Chapter Twenty-Four Training (2)

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  Before they could even catch their breath, the instructor's voice had already come: "You haven't completed your task, no breakfast for you! Each of you will be punished with 500 push-ups, and you're not done until you finish! Start now!"

  500?! I finally couldn't bear it anymore, the fire that had been suppressed in my belly suddenly burst out: "You son of a bitch! You're not human! Can't you see he's already exhausted like this? Your conscience has been eaten by dogs!"

  "Insulting the instructor! Another 500 push-ups!" The instructor, with a furious face, pointed to the gate: "This is the army, can't take it then get out of here! Stop pretending to be a man in front of me!"

  "Alright!" I put Kim Ji-hoon down on the ground: "His 500, I'll do for him! 1500 push-ups, I'll do myself!"

  "No way! There's no substitute for this! Can you go die in his place on the battlefield? His, only he himself can complete it. If not, then don't stay here. You want to do it so badly? Fine! I'll have you do 500 more!"

  "You..."

  Kim Ji-joon grabbed me, who was about to explode, and shook his head lightly. He adjusted his equipment and started doing push-ups on the ground. As I watched Kim Ji-joon struggling to get up, Black Bear's words echoed in my ears: "Give yourself some air!"

  I shot a glance at the instructor who was sneering coldly beside me, and quickly dropped to the ground. Alright! I'll let you see what it means to be a man!

  1、2、3、4……

  When I did over 100, my body felt like it had no strength at all, my hands were numb, and the more than 60 pounds of equipment on me felt like a huge mountain weighing down on me. The ground was already soaked with my sweat in a large area.

  I don't know how many I've done, 200? Or 400? Or 600 or even more? My body's up and down movement is just a mechanical action, my mouth gets drier and drier, my mind is completely blank. Finally, I heavily fell to the ground, fainted, in the last moment of losing consciousness, I lightly sighed: after all, still didn't make it...

  I woke up again. I found myself lying on a hospital bed, with an IV drip hanging from my hand, and my limbs numb and painful. I moved slightly, and immediately felt a sharp pain, and couldn't help but groan. A military doctor hurried over and gave me a thorough examination.

  "Soldier, how do you feel?"

  "Water..."

  The military doctor nodded, put down the things in his hand, poured a cup and brought it over, helped me up, and sent it to my mouth. I drank the water in the cup in one breath, feeling slightly better.

  "What time is it?"

  The military doctor muttered a lot, I perked up my ears and listened, roughly meaning that I had been asleep for more than two hours, now it's past one o'clock, can take a rest.

  I struggled to sit up despite the military doctor's obstruction, pulled out the needle, and put on all my equipment. I connected the earpiece.

  "Sir, I'm done, request to return to the team!"

  "Fire at will!"

  "Yes, sir!" I turned off the earpiece, my eyes fell on the plastic bag of glucose hanging on the rack, I pulled it down with one foot, bit open the plastic bag with my teeth, and gulped it all into my stomach, wiped my mouth, and walked out of the hospital under the stunned gaze of the military doctor, step by step towards the shooting range.

  As I walked into the shooting range, the deafening sound of gunfire filled my ears. Many soldiers were practicing their marksmanship. With a body full of pain and carrying a heavy backpack that felt like a mountain on my back, I turned around to find the instructor who was guiding Kim Ji-hoon. I saluted and reported, "Sir!" The instructor didn't even turn his head and ordered, "Go practice your shooting!"

  "Yes, sir!" I removed the M16 from my shoulder and walked to an empty shooting range, picked up a magazine from the table and inserted it into the rifle, pulled back the bolt, raised it with a sore arm to aim at the paper target in front of me. Just as I was about to pull the trigger, the instructor shook his head and came over to correct my posture: "There are generally three shooting postures for rifles - prone, kneeling, and standing. When shooting, you need to pay attention..."

  After a brief patience teaching, the instructor let me shoot machine guns to get a feel for it, and then went to the armory in the afternoon to learn about various firearms knowledge. Generally, people who shoot guns for the first time are very excited, and I am no exception. At the beginning of several shots, due to excessive excitement and physical pain, my hands shook back and forth, unable to aim accurately, and all the bullets were fired randomly. Until slowly holding down the excitement in my heart and enduring the physical pain, the bullets began to fall on the paper target from time to time.

  After eating the first meal of the day at noon, the excitement of the first shooting couldn't suppress the fatigue of our bodies. We two dragged our tired bodies back to the dormitory. After washing up hastily, we sat on the bed and massaged the acupoints on our limbs. Before long, the fatigue and pain in our limbs had decreased a lot, but there was still a feeling of swelling and pain from overwork. If I hadn't practiced martial arts, with such high-intensity training, I'm afraid I would have been exhausted to death! After exercising my limbs, I massaged Jee-joon again. To be honest, it's not easy for him to hold on with his ordinary physical strength. The inhuman training didn't overwhelm him; this kid won't be simple in the future!

  After resting for an hour, I thought about going to the armory to learn about firearms and was excited and relieved that I didn't have to go through that inhumane physical training again. When Kim Jiwon and I arrived at the shooting range, the instructor was already standing there waiting for us. We quickly ran over, stood at attention, and saluted. The instructor nodded and said to Kim Jiwon in English, "Number 16, from today on, formal training will begin! Subject: sniper training! Although you've been doing physical training and basic shooting training for the past three months, your physical strength is still very poor. Starting tomorrow, morning practice will be doubled, and all other training will be cancelled to focus solely on sniper training! Do you understand?"

  "Yes, sir!"

  "17!" I was standing on the side, still confused, when the instructor turned around and shouted at me, giving me a big fright: "Your physical ability is not bad, but I'm still not satisfied. I've already reviewed your information in detail, and starting tomorrow, you'll begin formal training to develop comprehensively. Every day, you'll conduct necessary physical training with 16, and as for the subject matter, I'll arrange a time to teach you. You're both being trained for the same small group, although your subjects are different, but I must train you together to hone your tacit understanding of each other. And one more thing, you must learn English immediately - do I need to say everything twice in two languages? Got it?"

  "Yes, sir!"

  "Very good." The instructor nodded, just about to continue saying something, when he suddenly saw the big-bearded major general from yesterday leading a team of soldiers, swaggering towards us, and immediately saluted and asked how we were doing.

  The big-bearded lieutenant walked up in front of us and asked the instructor, "What are they all training for?"

  "In the report, Mr. was in good condition on the 16th for sniper training and on the 17th for physical fitness and other conditions, with comprehensive development."

  "Hmm?" The mustachioed colonel looked at me and Kim Jee-joon with great interest: "I'd like to see what abilities these two, who have never been soldiers before, possess that would earn them the favor of the Wolf Mercenary Group, known as the strongest in the mercenary world. Major, can you let them try out against my soldiers?"

  "Of course, help yourself."

  "Alright then... let's test your marksmanship with No. 16 first! No. 16, have you undergone shooting training?"

  "Reporting officer, simple marksmanship training has been conducted."

  "Alright." The big bearded man nodded in satisfaction: "Bob, Ryan, Hans, you guys go try against No. 16."

  They said I still don't understand a word, looking at their posture also knows it should be some kind of test or assessment! The four stood in a row, the instructor chattered on for a while, walked to the shooting range machine, and shouted "Ready". The four took down the M16 rifles from their bodies and pulled up the gun bolts. The big-bearded general seemed very confident in his soldiers, smiling all the time as he stood there.

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