Chapter 64: Protest Invalid

  Buddha's dawn.

  On the uneven mountain road in Qixia District, a large number of special soldiers carried giant logs on their backs and ran forward in disorder, facing the chaotic dawn.

  On the mountain path, small birds in the forest "chirped" and flapped their wings in mid-air, calling out non-stop. At this time, if someone looked closely, they would find that these small birds, balancing their bodies in mid-air, stretched their necks in one direction - towards the large crowd of people - shouting loudly to express their discontent.

  Also, here they are the real masters, and humans are just guests. So early in the morning, so many people making a racket, can't even let the birds sleep?!

  Several large birds, enraged by the ineffectiveness of the protest, flew high into the air and then dove down in a fighter jet-like fashion, releasing a droplet of bird feces onto the crowd before flying away happily.

  In that style, it can be absolutely called - professional! Even the ace pilots of the US military would give them a thumbs up.

  The other little birds tacitly understood, and one after another drew calabazas. For a time, the air was filled with "fighter planes", and "bird dung bombs" poured down like rain.

  The angry bird calls that filled the sky just now are gone, replaced by the birds' joyful singing voices.

  "Ah! Old Big isn't, right?! This is also a Hunter School trained Bird Soldier?! Actually has formation, somewhat decent!"; Chu Shi dodged left and right, but due to the space being too narrow, he immediately got hit by two "Bird Shit Bombs" in mid-air.

  "Wow! Boss, look at the crocodile, it's already prepared, no wonder it was dressed so strangely early in the morning!" Ximen Ding exclaimed, panting heavily.

  It wasn't until then that everyone understood why the alligator was wearing a raincoat and bringing an umbrella to their training session early in the morning.

  "Ah Niao Ren!" The two words escaped lightly from Zhang Hang's mouth.

  "Right, Birdman! A man just like a bird!"

  "Same kind of people as birds!"

  A chorus of approval erupted around him.

  "Shut up and run, you bunch of trash. Without my consent, shut your stinking mouths! Trash, you can only use bird shit to wash your faces. If you still can't satisfy me, I'll make you take a bath in polluted water! Go! Run!"

  The crocodile stretched its neck, stared with its eyes and roared loudly.

  If that's the case, if you add two more wings to it, it can perfectly blend into a "fighter jet formation" in the sky and become the leader of the bird team.

  "He's a real birdman!" A special forces soldier spoke out everyone's mind.

  "No. 142, shut your stinking mouth!"; raised the whip in his hand, and the alligator lashed out fiercely: "Treat my words as nothing? You trash!"

  Everyone only heard a "crack" sound, the whip accurately landed on the head of No. 132 and left a long blood mark on his right cheek.

  After years of practice, the whip method of "Crocodile" has become so divine that it can be drawn at will.

  It is said that his most proud classic work was, one time when eating a meal, he encountered a hungry fly competing with him for food. He used both hands to shoo it away for a long time but couldn't get rid of it. Finally, in a fit of rage, he picked up the whip on the table and struck the fly in two with one hit. From then on, whenever he went to the restaurant to eat, within three meters around him, not a single fly or mosquito was seen, and his reputation as "Life-Taking Divine Whip" had already shaken the flying creatures world.

  No. 142 was flogged and didn't utter a word, he just kept his head down and ran. To give advice to the crocodile is to ask for trouble unless you want to get out of this mess. A man under another's roof must lower his head.

  No. 141 saw his teammate being dragged away, the muscles on his face twitched irregularly, but he didn't say a word, and continued to run forward. If it weren't for his own country, he would have lost control long ago. The training here was too cruel, so cruel that they didn't treat them as human beings.

  It is bitter to eat bitterness, only then can one be a superior man. Although many people understand this principle, there are not many who can actually do it.

  "I'm very dissatisfied with your performance today, so I should have you take a dirty water bath to wake you up! Take them to wash."

  The alligator waved its hand and someone came forward to take them to a pond.

  Strictly speaking, this cannot be called a pond, and it is more appropriate to call it a manure pond. This manure pond directly connects to the cafeteria of the hunting school, and the wastewater from the cafeteria is discharged directly into it. In addition, there are also some human and animal feces floating on the surface of the water, as well as the carcasses of animals, with corpse insects crawling all over them. The entire manure pond is emitting a foul odor.

  "The pond has arrived, I think you all broke a sweat just now, now you can jump in and wash up. However, while you enjoy the fun of bathing, each person must dive for eight minutes, whoever can't do it, my whip will be happy to help him, and his dinner tonight will also be cancelled! If anyone wants to give up, they can go ring that fog bell! You'll be relieved! Got it?"

  The alligator shouted loudly.

  Got it!

  "Alright, dive in!"

  "Plop, plop..."

  A different " splash" sound echoed by the pond.

  The crocodile on the shore first took out a small bottle, opened the cap and applied some of its contents to his hand, then rubbed it onto his nose. The two subordinates beside him suddenly felt that the foul smell in the air had disappeared, replaced by the fragrance of perfume. It was definitely a brand from Paris, France, and the price was not cheap at all.

