Chapter 61: The Blood-Stained Diploma

  Less than two minutes later, all 480 team members had assembled.

  "Who just kicked the gas can out of the door?" the alligator asked sternly.

  A moment of silence.

  "Who is it?" croaked the alligator, stretching its neck again.

  Still quiet!

  "No. 1, you said." The alligator started calling out names.

  "Report, didn't see clearly!"

  "Number 21, you said." The alligator changed into another person again.

  "Report, didn't see clearly!" "Same answer."

  This is the truth, because the quality of that smoke bomb was too good, several hours later the dormitory was still filled with smoke, and it was really impossible to see the person's face clearly. However, judging from the figure, it should be an Asian person. After all, there is a big difference in body shape between Asians and Europeans.

  No one could see his face clearly, and Numbers 1 and 21 were not ones to make wild guesses. Moreover, his "righteous move" had won people's hearts. Even if they knew, they wouldn't be foolish enough to offend the crowd.

  "Alright, it seems you don't want to talk. As a result, you will pay the price of carrying an extra 5 kilograms and running an additional 5 kilometers. Now each person is carrying 35 kilograms and doing a 15-kilometer cross-country run. Team members who fall behind in the last 20 places won't get breakfast. Got it? Then start running immediately!" The crocodile sat on his off-road vehicle, holding a loudspeaker, trying to suppress his thunderous roar that was about to erupt at any moment, following closely behind the crowd.

  "Hurry up, you idiot! At this rate, you won't get breakfast!"

  "Damn trash, really asking for a beating!" The alligator threw away the loudspeaker in his hand and pulled out a whip from the car with a sleight of hand, raising it to lash at one of the special soldiers he thought was running too slowly.

  With a loud "crack", the thick whip landed squarely on the special forces soldier's back, but he didn't even flinch, only slightly quickening his pace.

  Others are even more blind to this, and they rush forward with all their might. Now even fools know that at this time the crocodile is full of anger, like a bundle of explosives, no one wants to pull his fuse, lest they get burned by the fire and blown to pieces.

  "One bowl of soup and one cornbread for each of you, don't take too much. If there's no special situation, your three meals a day will be the same from now on. Originally, there were two, but I changed my mind, you must pay the price for that stupid behavior just now, so you'll learn a lesson next time!" Crocodile yelled at the special forces who rushed over after running 15 kilometers.

  Zhang Hang and the others grabbed a corn cake, and one of them wolfed it down in big gulps. The last twenty special soldiers were blocked by alligators: "Trash, your breakfast is ruined! Wait for the next meal."

  It is common knowledge that an increase in training volume often comes with an increase in food intake. Because falling behind means having to endure the torture of hunger, and possibly being eliminated due to physical exhaustion in subsequent training sessions. They understand this, but who wants to fall behind? A heavy punch to the head, these twenty special soldiers could only watch as others wolfed down cornbread.

  Although the corn cake is not very big, it looks like only about 50 grams, but it can replenish their drastically consumed physical strength. Also, thank goodness, they finally added some green vegetables to the soup, and not just a few grains of salt in the soup like last night's dinner.

  Seeing twenty hungry special forces soldiers participating in the next training project, Crocodile's mood was slightly balanced.

  "Alright, let me explain to you all. Today, we will be conducting a selection in actual combat conditions. This is the first 'classic dish' that our Hunter School has carefully prepared for this group of trash. It requires you to complete over 20 arduous tasks under real combat conditions within 15 days. For example, while crawling forward, bullets are flying wildly above your head, and you have no protection whatsoever. If you accidentally stray from the path, it's game over, because you'll trigger a mine. The selection environment, conditions, situation, and method are all extremely realistic, similar to actual combat. Typically, the elimination rate for this project is between 50% to 80%. As a result, some people return home with regret, while others may even have to be carried back under a national flag."

  And during the selection process, each of you will only be able to rest for 2-3 hours a day, and barely eat one meal a day, in order to test your limits. This is what I just mentioned as special circumstances. If anyone finds it difficult to bear, if you choose to give up, then I will immediately terminate your selection on the spot. Let you return home safely, of course, let you return home safely with your national flag!

  "Did you hear me?" the crocodile bellowed.

  "I understand!"

  "Alright, but just shouting slogans is useless, you must take real action. Look, ahead of us is a mixed obstacle zone, and the barbed wire in it is electrified. The current on it won't kill you, but it's enough to knock you out. And the machine gun bullets following right behind you will turn you into a disabled person in an instant. If you try to sneak out from the side, I'm sorry, because the landmines there will send you straight to heaven. So, if you don't want to die or become a disabled person, then do your job beautifully! Just like this morning's work, starting now."

  At the instructor's command, 480 special troops rushed towards this open mixed obstacle course in front of them. Lowering their heads, using their hands and feet, with standard military movements, they quickly crawled forward.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  Behind him was the howling sound of machine gun bullets whizzing by.

