Chapter 50 Training in Progress (Part 1) Flying Kung Net

  Three days is neither long nor short, because since childhood practicing martial arts, plus some small achievements in internal skills, Lin Ao Feng's injuries on his body have basically recovered, and he returned to the training field once again.

  After finishing the morning training session, the trainees walked to the cafeteria as usual. As they entered the cafeteria, Lin Ao Feng wrinkled his nose and said, "Something doesn't feel right today."

  "What's wrong?!" John scratched his head and said: "You won't be resting for three days and become over-sensitive, will you?"

  Lin Ao Feng shook his head and said: "My intuition won't be wrong! How about we make a bet?!"

  "A bet?!" John hastily shook his head and said: "I think I'll pass. Don't you believe me yet?"

  Lin Ao Feng glanced at Johns and walked to the window where lunch was being served. When the iron basin with food came out of the window, everyone was stunned, a whole piece of raw beef appeared in front of them. Seeing the expressions of the trainees, the head of the cafeteria shrugged helplessly and said: "This is what your instructor ordered, if you have any questions, go ask him!"

  "It was I who ordered them to do so!" Rommel and Kamelos walked in from outside, the cadets automatically made way for Rommel and Kamelos. Rommel stepped forward to the front of all the cadets and said: "Now give you a choice, either eat everything on each tray; or eat bullets, choose for yourself!"

  Lin Aofeng stood to one side, smiled slightly, and picked up the raw beef in his iron plate, devouring it in big mouthfuls. When Lin Aofeng finished eating the beef in his iron plate and walked out of the dining hall, John's gritted his teeth and also picked up the raw beef in his own iron plate, wolfing it down. With someone taking the lead, there was a second person, and before long, all the students were holding their own iron plates and eating the raw beef.

  At first, it was a bit uncomfortable, and all the raw beef that was eaten was vomited out. Gradually, the trainees also got used to this taste, and the hard-boiled raw beef was all eaten up.

  Back in the barracks, Johns saw Lin Ao Feng lying on his bed with his feet up, humming a tune. He immediately felt somewhat displeased and walked over to Lin's bedside in three or two steps, grabbed the stool beside him and sat down, asking: "Did you know that old fox would torture us today?!"

  Lin Aofeng shook his head and said, "I knew it at the same time as you. To be honest, this kind of thing can be guessed." Seeing Johns frowning, Lin Aofeng continued, "According to our training assessment subjects, we have to conduct a wilderness survival training once a month. This wilderness survival is not a simple matter, it involves various factors. Rommel's move at noon today was also preparing for the upcoming wilderness survival training."

  "My God!" John slapped his forehead and said, "Wilderness survival training?! What the heck is that?! I've never heard of it before!"

  Lin Ao Feng tilted his head, sizing up Johns, and smiled slightly, hooking his hand around Johns' shoulder, saying: "We've known each other for so long, are you hiding something from me?!"

  John's eyebrows slightly raised, staring blankly at Lin Ao Feng, scratched his nose and laughed: "We're all buddies, what do I have to hide from you?!"

  "Really not?!" Lin Ao Feng asked again.

  "Really not!" Johnes hastily changed the subject and asked: "Lin, you haven't told me what wilderness survival training is yet!"

  "I don't know either!" Lin Ao Feng whispered in John's ear, "If you want to know, go ask Rommel, I think he'll definitely explain what wilderness survival training is."...

  In the afternoon, after finishing anti-freeze training and anti-strike training, Rommel led the students to a three-story building that looked like a warehouse from the outside. Rommel said: "Our Berlin Military Academy has only recruited students from our German troops in the past. You are the first batch of students who are not from the military. We cannot launch a war just for you few people. So, in order to let you get familiar with the feeling of the battlefield as soon as possible, I have specially set up this training ground behind me."

  As soon as Rommel's voice fell, Carmades brought four soldiers carrying a long table to the front of Rommel. Rommel lifted the cloth covering the long table, and eight 98K rifles entered everyone's eyes. Rommel casually picked up a rifle, pulled the bolt back, nodded in satisfaction, and said: "Your opponents are the four soldiers standing on my left side. Wait a moment, according to the numbering, eight people per group, each with one 98K, twenty special blank cartridges, enter the warehouse in groups." Rommel rolled up his sleeves, looked at his watch, and ordered: "Start now!"

  More than ten minutes had passed unknowingly. The two groups of students who had entered earlier walked out of the warehouse with a disheveled appearance. At this time, more than half of the third group of students had also "fallen". Tony looked at the warehouse with some tension and asked in a low voice: "Lin, how long do you think we will be driven out?"

