Volume 1 Mercenary Group of Wolves Chapter 22 Kim Ji-joon

  I followed the soldier through various training equipment, walking further in. This was a large training ground-like playground where many people were undergoing various types of training. Each instructor led several soldiers, and whenever they saw something unsatisfactory, they would whip out their belts and give them a good thrashing. The entire playground echoed with cries of pain from time to time. I felt my eyes widening in shock, as if I had been whipped by the belt myself, feeling extremely uncomfortable all over.

  Damn it, is there such training?!

  Not far away is a building covered with camouflage nets, and in a building that looks like a stadium, the sound of gunfire is coming from inside, which makes my heart skip a beat. That should be the shooting range!

  The soldier took me to a grassy area, where a medium-sized soldier covered in mud was doing push-ups on the ground, with an instructor standing next to him yelling non-stop. What surprised and even delighted me was that this soldier being trained was also an Asian! Marine uniform, equipment, headset, mud, sweat... it seemed that this was my team!

  The soldier who brought me here saluted loudly in English and reported something to the instructor. The instructor turned his head, looked at me for a moment, and I finally had the opportunity to carefully examine the instructor. Blonde hair, blue eyes, around thirty years old, the expression on his face can only be described with four words: cold as ice. My heart couldn't help but skip a beat, it's going to be tough!

  The instructor gave an order to the soldiers and then turned around, shouting loudly at me in Chinese: "Follow him! Spend the whole afternoon getting your gear in order and tidying up!"

  I sprang to attention with a loud "Crack", and with saliva bubbles on my face, I shouted: "Yes, sir!"

  After bowing, he followed the soldier towards the building, with the instructor's angry English voice echoing behind him: "Faster, faster... you lazy pig, don't want to eat anymore!"

  Immediately followed by a dull thud of physical contact and several cries of agony. I was so frightened that my tongue was tied, and the soldiers quickened their pace, not to mention how depressed they were in their hearts.

  The equipment was soon handed over, and the soldier helped me move it to the dormitory before leaving. The dormitory is a two-person room, where someone has already lived, should be an Asian person who is in training. I don't know which country he is from, if he is also Chinese, then I can be considered as meeting an old friend, and the days without English will not be lonely.

  I spread the bed sheet on the bed and checked all the equipment and items I had brought. Three sets of military uniforms, daily necessities, US standard equipment, a gun without bullets, an M16 rifle and an M9 pistol.

  Finally got my own gun! My hands stroking the barrel are trembling a bit, damn it, feels really cool!

  Everything was packed up, and after checking the clock on the wall, it was already past two in the afternoon, but I hadn't eaten lunch yet. Rubbing my slightly hungry stomach, I decided not to be too hard on myself and went out to find something to eat. However, the result was disappointing. I couldn't find a cafeteria, only soldiers training everywhere. Standing on the training ground watching other soldiers train, their harsh requirements and intense training made me feel a bit dizzy. As I continued to watch, I felt like I was going to see my own miserable future, so I turned around and went back to the dormitory.

  I don't know if the black bear and vegetable knife have left or not.

  I don't know how long it took, but the dormitory door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang. I, who had just fallen asleep, sprang up in an instant and saw the instructor walking in with his hands behind his back, followed by that Asian man with a clear face, carrying two large boxes in his hand.

  I stood at attention and shouted loudly: "Sir!"

  This is what I learned from watching TV...

  The instructor waved his hand, and the Asian man behind him stepped forward to place the box in his hands on my bed and stood beside me. The instructor paced back and forth in front of us, finally standing opposite me and shouting loudly in Chinese: "You will receive my training for the next six months, and your only response is 'Yes, sir!' From now on, you have no name, your code number is 17! Remember, if you fail to complete the training task, you will be punished until you graduate or roll up your bedding and leave! I swear to make you know what a devil is!"

  "Yes, sir!" I thought I was clever, but one look at the guy and I knew he wasn't someone to mess with. It's his turf, whatever he says goes!

  "Open the box!"

  "Yes, sir!"

  I turned around and opened the boxes on the bed. One of them contained some instruments, while the other was filled with books.

  The instructor walked over to the bed and dumped everything out of it onto the floor with a clatter, then slammed the empty box down on the ground in the corner.

  "You are mercenaries, and your life training is different from other soldiers! This is your special equipment! Satellite phone, through your hidden company can contact with the world, used to hide identity! Communication earpiece, must be worn 24 hours during training! Laptop, simulated training using military network! English, African language system, required to learn all within six months, simple use! Every month there are tests, failure to complete tasks will be punished! Understand?"

  "Understood, sir!"

  "Very good!" The instructor nodded in satisfaction, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the bed: "You must learn the contents of this paper by tomorrow morning, understood?"

  "Understood, sir!"

  "Tomorrow morning at 5 o'clock, assemble with full gear for a 10km cross-country training. The route is to run around the base in one hour. If you can't finish it, you'll be punished! Within 20 minutes, take a shower and have breakfast. Rest for an hour at noon. Endurance training ends at 5 o'clock in the evening, then proceed with language training. Got it?"

  "Understood, sir!"

  The instructor finished handing over all the things and turned to leave, looking at the door being heavily closed again. I let out a heavy sigh and twisted my waist. A muffled sound came from beside me, and I turned my head to find that the Asian man had already fallen onto his own bed, letting out long moans from his mouth. Good heavens, how could he be so exhausted!

  It wasn't until later that I found out that this guy, who was half-dead on the bed, wasn't a soldier before joining the mercenary group, but a university student who had just graduated. He was discovered by a member of the Wolf Mercenary Group, who was looking for talent worldwide, when he accidentally showed off his incredible shooting skills at an amusement park. With some sweet talk and deception, they lured him in, taking advantage of his childhood love for military affairs. On the first day, this guy regretted it, crying bitterly and painfully, with a poor physical condition that couldn't even complete one-fifth of the instructor's required physical training, almost getting himself killed from exhaustion. After crying and throwing tantrums had no effect and being beaten up several times, he resigned himself to his fate, undergoing rigorous training every day like a zombie. Although still exhausted to death, regretful, and injured all over, he slowly adapted. The most obvious change was that his physical strength was now completely different from when he first arrived.

  From now on, we're comrades. I decided to get closer to him, since we're in an unfamiliar place and it's good to have someone to rely on. I walked over lightly and patted his shoulder, using my half-baked English to ask: "You... tired?"

  "Uh..."

  "Uh... I'm Xu Hui, Chinese, and you?"

  The other party slowly got up, took off the earpiece and sat on the bed, stretched out his hand to shake hands with me, and said a string of English words, but I didn't understand anything. I had no choice but to awkwardly say: "I, English, not good!"

  He nodded and said with a lot of experience, "I'm Korean, number 16, Kim Ji-hoon, here for three months to train as a sniper."

  "Oh..." I finally understand. It seems he was similar to me in the past: "Nice to meet you, you're tired, I'll give you... a pat on the back, it's useful!"