  "Hurry up, hurry! So slow, you're going to get yourself killed. Even if you have a big life, by the time you crawl out of this obstacle zone, the enemy will already be here and you'll be done for! Move faster!" Accompanied by the howling of bullets was also the angry cursing of Alligator.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  A special forces soldier not far from Zhang Hang accidentally touched the electric net and was immediately electrocuted to the ground. The machine gun bullets behind did not stop at all. In a flash, this special forces soldier's leg was hit by no less than six bullets.

  Experiencing death is just a routine for special forces. On the battlefield, bullets without eyes fly around them and above their heads with a "whooshing" sound, roaring to drink their blood and take their lives; hidden landmines will explode at any time, showing off their destructive power before taking them to another world; grenades, hand grenades, and even cannonballs ruthlessly pursue their shadows, waiting for them to reveal a small mistake or weakness, and then pounce on them and tear them apart.

  On the battlefield, heaven is fair, and opportunities are equal for both friend and foe. When special forces experience the taste of death, their opponents are also experiencing the taste of death. The difference lies in that they use real knives and guns, as well as a wealth of rich experience, tactical skills, psychological endurance, and brotherly coordination to decide the winner of this battle.

  But now, the heavens have added a weight to the other side of the scale, causing the originally balanced scale to tilt towards the Hunter School. This weight is the game rules set by the Hunter School, where they must experience the threat of death alone, without being able to see their opponents, and only having themselves as opponents!

  They glanced at the special forces soldier who had been shot, their eyes filled with pity and helplessness. Gritting his teeth, he lowered his head and crawled forward desperately.

  ……

  After training ended, medical staff carried out the wounded from the ground and gave them simple first aid on site before taking them to hospital for further treatment.

  Eight, eight special soldiers were carried away on stretchers. Perhaps it was carelessness, perhaps it was fatigue, or perhaps just a tiny, almost negligible mistake, touching the electrified net and then being swept by bullets. In the end, with expressions of regret and unwillingness, they were carried away.

  One of them had his thigh already broken. Whether it can be saved is also an unknown number. Even if he was lucky enough to save his leg, he would probably have to say goodbye to his military career.

  On the first day, just in the morning of the first day, eight elites fell. These eight elites who carried the heavy responsibility and hope of the country, and cost the country a lot of money, fell silently. The Hunter School finally showed its cruel and terrifying other side to them, telling them with bloody facts: if you want to survive, you must use all your strength. Those who can walk out of the Hunter School are all strong!

  Special forces from all over the world have only now deeply felt and understood why the graduation certificate of Hunter School can be used freely around the world. Faced with such a graduation certificate stained with blood and life, which country and which troops dare to underestimate it!

  Zhang Hang was a bit silly, Chu Li was a bit silly, Liu Zhi'en was a bit silly, No. 1 was a bit silly, No. 21 was a bit silly, in short, except for the alligator, everyone else was a bit silly.

  Suddenly, a thought popped into everyone's mind: if they held this graduation certificate, wouldn't that mean they could walk sideways like crabs in this world!?

  Looking at this group of world elites who are now obviously a bit dull, the crocodile hummed coldly: "Now believe me, you don't need to waste your breath, you already understand what our Hunter School graduation certificate represents. Those diplomas that were obtained through hard study in class or cleverly obtained with ease, those academic certificates, professional certificates, job certificates, correspondence certificates, and level certificates that can be obtained by paying money, even the technical title certificates that are relatively valuable, are not worth mentioning in front of it. It is a graduation certificate earned by our soldiers with their lives, blood, and courage, and it is incomparable to any other graduation certificate in this world! With it in hand, as long as you don't offend the public and are strong enough, you can roam freely in this world!"

  This time, the crocodile's voice was not as loud as it was during the special training earlier, but every word and every syllable the crocodile said was transmitted clearly and without omission into the ears of this group of world elites. It pulled them out of their stunned state.

  "But I can responsibly tell you that this morning's training is just the beginning, to eliminate 50% to 80% of the members among you. I will not hold back and intensify the torture until I achieve my goal. From this moment on, a large number of people among you will be carried out of the training, some even with national flags covering them. If you give up now, it's still possible." As he said this, Crocodile shouted loudly: "Tell me, is there anyone who chooses to give up?"

  "Reporting officer, no!?"

  "Alright, since that's the case, I'll accompany you to the end!" The alligator's face spread with a thick smile: "I want to see whether you are a group of real heroes or a group of dog bears wearing human skin! I want to see how many people can hold their heads high and proudly receive our Hunter School graduation certificate; I want to see how many people will be carried away at the end of this game, but have enough courage and perseverance to make me admire them."

  In this world, probably only this alligator dares to call the excellent soldiers of various countries' special forces as dog bears wearing human skin.

  Crocodile, because you hold the most bloody, the hardest and the most enviable diploma in this world, so, you are awesome! You are cool!