Chapter Fifteen "Specificity" Training

  I sat on the bed, this was a military camp bed, this was a French military camp bed, to be precise it was a French Foreign Legion recruit training camp bed. After getting off the plane we arrived at this huge military camp that looked like an airplane hangar, the butcher brought me here, pointed at this bed and said: "This is the recruit training camp, you will receive some training here, then I'll come to pick you up and take you to our place!"

  "What are they training for? Are these people also mercenaries? Are they on our side?" Looking at so many soldiers, I didn't think the Wolf Corps had so many people. No wonder the captain said that as long as we unite, nothing is to be feared. This is basically a division!

  "No, no, that's the French Foreign Legion, we're not in the same category as them. These soldiers are people from all over the world who enlisted in the Foreign Legion, including soldiers, merchants, convicts, oil workers, and even billionaires' sons. No matter what they did before, they come here for training and most of them get eliminated. Even if they pass, it's not certain that they'll be sent on a mission. They might be dispatched to various places for anti-terrorism or as bodyguards. The best ones will stay behind and go on missions."

  "What's the point of us being here if they're already around?" With so many mercenaries around, how can a wolf pack still exist?

  "He's just a mercenary, we're professional mercenaries!" Di Huo said

  "What's different?" I really don't understand this mercenary business.

  "They're the kind... you know... who've watched too many movies, trained to join the military hierarchy as high-ranking officials' kids, some want to use their service to get French immigration. And so on. Most of them give up or die after playing for a couple of days, all the difficult tasks are done by us professional mercenaries, they're just decorations! Amateurs!"

  "Then why should I follow them for training?" Since it's amateurish, I don't understand.

  "But you're not much stronger than them, at least for now!" The captain spoke up: "Apart from Chinese, what other languages do you know? Da Xiong can speak three languages, can you drive a car? A tank? A helicopter? A fighter jet? A ship? A submarine? Have you seen all the guns online? But can you use them? Can you do underwater demolitions? Can you tell C4 and C3 apart with your eyes closed? Kid, there's still so much for you to learn!"

  "Study hard! If you want to survive on the battlefield!" The butcher concluded, then everyone left.

  "How long am I going to stay here?" I loudly asked their backs.

  "You'll know when you don't need to stay here." The captain smiled: "We're watching you!"

  Take a look around the house, although everyone has different accents, they all speak English. Looking at the full house of unfamiliar people, I felt a wave of apprehension. However, if it's just physical training, I'm not afraid. After all, my brother and I have trained before. The physical training of Chinese soldiers is famous worldwide. Just imagine transforming physically weak Chinese people into being able to confront strictly trained European and American giants - that's not just a little more training.

  "Hey, hey, hey... what do we have here? A Chink!" A tall and thin white man walked towards me with a group of people.

  "Which team are you on? I haven't seen this yellow-skinned monkey for the past two days!" The tall and thin guy stepped on my bed with his foot, asking loudly, while the guys behind him followed and jeered together.

  I looked up and saw that although they each had a wicked look on their faces, compared to the butcher they seemed as lovely as high-flying dogs. I just didn't expect to run into racist guys here.

  "Get your dog legs off my bed! You white-skinned pig." From the butcher and devil's get-together, I learned that in the army, you can't show weakness. Even if you can't win a fight, you can't show fear. Besides, I'm not afraid of him at all!

  "What did you say? You damn fool!" The white kid reached out to grab my collar, and the people behind him swarmed up to overwhelm me. I swiftly drew my bayonet and pressed it against the white kid's neck.

  "Come on! Come on! You dare to kill me!" Everyone backed away when they saw me draw my knife and place it at his throat, this little guy didn't dare move either, but he still wouldn't shut up. However, after I gave him a bloody nick on the neck, he finally shut up.

  Just as we were at a stalemate, a loud and clear order "Attention!" came, everyone immediately stood up straight, I also quickly stood up straight. I didn't know what the military posture was like here, so I stood at attention in the military posture of the Chinese army that I learned during military training. With a glance, people all over the room were standing in various strange and peculiar postures.

  Two blond-haired men wearing American camouflage uniforms walked in step and stood in the center of the military camp.

  "Attention everyone, now Lieutenant Kate is going to speak!" shouted a slightly younger officer standing beside her.

  "Thank you, Captain Jason. Alright, now that everyone has heard, due to Major Troy's business, the subsequent training will be led by me. I am not as kind as Major Troy, and in the following days, you will all go through unbearable suffering. I don't want to see internal strife under my command again, or else I'll make him look good." After finishing speaking, he glanced at me and turned away.

  "Rest now! Tomorrow at 5:30, I want to see everyone fully armed and assembled outside! If you're late, you'll be punished! If you're not properly dressed, you'll be punished! I'm Captain Jason. Dismissed!" The captain glanced at me before leaving.

  I turned my head and took a glance at the white kid beside me, ignoring his furious pale face, and continued to tidy up my belongings.

  "You! You!" Bai Xiazi pointed at me, furious and speechless. Since the middle school student had spoken up, I wasn't afraid of what he might do.

