle next to them.
“Huh~~~”
Gao Dazhuang calmed down, looked at the dazed selectors, and said seriously: "Brothers, war is a process of survival from death..."
"Did you all see that? This is not a joke. This can really kill people. Look at how ugly you all are. Do you still want to become special forces soldiers?"
Gao Dazhuang's powerful words echoed in the special training ground and reached the ears of everyone present.
"I tell you, this is just the beginning. Special forces have a death index every year. It's not a death index in combat, but a death index in daily training..."
"If you want to survive in the war, if you want to become a special forces soldier, you must always be prepared!"
Every word of Gao Dazhuang was heard by the selection personnel. Looking at Gao Dazhuang, they seemed to feel the atmosphere of surviving a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"Gray Wolf!" Gao Dazhuang shouted after he finished speaking.
"Here!" Mada responded immediately.
Gao Dazhuang instructed: "Tell them about the sacrifices of the brigade!"
"yes!"
Ma Da took a step forward and said with a hint of solemnity: "Since the formation of our brigade, a total of 22 people have died, seven of whom died in action and 15 died in training..."
"In addition, there was a military dog that died during the bomb search operation..."
"Report completed!"
There was disbelief in the eyes of the selection personnel. They really couldn't imagine that the number of deaths in training would be so much greater than the number of deaths in operations.
Gao Dazhuang spoke again: "Did you all hear clearly? Now answer me, who wants to quit?"
"Report!" There was still some fear in Zhuang Yan's voice.
"Speak!" Gao Dazhuang agreed.
Zhuang Yan stared and asked, "I want to ask, how far was the bullet from my head just now?"
"Horizontal height: 60 centimeters from the ground!" Gao Dazhuang gave the answer: "Why are you asking this?"
"I want to use this to judge, what is the safe distance when the bullet passes over my head!" Zhuang Yan answered Gao Dazhuang's question loudly.
Gao Dazhuang was a little angry. He really couldn't imagine that Zhuang Yan was actually thinking about this question, as if he was saying that Gao Dazhuang did it on purpose. His tone immediately turned cold: "I don't want to see them still have the energy to ask me questions!"
"Keep moving forward~" the motor roared to everyone.
Unwilling to be eliminated, the selection personnel had no choice but to continue training.
"Shoot, machine gunner!" Gao Dazhuang gave the order when he saw everyone taking action.
"Captain Gao, should we use blank bullets or live bullets?" the machine gunner asked loudly.
"Live ammunition!" Gao Dazhuang replied firmly.
"Yes!" the machine gunner received the order.
"I would rather they get hurt here today than die on the battlefield tomorrow!" Gao Dazhuang continued to express his thoughts, and then ordered: "Fight~"
"Bang bang bang~~~"
On the training ground, gunshots rang out again.
