"Physical fitness, shooting, fighting, drill sparring...... These are all the contents of the assessment, and then the comprehensive score will be higher than the limit level. "Coincidentally, this black man was in the same dormitory as the cook.

After the meal, the curly-haired black man nicknamed "Axe" followed Hou Dasheng back to the dormitory. At the same time, he explained the grading rules here: "We have a month to achieve a 'B' standard. Those below grade B will be eliminated. ”

"Only those who have achieved the minimum required B grade will be eligible for training in the next section. Our training period is three months, and if we survive three months and are not eliminated, we will be considered graduates. ”

The cook shrugged his shoulders and said he understood. The axe rubbed his hands excitedly and said to the cook, "You know?!" If we can graduate from here, then our daily wage will also be raised. Those who go out of the Blood Mountain training camp and join other mercenary groups can get at least three hundred dollars a day! Some dangerous missions can even get 800 dollars! ”

Three hundred dollars a day?! The cook swallowed a mouthful of saliva, this silver is so easy to earn!

"But the training fee here is not cheap...... but seeing the axe crying with a sad face, he said: "The training fee is 30,000 yuan, and it must be recommended by a student or mercenary group who has graduated from here." Regardless of whether it is eliminated or not, the tuition fee is non-refundable......"

Hiss~~ Hou Dasheng gasped, good guy! It's 30,000 US dollars in three months, which is not cheap! I just made a rough calculation in the cafeteria, and there must be more than 100 people at the bottom.

Isn't there going to be millions of dollars in this calculation?! But think about it, if you can get a salary of hundreds of dollars a day after you get out of here, it's nothing.

"Axe, how did you get there?! Are you also a mercenary?! Hou Dasheng asked the axe curiously, and the latter shook his head firmly: "No, I'm not a mercenary. ”

"I was sent by the tribe for training, and our tribe has hired some mercenaries to fight. I happened to know English, and then I got a letter of recommendation from these mercenaries. My father decided to let me come for training. That's right, my father was the chief of the tribe! ”

Hou Dasheng nodded when he heard this, this is a matter of course. What if I let someone else in the tribe train and go back and overthrow the chief?! The one who wields the force must be the chief.

"Okay, I have to go to training in the afternoon. At most, you'll have a day off today, and you'll have to train with us tomorrow. The axe patted Hou Dasheng's shoulder with a smile and said, "Tell the truth, buddy! You'll be able to get a D-level qualification on day one, which is a good place to start. Hopefully you can pass the training. ”

"I hope you too."

The next day, the training officially began. But the training here is completely different from the training that Hou Dasheng once received from his uncle, and even the training given to him by the jackals.

I get up here every morning at 6 a.m. and start a five-kilometre cross-country with a full load of five kilograms. Your rating will be determined based on the time of your arrival, followed by breakfast.

After breakfast, it's time for shooting training. There are instructors watching here, and you just ask them and they will tell you the main points of shooting. But you don't expect them to train as carefully as the manipulator Hou Dasheng did, everything depends on you.

"Whew...... "The cook now weighs 35 kilograms, including combat boots, combat vests, combat bags, steel helmets, and M16A1 assault rifles............ Wait a minute.

But even though he had exercised in the jackals, he still didn't have an advantage here. Running in the middle of the pack, that's where he's now. And at the front, there was a group of A-class soldiers.

But Hou Dasheng was not in a hurry to run up, he knew better than anyone that if he forcibly exerted force, it would only cause damage to his muscles and even bones. Therefore, he chose to exert his strength slowly, anyway, there is a month.

In the morning, five kilometers of armed cross-country are cross-country, and breakfast is served after the run. Eat in five minutes, then start shooting training. A shooting range for twenty people, with only three instructors watching. Everyone takes turns to fight, and those who are assigned to the next group go to fight training.

"Bang bang bang...... Da ......" There was a burst of gunfire on the shooting range, and each person would fire ten rounds in advance. No, the instructor only distributed so much at first. When you're done, you stop.

When everyone is done, the instructor will collect the target paper to see everyone's results.

"Idiot! At the 150-meter target, three out of ten shots missed the target!! What's in your brain?! Stones?! Or did you mate with your mother and donkey?! ”

When the target paper was sent back, naturally some people were scolded by the instructor.

"And you! You're better than a fool, and you're all on target. But it's all outside the five rings! What are you fighting?! You're wasting bullets! ”

With black faces, the three white instructors scolded almost everyone. Only then did he rush a few people to practice aiming at the target - the instructor thought that these people were just wasting bullets when they started shooting now.

