Chapter 1: Battlefield Brawl

  Reminder to everyone... Reminder to everyone... Reminder to everyone... Reminder to everyone... Reminder to everyone... Reminder to everyone... Reminder to everyone... Reminder to everyone... Reminder to everyone...

  I was not in the right state of mind when I wrote the third volume, and this volume mainly focuses on the female lead. If everyone is eager to see the story of the male lead Lei Zhen, you can skip this volume and go straight to the fourth volume. Thank you for your support!

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  Four years later...

  No matter who sees this military camp for the first time, they all feel absolutely shocked!

  This military camp covers an area of tens of thousands of square meters, but there is no flat training ground, let alone the most advanced training equipment in the world. However, here are the German special forces instructors who were invited to come to China to help train the Chinese mechanized troops, with the most terrifying war wisdom and experience of coordinated combat!

  As the eye travels, this military camp built on the back of a great mountain, the walls of the barracks are all painted with green paint, and the training equipment is made up of the coarsest logs and sandbags. Even the military vehicles coming and going are equipped with camouflage nets, plus the large rocks and evergreen pines planted near the barracks, making the entire camp immersed in a sea of green, and subtly possessing a kind of ruggedness and vitality belonging to nature.

  It was in such a military camp, with the sound of guns popping up like popcorn, on artificial marshes, under artificially created waterfalls, in jungles where deadly traps could appear at any time and enemies might launch surprise attacks, even on cliffs that not even wild goats or monkeys dared to try, everywhere you could find figures sweating profusely, relying on their own willpower and perseverance to fight against nature.

  In a corner of this military camp, a hand-to-hand combat training session is underway.

  On this combat training ground, the dull thuds of fists and feet filled the air. Those undergoing anti-strike training were even more exhausted, their muscles bulging exaggeratedly all over their bodies. They hadn't finished preparing for the final test when the squad leader's wooden stick and sand-filled long cloth bag slammed heavily onto the soldiers' bodies. One squad leader even threw a two-kilogram lead ball at a soldier's abdomen! For a time, the entire combat training ground was filled with the sounds of "thuds" and the soldiers' painful groans.

  "Get up for me!"

  A class leader, holding a wooden stick as thick as an egg, pointed at the soldier who was beaten by him and couldn't get up for half a day, covering his abdomen, and shouted loudly: "If this were on a real battlefield, you'd be fucking dead!"

  "What you're going to learn in this class isn't some kind of fancy qigong or breaking bricks with your chest! On the battlefield, the enemy won't give you time to take a deep breath, hold it, and then puff out your chest like a bloated frog! Only those who have been on the battlefield, like you rookie birds, will understand that you don't have any extra time, nor do you have any extra energy, to perform such acrobatic stunts!"

  The class leader suddenly took a step forward and rushed to the front of the soldier, bringing with him a sharp combat knife. The bayonet was fiercely thrust towards his own head, and the soldier, whose body was bent into a large shrimp shape, had no strength to get up again in a short period of time. He subconsciously stretched out both hands to tightly cover his head and closed his eyes.

  "Hsss..." The sharp dagger scraped against the soldier's neck and stabbed fiercely into the soft earth beneath their feet, the icy metal quality that was unique to it making the soldiers lying on the ground have all their body hair stand up at the same time.

  "Good!" The squad leader's eyes were filled with disdain as he said, "Did you see that? This is the most direct protective action your body takes when facing danger in the first instance. Even your body knows better than your pig brain to protect its vital parts! However, relying solely on your bodily instincts to protect yourself is far from enough! When faced with an unavoidable attack, you must learn to use the toughest and most expendable parts of your body to take the hit, even if it means getting broken, severed, or shattered! That way, even if you're injured or crippled, you'll still have enough strength to get back up and rejoin the fight!"

  The squad leader stood up, kicked the soldier's butt with force, and coldly hummed: "The arm is the most flexible part of the human body. Apart from allowing you to solve some excessive energy problems by yourself in the dark corner of the barracks at night, it is also the most important organ for soldiers to use weapons on the battlefield. If you can't even protect your own hands, you're just a waste that consumes food and medicine, and needs other comrades to spend their energy protecting you. You might as well be killed by the enemy with one knife!"