  The alligator, having finished his sniffing work, put the small bottle of expensive Parisian perfume into his pocket, took out his watch, pulled out a whip, and a pair of bright eyes like a wolf's began to constantly scan back and forth on the water surface, searching for a target.

  As long as there is a head exposed on the water surface, the whip in his hand can accurately hit the target within 0.7 seconds. And withdraw the whip within 1.5 seconds, and hit the second head within 2 seconds.

  He had practiced this move tens of thousands of times, and the last time he casually cut a fly in half with his chopsticks in a public dining hall was absolutely not a fluke.

  "Bang!" The first head emerged from the water's surface, with no reaction time at all. A sharp pain was transmitted to this special soldier's head, and he could only dive back underwater again.

  Wave after wave of foul odor pierced the nostrils of each special soldier, and these poor elites could not help but wish that their sense of smell would be numb, so they could suffer less. Unfortunately, as elite soldiers, their sense of smell was far too keen compared to ordinary people, and even a hint of stench would be infinitely magnified by their sensitive noses.

  Suddenly, a string of bubbles emerged on the surface of the water.

  From experience, the crocodile knew that it was because someone underwater couldn't help but vomit.

  Before long, sure enough, under those bubbles, a head emerged.

  Crack! In an instant, the whip struck its target with precision.

  "I protest, I strongly protest!" The special forces soldier shouted hoarsely.

  Just now, a dead worm in the water was constantly wriggling on his lips, he couldn't help but vomit, and suddenly choked with a mouthful of dirty water, his stomach churned with a wave of nausea.

  Affected by this, other special soldiers emerged from the water one after another, watching how the alligator would deal with it.

  "I protest against this inhumane and cruel torture! We are human beings, not animals, we have human rights! In less than a week's time, 4 people were injured, 5 people fainted and were hospitalized, almost didn't make it. Although you're our instructor, you have no right to do this!

  No.141 stared at Crocodile with his eyes wide open, shouting loudly: "What kind of special training is this? This kind of training that doesn't treat us as human beings we don't want!"

  "To hell with human rights! On the battlefield, there's no room for human rights. When the enemy surrounds you with absolute superiority, will they still talk to you about human rights and treat you like a person? They want you to die horizontally, and you absolutely can't die vertically; they want to make you light up the sky, and you absolutely don't have the chance to choose to light candles. Trash, you don't even understand such superficial logic! Now, here I'm in charge, either you dive down again for me or give up!"

  Everyone could clearly see the bulging blue veins on the alligator's neck, and 141's roar was easily overpowered by the alligator's bellowing.

  "I'm going to take you to the International Military Tribunal!"; No. 141 shouted hysterically.

  "Alright, you're the one hundred and eighty-sixth guy who wants to take me to the International Military Tribunal, but before you do that, I'm still the commander here. My orders, you must obey! Now, you have to complete my training program, if you can't finish it, you'll be eliminated; if you can't persist, choose to give up and go ring that fog bell! Besides this, there is no third choice!" The crocodile's neck muscles were still bulging, shouting.

  Special soldier No. 141 threw away the steel gun in his hand and walked towards the fog clock. Behind him, his team members followed.

  "Bang, bang, bang"; after three rapid knocks, the first special forces unit chose to give up.

  No. 141 and his team members quickly stepped away from here, one step, two steps, three steps...

  Slowly, No. 141's footsteps became slower and slower, he turned his head to look at the new friends he had just made, and suddenly felt a little reluctant to part with them.

  "In the 'water tank', every head was turned towards him, every pair of eyes were staring at him, 141 felt his legs becoming heavier and heavier, as if they had been filled with lead."

  When No. 141 received the national flag of his own country with trembling hands, his tears finally burst forth. At this moment, he felt that he was no longer a pride of his motherland, no longer a man standing tall and upright, no longer a qualified father, no longer a qualified husband, nor a qualified son, and even more not a qualified soldier!

  It was all decided from the moment he led his teammates out of Hunter School's special training.

  Perhaps in the eyes of the country, he is still an excellent warrior; in his daughter's eyes, he is still a loving father; in his wife's eyes, he is still a reliable husband; in his parents' eyes, he is still a son to be proud of.

  But in his own eyes, when he gave up everything here, the word "excellent" had already gone far away from him, and many things seemed to have gone far away from him.

  Because he chose in front of the world's special forces - to give up, a word that only appears on cowards.

  With reluctance, with regret, with fear, with pain, and with his teammates, No. 141 ultimately left reluctantly!

  But his back is so... desolate!

  The elites in the "pond" withdraw their pitiful, puzzled, and regretful gazes, without needing a crocodile to remind them, and voluntarily sink down into the "pond".

  For a soldier, there is no escape, only death in battle. If you flee once, you will regret and feel guilty for the rest of your life!

  Besides, now representing the dignity and honor of our motherland is a matter of life and death, even if I die here, I will have no regrets!

  So, in the subsequent special training, the crocodiles found that they had changed. One by one, they became fearless and didn't need encouragement from their own language. They didn't care about their "new tricks" or the intensity of their training. They became like machines, mechanically and firmly executing the crocodile's predetermined program, unless this machine malfunctioned or broke down and was sent for repair. Not a single machine went on strike voluntarily.