Chapter Fifty-Seven: Conquering the Amazon River

  The Amazon River is no longer the picturesque resort they once knew, but instead exudes an aura of danger everywhere, and each special soldier swims forward vigilantly.

  Before arriving at Hunter School, they must conquer nature and conquer this Amazon River.

  "Ah!" Suddenly, a shrill cry of despair tore through the beautiful Amazon River sky.

  Only one special soldier was seen involuntarily leaving the main force, his entire body balance completely destroyed, slanting outward. No, it should be more accurate to say that he was being pulled outward.

  Crocodile! It's a crocodile!

  Beautiful Amazon River crocodiles launched an attack on humans! According to the habits of crocodiles, they should not act alone and should be a group of crocodiles.

  At the sound of this mournful cry, the crowd was somewhat disturbed, and the special forces from various countries could see the terror in each other's eyes.

  "Oh! God!" The distant water surface was sparkling, and a pair of gloomy eyes suddenly appeared on the water's surface.

  A group of crocodiles is slowly approaching here.

  "Torpedoes, save people! Others prepare for battle!" Zhang Hang shouted loudly, holding the micro- manipulator on his back.

  "I understand." Wang Zhiqiang's eyes shone brightly, and there was no hint of fear in his eager gaze for battle.

  As soon as the words fell, Wang Zhiqiang's figure had disappeared from the surface of the water.

  "Form combat formation, advance slowly forward, beware of crocodile groups' sneak attack!" The special forces from various countries were infected by Zhang Hang's firm voice and action, and the previously somewhat ** crowd also instantly restored calm.

  "Listen, we have no other choice, only unity can take us to the shores of victory. Now, we must put aside everything and first solve the alligator crisis in front of us!" Zhang Hang shouted loudly in several languages.

  "Get ready for battle!"

  Although they come from different countries, different spaces, with different languages and cultures, now they have a common goal, facing the same crisis. So as long as someone calls, they already trust each other, support each other, and unite closely together.

  Survival is now their common and only goal!

  Zhang Hang had become the temporary commander of this special campaign, and everyone consciously obeyed Zhang Hang's orders, aiming their guns at the alligator group.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!" A dull, powerful sound came from beneath the water's surface.

  The water area next to the special soldier was suddenly stained red with blood, and the alligator at the bottom of the water rolled over its huge body in pain, dropped the prey in its mouth, and turned away.

  At this time, Wang Zhiqiang's road came out of the water and pulled back a wounded special soldier with one hand.

  "Thank you! Thank you for saving me!" The injured special forces soldier panted heavily, thanking Wang Zhiqiang.

  "Shut up, we haven't escaped danger yet, hurry and swim back to the crowd." Wang Zhiqiang didn't dare to slack off, because behind them, a group of crocodiles had already pounced and were tightly chasing after them.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  "Dada dada dada..."

  The special forces' steel guns almost simultaneously sounded off, building a steel defense line behind Wang Zhiqiang.

  The alligators that rushed to the front were instantly beaten into a beehive, and those who were unwilling to sink to the bottom of the river. The alligators behind stopped for a moment, they looked at the crowd with gloomy eyes, and soon disappeared without a trace.

  "Damn it!" Zhang Hang looked at the sudden disappearance of the crocodile group in front of him, and his sense of unease grew stronger: "Be careful, they have dived underwater, they are at the bottom of the water, and they haven't left, everyone be careful."

  There was no need for Zhang Hang to remind them, the special soldiers already knew what to do. They put their guns back on their backs and pulled out their daggers, carefully moving forward.

  The wounded were sheltered in the middle of the crowd, while the outermost layer of the crowd was made up of diving experts from special forces around the world. The US Navy SEALs and China were on the outermost layer.

  "Ah! The damned things, they're coming." A commando shouted a warning, knife in hand, and dove into the water.

  It's clear he has been attacked by an alligator.

  Crocodiles scattered and hunted separately.

  The other three special soldiers on the side saw their companions being attacked, and without hesitation, they immediately wielded their daggers and plunged into the water, four against one, a battle of annihilation began.

  The rest of the special soldiers saw the situation and automatically formed a small group of four people, each group echoing each other, slowly continuing to move forward.

  In terms of numbers, they have an absolute advantage. Because the crocodiles that attack them will absolutely not exceed one hundred.

  On the water's surface, people occasionally sink to the bottom; on the water's surface, blood bubbles occasionally emerge.

  Twenty minutes later, the crocodile group didn't gain much advantage and finally retreated voluntarily.

  Although they had repelled the crocodile group, the special forces didn't have the mood to celebrate and cheer. They still had to rush to the Hunter School within the specified time. With the wounded protected in the middle, they continued to move forward. Not far ahead, land was already in sight.

  At this time no one turned back, if they did, they would see a strange scene: tens of meters away from the water surface behind them, patches of blood kept emerging.

  No one saw that just now those injured alligators instantly turned into a set of white bones, slowly sinking to the bottom of the river.

