Chapter 3 What is a Soldier?

  "Hurry up! The people behind you, hurry and catch up!"

  "Everyone in front of me is telling me to hurry up!"

  The contemptuous voice of the gray wolf spread, provoking many team members to burst into flames, and they rushed forward with all their might.

  In front of the training team, a new sharp warrior couldn't help but scold in secret: "A group of bastards, they ride in cars and watch us run on foot, it's already overbearing, how can they become special warfare soldiers with such insult to our dignity?"

  "Hey, brother, let's not say too much. They are veterans, real special forces elites, who have been through blood and fire to get here. Now if we want to be like them, we need to endure these hardships first." An older comrade whispered beside him.

  "It's nothing, it's just going to the battlefield, what's so rare about that! We are a man of principle, and if we have the chance, we can also go to the battlefield and kill him repeatedly." The other person suddenly sneered, looking disdainful.

  "Haha, good job, brother! Having confidence is a good thing, go for it!" Another person patted him on the shoulder and immediately accelerated his footsteps, rushing forward.

  He watched as another man quickly left, the complaining warrior nodded his mouth and ran quickly while looking around, but found that a warrior on his left had been expressionless from start to finish, not saying a word, and even in the rapid run he didn't see him having intense panting.

  "Hey, bro, with such a mountainous terrain, don't you feel tired?" The man couldn't help but ask curiously.

  The soldier with a stiff face turned his head and looked at him, saying in a rigid tone: "Don't you know that speaking less can conserve energy during intense exercise?"

  After saying that faintly, the person didn't bother with him anymore, and his feet suddenly accelerated, chasing after something in the distance.

  "Oh my god, who is this guy? How can he be so arrogant?"

  At that moment, he couldn't help but furrow his brow, staring fiercely at the back of the person who had left, unknowingly gritting his teeth.

  "Hurry up! All of you at the back follow me!"

  "Haven't you eaten yet? Hurry up and give it to me quickly! Quick...!"

  The howling of the gray wolf was endless, desperately urging everyone on.

  As the speed increased, as time flew by, and as the off-road route grew longer and longer, more and more team members were left behind. Gradually, what was initially a long dragon-like line of people slowly broke into several segments, turning into slow-moving crawling creatures...

  The sky gradually darkened, the sun crawled down to the edge of the sky and hid behind the back of the mountain peaks.

  Finally, after fifteen kilometers of mountain cross-country, batches of team members returned one after another, dragging their tired bodies. As they stepped into the training ground, many were unable to support themselves any longer, lying on the ground with mouths agape, panting heavily.

  Look at their wretched appearance, it's enough to see how dire the situation is.

  By the time night fell, less than half of the team members had returned to the training ground. Of the 108 people who gathered at first, only about 60 were left now.

  Under the military flag of the training ground, Sima Lei and a group of old members of the Special Warfare Wolf Tooth Dagger Assault Team stood in a row, their faces serious and stern, looking at the soldiers who had fallen to the ground during the intensive training.

  After a while, Sima Lei raised his head to glance at the moonlit sky, then turned to one of the Wolf Fang squad members beside him and said: "Inform Commander Cang Lang, send the remaining people to escort them away."

  "Understood!" The Wolf Fang team members hastily retreated and contacted Lao Lang's walkie-talkie, quickly issuing orders.

  In the training ground, a silence prevails, dozens of exhausted warriors who have been training together lean against each other, slump to the ground, and can't help but doze off.

  "Alas!"

  A sharp whistle pierced the air, and in an instant, everyone was shocked into chaos.

  "Get up! All of you, get up and stand at attention!" Under Sima Lei's signal, several Wolf Tooth squad members rushed forward, using their fists and feet to hurry the assembled warriors.

  At that moment, everyone complained and quickly got up, dragging their tired bodies to gather quickly. After a while, the team gathered neatly, and one by one looked listlessly at Sima Lei under the military flag. At this moment, looking at Sima Lei's face again, their initial good impression was shattered in an instant, and they felt that the instructor who had smiled warmly at first was a devil.

  "It's great to see you all again!" With a wave of his hand, Sima Lei smiled warmly at the remaining dozens of warriors in training. In this moment, he transformed into an angel once more, his smile making him seem approachable.

  "But I won't congratulate you, nor will I welcome you again. Why? Because you are all weaklings! A group of cowards, a group of useless trash that can't even withstand the wind, you don't deserve our welcome, let alone our congratulations. Because the weak do not deserve respect."

  Simarui's gaze swept over dozens of training warriors, coldly laughing and scolding without mercy.

