Chapter 3 Sympathy
"Mountain cat timing, less than ten minutes elimination." said the instructor. The mountain cat was called Liu Bing, tall and strong with a slightly chubby build.
Skilled in sniping, he was hit by a shell and injured his right leg while covering his comrades during a mission. Another man named Wang Feng, nicknamed Wild Mouse, excelled at assassination. In the dense forest, he was the king, having single-handedly taken out an entire enemy company. However, while retreating, he encountered a pack of wolves and lost both legs in the battle. When his comrades found him, he had already fainted, surrounded by the corpses of wild wolves.
To eliminate the East Turkestan terrorist organization, they followed Zhao Weidong and appeared all over the world. They had a life-and-death struggle with special forces from anti-China countries and mercenaries. In the world of special forces, they are representatives of death. To those people, they are like devils. If you unfortunately encounter them on the battlefield, congratulations, you will soon see the legendary God. Whether it is special forces or mercenaries, soldiers who survived that battle would turn pale at the mention of China's Blue Sword Special Forces, their eyes filled with fear, and never dare to be their enemy again. Under Zhao Weidong's leadership, the Blue Sword was invincible in battle, demonstrating the iron blood and loyalty of Chinese soldiers. They won dignity and honor for the motherland and wrote a heavy stroke on the world's military stage.
No one dares to underestimate the strength of Chinese special forces anymore.
"Ten minutes later, Wild Mouse took roll call. "Yes", Wild Mouse sat in a wheelchair and pulled out the attendance sheet, calling names one by one. "Captain, thirteen people are still missing."
"Zhao Weidong nodded slightly, his eyes coldly fixed on the dozen or so people running towards him."
"Reporting to instructor, indoor chores are completed and I am reporting to you."
"Zhao Weidong looked at them, pointing to the helicopter on the tarmac and said coldly: Do you see that helicopter? You can get on it now, because you've already been eliminated."
"Report to the instructor, we refuse!" a soldier shouted loudly.
"Zhao Weidong raised his hand, shook his finger and said: You have nothing to complain about. As a soldier, you must follow the rules of time. I won't keep a soldier who doesn't follow the rules of time. If this were on the battlefield, your comrades would sacrifice because of your tardiness, leaving you behind would harm everyone."
"The orderly came over to help them pack their bags, they could leave now. I don't feed people for nothing here."
Those people listened, with different expressions. Some were angry, some were ashamed, and some seemed to be indifferent.
The remaining soldiers looked at their departing backs with sympathy in their eyes.
"Zhao Weidong looked at the expressions on their faces and said coldly: Don't sympathize with them either. In the future training process, two-thirds of you will be eliminated. I won't keep trash here. At that time, no one will sympathize with you."
"Having said that, Zhao Weidong pointed to the wood not far away, which was still dripping with water, and shouted loudly: Do you see the wood over there?"
"Looked up, a loud and clear voice echoed on the playground."
"What are you waiting for after seeing it, do you want me to put it on your shoulders and then go running?"
Those elite troops sent by each unit quickly ran to the place where the wood was placed, shouldered the wood and ran towards the outside desert.
"Zhao Weidong was driving a desert off-road jeep behind them. The scorching sun in the desert was like pouring fire, mercilessly sending sunlight to these soldiers. The wood was originally heavy, and now it had been watered, making these so-called elite soldiers suffer unbearably."
"Zhao Weidong shouted loudly: Hurry up, the last three people to return will not have dinner and will be punished with 500 push-ups and 500 sit-ups."