  A pool of blood slowly spread out in all directions, eventually disappearing completely into the water. The surface of the water was still as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened at all. Only the bleached white bones that sank to the bottom of the river told the tale of the massacre that had just occurred.

  Thirty-five meters ahead, the special forces will be able to land smoothly, and every eye is filled with excitement and joy, spirits lifted, each person extra effort to move forward.

  "Ah, what is it? What's attacking me?" A special forces soldier stared at the water in terror, and suddenly let out a frantic cry: "It's piranhas! Oh God, piranhas are coming!"

  "Quick swim!" Zhang Hang shouted loudly and swam forward with all his might.

  In the water, as long as everyone is united, crocodiles can be dealt with; but when encountering piranhas, no matter how united you are, it's impossible to escape becoming a skeleton. The only way out is to quickly leave the water and flee to the shore.

  The special forces, who were still a bit weak just now, are suddenly excited like being injected with a strong heart needle. The swimming speed has increased a lot. The tens of kilograms of equipment on their bodies seem to be light as nothing, and they are all like swimming champions, agile and quick-handed.

  "Ah!" The mournful cries rose and fell.

  That cumbersome equipment unexpectedly helped them a lot at this time, resisting most of the piranhas' biting attacks. Most of them, except for injuries to their arms, landed safely on land with a shock but no danger.

  However, the wounded who were bitten by the crocodile's mouth just now are miserable to look at, and several of the wounded have their thighs exposed with white bones.

  As they were lifted onto the helicopter, they waved goodbye to the main force and also bid farewell to the Hunter School.

  There is no despair on their faces, no regret, because they know they have done their best and are clear in conscience; at the same time, they also know that they have not become white bones, and it's already very lucky.

  ……

  Finally, fewer than fifty special forces from various countries have made it to Hunter School.

  The level of special forces in various countries around the world is uneven, and the Hunter School can only select troops for special training according to its own standards. Perhaps this standard looks a bit cruel!

  "Hello, kids! I am General Ojiga, the principal of Hunter School, codename Hunter. Congratulations on conquering the Amazon River and passing the first test of Hunter School. Your national flag can be temporarily hung here. However, I must remind you that perhaps your nightmare has just begun. It's not easy to get a graduation certificate from our Hunter School, it requires you to exchange with hot blood, bravery, strength, courage, and even life.

  A 56- or 57-year-old spirited old man with white hair pointed to a military officer beside him and continued: "He is your chief instructor. In the next two months, your lives will be in his hands. Although our Hunter School has the best doctors serving you at any time, if you can't pass his test, even the best doctor will be useless. May God bless you!"

  General Ojiga finished speaking and gave everyone a standard military salute."

  "Alright, listen up! I'm Laus Mike, aka Alligator, your Commandant. For the next two months, you're mine. You've already learned to fear the alligators in the Amazon River, and I am the king of this place. My goal is to kick each and every one of you out of Hunter School. Here, you have three options: One, give up when you can't take it anymore, go ring that fog bell, grab your flag, and get out; Two, pass my training, meet my requirements, win the final combat, wilderness survival, marksmanship, mine clearance, and team battle, and earn the highest honor as a soldier; Three, be carried out, either with your flag on your body or covering it, and be sent back to your country as a corpse. How's that? Anyone want to give up now?" The instructor's neck muscles bulged as he yelled in a hoarse voice.

  "Fight for the honor of soldiers!" More than 400 special forces from all over the world stood in unison on the square and shouted loudly.

  "Alright! From now on, you have no names, no ranks, only numbers. Starting with the captain of the US Navy SEALs team that won the last team attack war championship, Number 1, and so on. Next are:"

  The US Navy SEALs are ranked number one, no one raises any doubts, soldiers only admire the strong, here you can only win respect if you are strong enough!

  Zhang Hang and other Asian special forces are slightly ahead in the rankings. Every time they train with the Asian troops, their scores are not the last, but also passable.

  Xiang Hang's number is now 111, this number seems to be okay too, Xiang Hang gladly accepted it. Here everything has to rely on strength to speak.

  "Awesome! My boss's number is really great! It's 120, now I don't have to worry about getting a bad number anymore! Haha."

  "Number 120, if you don't want to be carried out right away, shut your stinking mouth!" The instructor walked over and yelled at Chu Lin with his neck stretched out.

  "Yes! Instructor!" The instructor's voice was much louder than Chuai's, and in this regard, Chuai also felt inferior. Chuai did not want to use his thin eardrum to resist the instructor's super loud voice, lest his eardrum be damaged, what a tragedy!

  "Now everyone go for physical examination, and gather at the playground after passing."

  "Report! It's time for a meal now, may I ask the instructor when can we have our meal?" A foreign special forces soldier asked loudly.

  "Oh, I forgot to tell you all, today is the first day. You guys came in such a hurry that we didn't even have time to prepare lunch for you. Just wait until tonight and you can eat to your heart's content!" The instructor said with a smile on his face.

  But his smile gave people a chilling feeling!

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