  "By the way, I have a small question and would like to ask for your advice."

  The class leader rarely used polite language when talking to this new recruit, "Excuse me, how thick is your eyelid?"

  The soldier stretched out his hand and carefully drew a small thickness in front of the squad leader.

  "So I'll ask you again," the class monitor asked with a smile: "Can your eyelids block the enemy's bullets, can they block the sharp thrust of a bayonet?"

  The soldier shook his head vigorously.

  "Since you know your eyelids are too thin to block bullets or bayonets, why do you close your eyes like a bride on her wedding night when I stab you with one knife?"

  The squad leader's face slowly sank, he raised the military knife in his hand, and stabbed it towards the right eye of the new recruit in front of him with as slow a speed as possible. As the blade approached the new recruit's eyes, his eyelids began to flutter rapidly. The squad leader shouted loudly: "Open your eyes wide and look at me, don't blink if you don't want to get hurt!"

  The knife tip stopped at a position one millimeter away from the new recruit's pupil, and from the perspective of an onlooker, it seemed as if the squad leader's knife had already pierced into the new recruit's eye socket! Feeling the unique chill of the blade, all the hairs on his body stood up simultaneously, and his heartbeat accelerated to the point where it was about to jump out of his chest. However, at this moment, the new recruit could only stare wide-eyed with all his might. At this moment, he didn't dare blink, for if he did, his eyelid would be injured; if his body trembled even slightly, he would send his pupil onto the squad leader's stabbing knife!

  The monitor's right hand was like a steel iron casting, firmly fixing the military knife in his hand to a most dangerous position. He stared at the soldier in front of him, whose sweat had already penetrated his entire uniform, and said sternly: "Very good, you remember this for me. In the future, whether facing the enemy's attack or launching a close-range attack on the enemy, even if the enemy's blood splashes into your eyes, even if their bayonet has stabbed into your eye socket, you must keep your eyes wide open for me! At least I have never seen a guy who likes to close his eyes and become blind survive on the battlefield!"

  That soldier stood there, listening intently. He knew clearly that those who were qualified to be squad leaders were the ones who had received two years of abnormal training from German special forces instructors and had participated in various small-scale battles, mastering survival and combat skills.

  A new recruit wants to survive on the battlefield and become a veteran as soon as possible, the fastest and most effective way is to remember every word that veterans have said!

  This new recruit still clearly remembers that on the first day of entering this unit, their company commander appeared at the welcoming ceremony. All the new recruits were shocked to discover that their company commander was a woman, and what's more, a stunning beauty, with expressions of astonishment and admiration on their faces.

  Lian Chang didn't even notice the expressions of these new recruits, or rather she had already gotten used to being surrounded by men. In a military camp filled with red leaves, seeing her suddenly appear like a red flower was unexpected. She simply wrote down a string of numbers "9:3:1" on the blackboard in a serious manner, then lightly tapped the blackboard and gave the simplest speech at the welcoming ceremony: "Welcome everyone to join the Central Military Academy's Special Operations Battalion, I have very simple requirements for you all, I hope each one of you can become the last 'one' in the shortest time possible!"

  Later, when they became familiar with the class leader and chatted casually, these new recruits finally understood the true meaning of this string of numbers. On the battlefield, there is a death law that may not be precise but exists: nine new recruits die, three old soldiers will die, and three old soldiers will die, only one professional soldier who has received the strictest training, knows how to maximize protection on the battlefield, and raise the survival rate to the extreme limit will die!

  The Central Military Academy's Instructional Corps is affiliated with the Whampoa Military Academy, and it is a unit fully equipped with German-style equipment. Their real work is to experiment with various world-class advanced weapons and training methods as well as command modes, and after improvement, gradually promote them to the national army. Under the jurisdiction of the Central Military Academy's Instructional Corps, this special operations battalion, which excels in infiltration, sniping, sabotage, assassination, intelligence gathering, and other unconventional combat missions, has at least twelve training bases nationwide, making it a genuine special forces unit!

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