  Lin Ao Feng smiled and said: "According to your current state, you can last at most two minutes inside before being declared defeated."

  "Lin, have you found a way to deal with them?!" Dominic suddenly asked from behind Lin Ao Feng.

  Lin Aofeng turned his head and glanced at Dominick, saying: "Judging from the situation of the two groups that went in before, they must have adopted a tactic of individual breakthrough. Wait a while after we go in, no matter what happens, don't separate. And walk back to back. To put it bluntly, this training ground is not only for us to experience the feeling of the battlefield, but also to cultivate our team cooperation."

  Lin Ao Feng's words had not finished, when Kamedes' voice rang out: "The third group is completely annihilated. Fourth group, 8866, 8867..., those who report to the above numbers please step forward."

  Upon hearing the call, Lin Ao-feng and his fellow dorm-mates walked to the long table, took over the guns and bullets handed out by Karmades, checked their weapons and headed towards the warehouse.

  As he walked into the warehouse, Lin Ao Feng carefully sized up the environment inside. Johns asked, "Lin, is something not right?!"

  Lin Ao Feng smiled slightly, and before he could speak, the sound of gunfire rang out. Then came the cries from the side that Lin Ao Feng was most worried about: "They're over there, chase!" The three students holding guns rushed to the right side.

  "Shouldn't we go and help them?!" asked Johns.

  Lin Ao Feng shook his head and said with a serious expression: "I reckon those three bastards have already been declared dead! Let's not bother about them. Everyone be careful."

  "Watano, you're back?! What about those three bastards?!" Upon hearing the inquiry, Watano smiled and replied in a soft voice, "Of course, Nattez and I took care of them." As he spoke, Watano glanced over at the five students not far away and asked, "Mawatesu, why haven't you made your move on them yet?!"

  Mawatts smiled wryly: "These five little guys are more cunning than foxes, Lanton and I have lured them twice, but they didn't take the bait."

  Watanabe hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's let them go to the second floor. There is a place on the second floor that is suitable for an ambush. We will thoroughly take care of these fledglings on the second floor."

  "Alright! Let's do it as you said!" Mawatts echoed, and after handing over the collection to the other two, the four of them rushed upstairs.

  At this time, outside the warehouse. Rommel, who was sitting in the sun with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and asked: "How long have they been inside?!"

  Kamides glanced at his watch and replied: "They've been in there for a minute already. So far, only three cadets have been declared killed."

  "It seems we underestimated those little guys." Rommel muttered, stood up and walked to the three cadets who were declared dead, asked: "How did you get shot?!"

  "Report, instructor!" Cadet No. 9142, plucking up the courage to answer: "8866, after we entered, let's not separate. But we didn't listen to him, and seeing a human figure, we chased after it, only to be ambushed."

  Lomiel and Carmades exchanged a glance, both revealing a look of surprise. Carmades said, "It seems we underestimated him."

  Romel hesitated for a moment, then called four more soldiers and ordered: "You four, go in from the back, coordinate with the first team, ambush them."

  "Yes!" The four soldiers responded in unison, picked up the ammunition placed on the side and ran towards the warehouse.

  "Eight against five, isn't that a bit unfair?!" Carmides' eyebrows furrowed. Rommel said calmly: "There's nothing unfair about it! They will all become high-ranking commanders of an army in the future, and they will encounter all sorts of trouble at any time and place. If they can't even handle this simple trouble now, then that means they don't have the potential to be a commander."

  When Longmire shares his views with Camille, a shootout erupts in the warehouse.

  "Bang"... "bang"... The second floor of the warehouse was now a hail of bullets, with four soldiers being pinned down in a corner by Lin Ao Feng and his five comrades. Unfortunately, Lady Luck did not smile on them, and as new recruits, they were too busy enjoying themselves to worry about conserving ammo. In the blink of an eye, all five trainees, except for Lin Ao Feng, had their guns turned into useless sticks.

  "Lin, how many bullets do you have left?!" John crouched and ran across the corridor to Lin Ao Feng's side. Lin Ao Feng leaned against the bunker, pulled the bolt back, looked at it, and replied: "There are twelve rounds left." Then asked: "How many rounds do you have left?"

  "Johns hung his head and replied: 'Tony and I are out of bullets.'"

  "What?!" Lin Ao Feng was shocked, took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, then pulled out four bullets and handed them over to Johns, saying: "I'll give each of you one more bullet. Without my order, none of you are allowed to fire, got it?"

  "Got it!" John nodded foolishly and took the bullet from Lin Ao's hand, not daring to delay for a moment, rolling and crawling back to the other side, distributing the bullets.