  May 27, 1999

  At 5:30, I started with a 6km run carrying 30kg of equipment. Then, within 1 minute, I did 50 push-ups and 50 sit-ups. At 7 o'clock, we had breakfast, followed by live ammunition training, which was my first formal shooting practice, and the results were not bad. Lunch was at 12 o'clock; at 13 o'clock, we practiced equipment operation; at 17 o'clock, we returned to our quarters; at 17:30, we stored our weapons; dinner was at 19 o'clock; at 19:30, the sergeant commented on each new recruit's performance for the day. At 20 o'clock, we had free time; at 21 o'clock, lights out.

  Before the end of 9 weeks of basic training, new recruits must pass the following tests: complete 17 pull-ups in one go, complete 35 sit-ups in 1 minute, and complete a 2-mile run in 16 minutes and 36 seconds.

  A day's training has given me much to think about.

  Their physical training is a joke, how can soldiers trained like this fight in a war?

  2. Can't understand French language, often misunderstand and feel very embarrassed. Need to improve language skills!

  The equipment operation is very appetizing, introducing weapons and equipment from multiple countries, as well as some special police and spy gadgets.

  4. The shower room is shared and co-ed!(The French Foreign Legion doesn't have female soldiers, but other troops come here for training...) Wow! I LOVE France!

  May 28, 1999

  I was too happy yesterday, and today I got my comeuppance. Maybe it's because I was too relaxed yesterday, so Captain Jason gave me some extra attention at this morning's assembly. Carrying a 50kg load for 6km, 70 push-ups in 1 minute, 70 sit-ups in 1 minute, and a 1500m armed cross-country run.

  Although I've increased the amount, I can still hold on! Maybe Captain Jason accepted a bribe from that white kid? Otherwise, why would he not get along with me?

  June 9, 1999

  I can tell you that Captain Jason has definitely taken it out on me, increasing the training to twice a day with 70kg of weight for 15km. 500 push-ups with weights, 500 deep squats, 500 sit-ups, 100 pull-ups, and 2500m of Wuji Du. Now, apart from equipment operation and language classes, I no longer train with anyone else. Every time at night when I'm exhausted like a dog and can't even climb into bed, that white boy will mock me: "How's it going! Chinese kid! Can't take it anymore? This isn't a place for Chinese people to come. Get out of here!"

  I can barely muster up the energy to raise my middle finger, let alone curse at them.

  June 17, 1999

  When Captain Jason added my physical training to twice a day, 20km run with 100kg load, 1000 push-ups with claps, 1000 deep squats, 1000 sit-ups, 200 pull-ups and 5000m armed cross-country run, I lodged a protest!

  "Captain Jenson, requesting permission to speak." I called out loudly.

  "I think you're intentionally tormenting me! I want to see Cadet Kate!" I yelled out loud. These past few days in the troops, I've found my voice getting louder and louder.

  "Request denied! Your training is affirmative through Kate's middle school. Looks like our little Chinese soldier isn't good enough, huh? I see you're just about this capable, huh? Why don't I call a taxi to send you back to China, okay?" Kate sneered at me, her nose almost touching my face.

  "NO WAY! I think I can hold on!" This shameless guy actually used such a big hat to oppress me, taking advantage of being Chinese.

  "It seems our Chinese kids are in good shape again, huh?" Jason whispered to me with a rather "indecent" tone.

  "YESSIR!" Now I know how much motivation the word "Chinese people" has for overseas Chinese.

  "Alright, let's go for another armed cross-country run! 10 kilometers out, 10 kilometers back! GO! GO! GO!"

  “。。。。。。”

  June 21, 1999

  Today finally ended high-intensity physical training, except for armed cross-country every morning, other times were used to learn driving.

  Cars and motorcycles are okay, although not very familiar, but originally knew a little bit. Tank cars are actually easier to learn. Because I have driven a tractor, only the fire control system on it is very unfamiliar, fortunately, I studied computer science and engineering control, as long as I study hard, it won't be difficult for me.

  "Leclerc tank, with a total weight of 54.5 tons, has a maximum road speed of 71 km/h. It is equipped with a 120mm cannon with a muzzle velocity of up to 1800m/s, and a range that is 1000m longer than the Leopard 2. The composite armor consists of multiple layers of armor plates and ceramic armor, providing twice the protection against kinetic energy penetrators compared to conventional armor. The fire control system consists of a component thermal imaging camera, an 'Albis' laser rangefinder, and a commander's and gunner's stabilized sight. The fire control system can capture 6 different targets within 1 minute, 2 more than ordinary tanks, and enables the tank to shoot on the move. Its first-round hit probability is 95%, with a reaction time of 4-6 seconds."

  The tank uses multi-transmission technology and digital data bus technology, which not only simplifies the installation of electrical wiring in the vehicle but also allows for data exchange between devices. Even when some equipment fails or is damaged, it can automatically reorganize and use other equipment. The tank also has an automatic management system that enables crew members to transmit information to other vehicles or receive information from them. This real-time capability is a hallmark of synchronized combat capabilities and is part of the armored forces' C3I tactical system. Next, let's talk about the M1A2 and its variants... Jason continued talking above, while I listened below, but I wondered if mercenaries could really operate tanks in battle?

  June 30, 1999

  The joyful ground driving has ended! I started the aerial combat learning course with an excited heart, Captain Jason said: "Want to learn to fly a plane? First learn to sit on a plane!"

  I climbed aboard the F-2000 with great fanfare, neglecting to notice why Captain Jason was also so thrilled. It wasn't until the beef from my stomach shot out of my nose that I finally understood!

  I think I've fallen in love with the army!!!!

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