Chapter 10: Training in the Dark of Night

  To be honest, I think this was the smartest thing I did at the time. I applied chocolate to the coin, and the shiny light it emitted disappeared. There was no more glare from the scorching sun, and when aiming, a lot of time would be saved. This is a test of psychological quality in shooting, whether or not you can hit the target is not the most important thing, what's important is the trust in your comrades, and the calm state of mind that comes with it. When I became a mercenary, every minute was spent hovering between life and death, no one cared about you, only yourself cared about yourself.

  This shooting training, immediately solved thirty percent of the people. After such intense exercise, they still had to undergo shooting training, which was an extremely difficult task. Although this is not war, when war comes, all of this will be so insignificant and powerless.

  After the shooting is completed, personnel who pass continue with training, while those who fail are sent back to camp on their own.

  We hastily ate a few compressed biscuits and drank a few mouthfuls of water, simple fare.

  We started running around the mountain again, and the instructor followed us to train together. Tianhuo has always been training with us, but his strength is crushing us, as if he is deliberately showing off to us. This is unbearable. Although everyone here can't compare to him, they are all soldiers. No matter how long you've been a soldier, even if it's just one day, your body will be infected with the spirit of a soldier. Standing in the crowd, you can recognize them at a glance. In fact, I'm also quite helpless sometimes. A person's temperament is hard to change.

  The soldiers here are all trying to outdo each other, none of them are good guys, one is more desperate than the other, one is more hardworking than the other, otherwise it would be a very embarrassing thing if word gets out.

  Soldiers, if it's because of insufficient skill mastery, can be understood. If the technology is not good enough, it can be understood. If knowledge is lacking, it can also be understood. However, if it's because physical strength is not up to par, that's a bit hard to accept. One advantage soldiers have over ordinary people is their strong lung capacity and slightly richer professional knowledge. With some professional soldiers retiring, the specialized knowledge within the troops is no longer as mysterious. Many retired soldiers, unable to bear the life without guns, went abroad to join the military or entered the underworld, becoming anti-social elements in the eyes of civilians. However, there are also some soldier fanatics who, to satisfy their unfulfilled desires, pass on their knowledge to the next generation, which is a very confusing thing.

  But when it comes to physical strength, this is no match, and it's really not worth talking about. So in my eyes, a group of madmen appeared, one more frantic than the other, running like beasts in the jungle. This physical training lasted for several days, and when we returned, the dormitory was still the same, only the accumulated water on the ground had disappeared, and there were burn marks everywhere. We stood on the ground, didn't say a word, and lay down to sleep directly.

  At this time, it had already started drizzling outside. Normally, there would be training tasks, but they didn't arrange any. Who knows what the situation will be? Anyway, I don't want to worry about this and that, so I'll just go to sleep first.

  I don't know how long I slept, for me, sleeping for a long time is the same as not sleeping at all. All I knew was that I was woken up by the loud and noisy gunfire, my first reaction was to get out of bed and rush out.

  When I got outside, the sky was already very dark, and it had started pouring rain. The lightning in the sky was flashing non-stop like camera flashes at a press conference. The rumbling thunder was like roaring tanks, crushing people's spirits.

  Although thunder can't kill people, and being struck by lightning is rare, it still makes one feel a bit uncomfortable.

  The fear of thunder and lightning is innate to humans, no matter how great a person's courage is, there is an instinctive fear of the intense light and deafening sound.

  In front of us was a shirtless man with long hair and a long fringe that covered his eyes, making it impossible to see any glimmer of expression. His body was tattooed with a blue and white wolf head, the blue and white colors vividly outlining the wolf's head. The wolf's mouth held two roses, one white and one red. A few drops of bright blood flowed from the wolf's left eye.

  To be honest, I've never seen such a good-looking tattoo. The wolf eyes are the best part - at first glance, they look ferocious, but upon closer inspection, you can see a hint of kindness and melancholy. Not all tattoo artists can achieve this level of artistry. First and foremost, one needs to have a great tattoo design, which is hard to come by. Not everyone will get a wolf tattoo, and the bloody wolf is not something that just anyone would dare to get. In the tattoo world, there are many unwritten rules about what is acceptable and what's not - it's even stricter than the law.

  "All personnel, listen up! Load your ammunition and get ready to move out. We're going into jungle warfare mode. Wipe out all targets in sight. By dawn, there should be no more than fifty left. Eliminate them all!" the tattooed man shouted loudly.

  "Let's start!"

  I suddenly woke up, and the drowsy feeling disappeared instantly. I didn't know how many prey were outside, but I knew that there wouldn't be many now. Moreover, the ammunition on my body was far from enough. My first reaction was to head to the armory, at least to equip myself with 100 rounds of ammunition. And I had to rush to the depths of the forest as soon as possible. Whether fighting alone or in a team, it wasn't going to be an easy task. The dense gunfire would scare away birds and beasts. So time was money. As I equipped myself with ammunition, many people were doing the same, quickly searching for their necessary bullets. This time, I used the gun I had chosen for the first time.

  When I first entered the military camp, everyone had a chance to choose their own equipment. The guns here were randomly selected, and no one said they would be used until the selection was over. However, some idiots chose strange guns, with several choosing machine guns and handguns. Now they can only use handguns. Machine guns have strong firepower, but using them for hunting is not quite suitable. In the jungle, there are so many team members scattered around, and if someone gets accidentally injured, it would be hard to explain. I quickly gathered my bullets and set off. For this kind of thing, I don't have a habit of cooperating with others. Some things aren't necessarily better with more people. This is something I prefer to do alone, or with one woman, that's just my nature.