Chapter Nineteen Regular Training

  The afternoon sunlight seemed to have weakened a lot, warmly shining on people's bodies with a drowsy feeling. Eight young men sat in a row, neatly cross-legged on the grass of the training ground, each with their own weapon placed neatly in front of them.

  Before long, the lieutenant colonel came over with a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man had a head of brown hair and a slightly weathered face, with high cheekbones and thin cheeks. His body was not very sturdy, somewhat slender, giving people a very refined feeling.

  "Hello everyone, my name is Jack. You can call me Instructor Jack from now on. I will be mainly responsible for explaining and training you on firearms knowledge, as well as basic skills such as hand signals and battlefield survival. Due to the limited time, I will only cover a portion of regular weapons and the ones you are currently using. My training course is 2 hours per day, please listen carefully and raise your hands if you have any questions."

  "Did you all understand?" The lieutenant colonel couldn't help but let out a loud roar at everyone's languid appearance.

  The boys all answered loudly in unison: "Understood."

  Major said with a serious face: "You'd better listen carefully, this is the only theoretical lesson. Its importance goes without saying, on the battlefield, your weapons will eventually face ammunition shortages, and some weapons you have to choose from. Faced with such a dilemma, the more you use a weapon, the more hope you have of staying alive."

  "Now I can let you in on a secret, for the next seven days, you will only be receiving routine training. This includes training on the use of various weapons, hand-to-hand combat, battlefield coordination, wilderness survival, assassination, and disguise. On the sixth day, you will undergo an assessment, this is a real combat assessment, and there is no limit to the number of people who can be eliminated."

  The major pointed to the soldiers behind him and said faintly, "Your opponents will be them. They are all soldiers who have survived countless battles, with at least a sergeant rank. Don't tell me it's unfair, this world is fundamentally not fair. If you want to stay alive, you must have the capital to stay alive."

  "In seven days, you will face an opposing force. They are reserve special forces personnel sent from other bases, just like you, and they too are in actual combat. Only by winning that opposing force battle can you truly become Great Britain's special forces."

  "Do you understand?"

  "I understand!"

  The boys' roar grew a few decibels louder, their faces all iron-gray. Heaven, the actual opponents were those battle-hardened soldiers! Everyone's heart was heavy with foreboding.

  The lieutenant nodded and signaled Jack to begin.

  Jack walked slowly to the boy standing at the end of the row, picked up his gun, an MG74 machine gun. He skillfully disassembled the machine gun into dozens of small parts in an instant, then shouted: "MG74 machine gun, this is a 7.92mm caliber, general-purpose machine gun. Its predecessor was the MG42, originally produced by the German Mauser company. Its features are reliable, durable, easy to operate, and most terrifyingly, its rate of fire can reach 900 rounds per minute."

  That boy showed a pleased expression on his face, threw a flirtatious glance at the young man beside him, meaning to say, "Brother's eyes are good, right? Such a powerful gun was picked out by brother at a glance."

  But Jack's instructor didn't stop, he paused and said: "The only thing that might be a little regrettable is its sound and accuracy, it's extremely loud, known as the 'cloth tearing machine', on the battlefield, it's very easy to remind the enemy that this is heavy firepower, and they need to take it out first..."

  The boy's face suddenly turned pale, and the surrounding boys all showed meaningful expressions.

  "As a heavy weapon, its advantages and disadvantages are equally obvious. The great lethality but lack of effective mobility makes teamwork especially important at this time, the heavy weapon is an object that the entire team needs to protect. In battlefield assault warfare, once the machine gunner is sacrificed, it means entering a more difficult stage."

  Jack took a glance at Xu Ming and asked: "Are you a sniper?"

  Xu Ming nodded awkwardly and said weakly: "I haven't really used a sniper rifle before..."

  Jack said disapprovingly, "None of you have ever really used these firearms before. That's not important, as long as you learn well in the following process, you can all become excellent soldiers."

  "The sniper is the most effective type of soldier to ensure the safety of heavy weapons, but he must possess keen battlefield awareness and quick reaction ability, as well as accurate marksmanship, which I will discuss in detail later."

  "Now I will start explaining the usage and battlefield application of the MG74 general-purpose machine gun..."

  Even Xu Ming had to admit that Jack's eloquence was quite good, speaking fluently for nearly an hour, not only explaining the performance of all conventional firearms, but also using analogies and appropriately inserting various military tactics, making the originally dry firearm theory not dull at all.

  This lesson was listened to with great relish by Xu Ming, and even Maya's small eyes were shining brightly, in a state of complete absorption.

  In the next hour, Jack began to teach everyone how to disassemble and perform basic maintenance on various firearms. This is the most basic knowledge for a warrior; if you're not familiar with your own weapon, what makes you think it will protect your life?

  In just a short hour, the theoretical course did not make everyone feel dull, but instead had an extremely exciting feeling.

  This is also understandable, after all, they are still young people. For this type of firearm, it can only be seen in movies, and the feeling of holding it in one's own hands is naturally different.

  Just in time, Jack saw Major coming over with a few soldiers, nodded to indicate that he had finished, and left after saluting.

  The lieutenant colonel smiled at the eight enthusiastic young men and said, "It seems that everyone's spirit is still good, which is great. I'm very satisfied. Let me introduce you again."

  The eight soldiers behind the lieutenant took a big step forward and stood in front of each young man.

  "They will be your close combat instructors, you don't need to know their names, maybe during the assessment, you'll meet them again, but before the assessment, they are your instructors."

  "I've specifically instructed that only minor injuries are allowed, no fatalities or crippling injuries, so please don't worry." The lieutenant's devilish grin was dazzling in the sunlight. "Close combat doesn't require any special techniques, just actual combat, constant combat, will make you all masters of hand-to-hand fighting."

  "Alright gentlemen, you may begin."

  Eight burly soldiers were ordered to pounce on the young man in front of them like hungry wolves, and a burst of mournful cries suddenly echoed through the training ground.

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