  "I know you're all elites from various units, the top-notch soldiers in your original units, role models for your troops, and idols for some rookies. You may have been proud of yourselves, and had reason to be so. But once you're here, I've got to tell you that you're nothing, not even a fart."

  "After all, others can at least release a stinky fart! What about you? What can you do? Is it just going to be like this, sighing and groaning, falling down in disarray? And then show us, making us think you're annoying, thinking you're all trash?"

  "If that's the case, then I have to remind you, the sooner the better, the farther away from us the better, Special Warfare Wolf Tooth Sharp Blade Strike Team does not welcome you."

  Simarley's words were sharp and his tone was vicious, leaving no room for mercy as he pierced the hearts of many, causing them to glare at him with anger, their impression of him reaching an all-time low.

  Ignoring the murderous gaze of the crowd, Sima Lei's face was filled with disgust, yet he continued to mock and ridicule.

  "Take a look at yourselves now, are you still like soldiers? Do you still have even a bit of the honor and prestige that belongs to soldiers?"

  "Look at your slovenly appearance, look at your weak and fragile posture, and then look at your disheveled clothes and dirty faces. You are now utterly unworthy to be called soldiers, but rather resemble abandoned rascals."

  "A soldier is not just about wearing a uniform, nor is it just about carrying a gun or wearing a badge. Because you fundamentally do not understand the meaning of being a soldier, and even less so the mission and responsibility that comes with it."

  Simar's thunderous voice was filled with intimidation, causing everyone in the room to fall silent.

  With a piercing gaze sweeping across the crowd, Sima Lei coldly shouted: "Which of you can tell me what is a soldier?"

  "Report!" someone shouted loudly.

  "Speak!"

  Soldiers are heroes who defend the people and defend the motherland!

  "Hero?" Sima Lei suddenly sneered, his sharp eyes fixed on the warrior who spoke, and then shouted: "How ridiculous! Are you also worthy of being called heroes?"

  "Report, why can't we be called heroes? We have also fought for our country and made sacrifices. We have also shed blood and sweat for the people, so why aren't we considered heroes?"

  "Who says heroes are soldiers? Who says soldiers are heroes?" Sima Lei sneered coldly, "Soldiers and heroes are two incomparable existences, what right do you have to forcibly tie them together?"

  "A soldier is someone who can stand up straight, chest out, head held high, eyes blazing with anger, able to kill the enemy, achieve great deeds, make sacrifices and give their life. I ask you, have you done so?"

  A stern shout, the entire arena of warriors fell silent, each gaze deep and profound, with a hint of contemplation flashing across their eyes.

  Seeing all the warriors thinking, a hint of comfort flashed in Sima Lei's eyes. He nodded secretly and said: "Very good, I'm very comforted! Comforted that you can still think, and understand the pursuit of the meaning of being a soldier."

  However, merely thinking about it, you can't truly understand the meaning of being a soldier. You have to personally experience it, endure it, explore it, and pursue it. Do you dare?

  "Sacrifice for the motherland! Dedicate to the motherland!" The low roar lingered in the training ground.

  As he watched the reinvigorated warriors, a faint smile flashed across Sima Lei's eyes, but soon he became indifferent once again.

  It's just not enough! They still can't feel the pressure, can't feel the weight of responsibility.

  Suddenly coldly smiling, Sima Lei turned around and picked up a stack of briefings from the wooden table behind him. Then he turned around and scanned everyone one by one.

  "Do you know what's in my hand?" Sima Lei's indifferent voice spread out, and everyone shook their heads unanimously.

  "This is your information, it's the recommended information passed up by each of your units. It records every one of your great achievements, and also records all the honors you have received since becoming a soldier."

  Simarui's low voice explanation made the faces of the warriors who had been training together suddenly turn heavy, and they inexplicably felt a sense of pressure, making their hearts feel somewhat heavy. At the same time, their breathing also gradually became stifled.

  "But I've never seen it before!" Sima Lei's sudden words made everyone feel like they had fallen into an ice cellar, and they all felt a chill run down their spines.

  "Do you know why? With a cold smile on his face, Sima Lei sneered: "Because now you don't have the qualifications for me to recognize you, everything about you doesn't deserve my remembrance. Do you understand?"

  At that moment, the breathing of all the warriors in training became heavy, each with tightly clenched fists and dense anger burning in their eyes. That was the anger of trampled dignity, the indignation of desecrated faith.

  "Oh, you're resenting me?" Looking at the eyes that seemed to be spitting fire, Sima Lei suddenly smiled with satisfaction, "See, you are indeed all weaklings! Only weaklings would reveal such a pitiful gaze."

  "Report!"

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