Chapter Nineteen

  Estonia's forest coverage reaches 47% and is one of the most primitive forests in the world. The original degree of the forest reaches 97%, so all kinds of insects, snakes, ants and beasts are present. This is also the biggest test for special forces.

  As soon as they got off the plane, they were taken to a special forces training base called "Aya Base". There are more than 200 special forces from over 20 countries around the world. Here, all members do not have names, only numbers. Yuan Shuai's number is No. 4, Li Nan is No. 8, Yang Zhongliang is No. 12, Wang Yuanshan is No. 17, Zhang Qikai is No. 18, and Jin Feng is No. 21. After receiving the number, they were ordered to gather in front of a large building called "Door".

  The building is 6 stories high and about 50 meters wide. The entire house is painted with "迷" camouflage, making it clear that this is a military unit at first glance. In front of the building, there is a "command platform" of about 40 square meters. On all four sides of the platform stand guards armed to the teeth, and on top stands a robust officer resembling an elephant, holding a whip in his hand and scanning the various colored special forces below with a fierce expression.

  "Welcome to Area 11, I will be your instructor for the upcoming training. You will spend a pleasant 'hell' of a month here, now let me get to know you, starting from my left."

  "I'm Bravo One, from the US Navy SEALs," the SEAL team member said proudly.

  "I am of the British Royal Lightning Squad, I am Number 2"

  "When it was Yuan Shuai's turn, he said confidently: 'I am a member of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, the Lightning Sword Brigade'."

  This is the first time that Chinese special forces have participated in a global special forces competition. Many countries' special forces still look down on the Chinese.

  There are even many people who think, how can Chinese people also have the qualifications to participate in this kind of world 'sexual' competition? Isn't this tarnishing the sacred profession of special forces?

  This is the status of Chinese people in the eyes of foreigners, or rather, this is the image of Chinese people in Western countries, a country that has been enslaved by them for over a hundred years, they will not take it seriously. The four words "Sick Man of East Asia" have been deeply ingrained in their hearts and have also made several generations of Chinese people unable to hold their heads up.

  One's self-respect is something one earns for oneself, not something others grant. The same goes for a country and its people. If you want others to speak to you in a friendly manner, you must hold the "knife" in your hand. For it is the "knife" that serves as the chip for speaking amicably.

  After more than 20 countries and nearly 300 people have all reported, the first round of competition began.

  The instructor stood on the command platform and loudly announced, "Now you open the map that was just issued to you, take a good look, you have 4 hours to reach your destination. There are your clothes and weapons, if you are among the last 50, congratulations, you can go home. Now - start."

  Everyone was running and opening the map, with dust flying all over the beach. According to the instructions above, the first step was to board a helicopter 5,000 meters southeast. Everyone was running in the direction indicated on the map at their fastest speed. Li Nan was one of the fastest runners because he had received qinggong training since childhood. Yuan Shuai ran in the middle position because China was participating in this training for the first time. Yuan Shuai was particularly cautious, thinking that it was better to be careful in an unfamiliar environment, but he also didn't dare to confirm, so he didn't stop Li Nan's behavior. In fact, Yuan Shuai's caution proved correct, as Li Nan suddenly stepped on a patch of quicksand and felt his feet slipping out from under him, losing his balance and falling backward. However, Li Nan was no longer the same person he used to be; although he was charging forward at high speed, he had always been careful with his footing, so when his feet slipped, he arched his back and "flew" over the trap with a stiff "pulling out of the mud". Looking back, the sand around him was swirling downward like a whirlpool.

  What a close call! Yuan Shuai and the others all sweated for him, fortunately Li Nan's foundation in martial arts was good.

  "Everyone be careful of the trap." Yuan Shuai reminded Wang Yuanshan as he ran. At this time, several special soldiers from other countries had already fallen into the trap.

  The helicopter has started its engine, and the strong wind blows the sand on the ground into the air, flying everywhere. From a distance, it looks like a sandstorm. Everyone is running frantically towards the direction of the helicopter.

  But the closer they got to their goal, the more traps there were, and one by one, people fell into them. Yuan Shuai looked back worriedly at Wang Yuan and the others, occasionally reminding them. But he himself was accidentally tripped up by something, his body falling forward, and when he turned around, he saw a rope - it was a tripwire set up by their opponents to hinder their speed. However, what Yuan Shuai didn't expect was that as soon as he landed on the ground, he found that beneath him was soft and fluffy.

  "It's not good, it's a trap. Yuan Shuai immediately felt the presence of danger, but it was too late, his body was slowly sinking down because he had been tripped up by a rope in front of him, and his body was falling face down, so he couldn't use his strength anywhere. Just as he was about to fall to the bottom of the pit (if he fell to the bottom, he would trigger the mechanism at the bottom and "die"), Yuan Shuai's hands grasped at the floating soil above. This move wouldn't allow him to climb back up, but it straightened his body. He then quickly spread his legs apart, with both feet forming a "一" shape, each foot pushing against the walls of the pit on either side. Wang Yuanjian and Zhang Qipeng, who were behind him, saw this and grabbed onto Yuan Shuai's left and right hands respectively, almost without changing speed, and continued to run forward. Yuan Shuai, holding their hands, first loosened his right foot, then his left foot, and with a burst of strength, he kicked off the wall of the pit and flew out. They nodded at each other, exchanged a confident glance, and continued to sprint towards the helicopter."

  Li Nan was already waiting for them beside the helicopter, and a distant instructor yelled loudly: "You bunch of stupid pigs, roll forward or roll back home." Of course, this wasn't meant to scold them, as they had already arrived at the helicopter and quickly jumped in.

  Six pairs of hands clasped tightly together on the helicopter. This was the first step towards victory, without a hitch.

  "Hey, are you guys from Japan or Korea?" A big black guy looked at them with disdain as they were encouraging each other.

  "We are Chinese." Yang Zhongliang looked at him with a serious face, his expression telling him that the Chinese were not to be underestimated.

  "Oh, Chinese people, I know Chinese football, is the Chinese team also like Chinese football?" He said, intentionally showing off his biceps.

  "You will know the answer soon." Yuan Shuai's eyes showed a hint of chilliness, cold as frost.

  "Oh, next project is combat, I think you'll be able to go back and reunite with your families soon." said a blonde-haired white man sitting beside "Hei Ren".

  "Hmph, if you were in a group with me, you'd regret what you said today." Li Nan clenched his fist.

  "Is it?" He looked at Li Nan's fist and turned his head to look at his own fist.

  "I guarantee."