And Hou Dasheng's target has been honed by the manipulator, and the results are relatively good-looking. Played 7 8 rings, two 9 rings and one 10 ring.

"You're still so-so, change AK to fight." AK, naturally, refers to AK47. Hou Dasheng is not qualified to refute here, and the instructor said that he can only do anything.

"Da ~ Da Da ~ Da ......" Fortunately, AK Hou Dasheng is not less useful, although the results are not as good as the M16 just now, but they are all within the 7 rings.

The instructor glanced at Hou Dasheng: "Okay, you go to the 200-meter target!" It's a waste of time here...... Well, you don't need to go to the fighting class. Go to the crocodile instructor and he will tell you what you're going to learn next. ”

Hou Dasheng shrugged his shoulders, what could he say?! He handed the gun to the instructor, gave a military salute, and left the shooting range directly. The 200-meter target is next door, and the students who shoot there are basically A- and B-level trainees.

And as soon as he walked out of the shooting range, he saw the colonel waiting for him at the door.

"Kid, you're doing a great job! It's worthy of being sent by a jackal, but you're only a C-level now. And don't forget, this is just a preliminary elimination, and the next training will be even more brutal. ”

As he spoke, the colonel took off the badge on Hou Dasheng's chest. Place a skull printed with three silver.

"Colonel, I have a question." Hou Dasheng raised his hand and said in a deep voice. Hearing this, the colonel nodded: "You say!" ”

"Why are there grades among our students? I'm a jackal, and I don't see anyone grading each other unless it's wartime. ”

When the colonel heard this, he smiled slightly: "Those who come here are indeed students. However, do you think that we can produce the same good fighters as the national system in just three months?! ”

No, apparently not. Hou Dasheng didn't say it, but he knew in his heart that it was the truth.

"For a month, those below the B level are just cannon fodder. We don't have that much time to train cannon fodder, they just need to be able to shoot and run fast, and that's pretty much it. What can you expect cannon fodder to do?! Of course, if the cannon fodder wants to continue to be a mercenary and fight for his own life, we don't care. ”

The colonel shrugged: "Since you asked, I'll just say it." I'm sure you've received some training in jackals, otherwise you wouldn't have performed so well here. Of course, you're still a rookie in my eyes. Even if you graduate from here, you're only a little better than cannon fodder. ”

"The first month of training was more about elimination than training. Of course! We have to be able to afford our clients' training fees, so we teach them the basics of shooting, armed marching, and combat. The rest is of little use to cannon fodder if you learn more. Moreover, there is not so much time to waste for cannon fodder. ”

"The second month is the rigorous assessment period. You will begin to embrace discipline, teamwork, precision shooting, mobile shooting, forced marching, battlefield fighting, ...... And so on. At that time, it was real. Those who are not qualified will still be eliminated. ”

"As for the third month......" the colonel grinned, "wait until you get through the second month, let's talk about it." ”

Hou Dasheng shrugged his shoulders, gave a military salute to the colonel, and then turned to leave. He also had to go find the crocodile, the guy who looked like a felon, and he was also supervising Hou Dasheng and the others to run in the morning.

"The third month is the actual battle. What is dead is eliminated. If you can not die, you are qualified......" Looking at Hou Dasheng's back, the colonel said in a low voice: "In low-intensity actual combat, luck and strength are important. If you die, it means that you didn't eat this mouthful of food. ”

Of course, Hou Dasheng couldn't hear what the colonel was saying, even if he heard him. He's on a thief ship now, and he's made a wrong step. Ever since he slaughtered an idiot on the construction site, he can now only go all the way to the dark.

Either you succeed in joining the jackals and make a name for yourself to get the real identity of another country. Or just like a wild dog, wandering on the African continent and having no home to return to.

This is not the day Hou Dasheng wants, so all he can do is move forward. Or give yourself a future, or die on the battlefield.

"Two hundred meters target, come! Let me see how you play. The crocodile smiled and handed an AK-101 to Hou Dasheng. This gun is much stronger than the AK and M16 used before.

Grabbing the gun, Hou Dasheng directly lay down and put the gun on the shooting rack. But he paused, stood up, took off his clothes, and padded on the shooting rack. This small gesture made the crocodile nod.

Naturally, there is recoil when the gun is fired, and if it is not suppressed, then the muzzle will be prostituted. If you press too hard, the muzzle will move downward, which will affect the accuracy of the shot.

And the shooting carriage is too hard, and the force of pressing down too much will cause the muzzle to bounce at the moment of shooting. Therefore, the shooting rack has to maintain a certain degree of elasticity. It is better to be able to absorb part of the power of the shot.

Try to keep the muzzle as smooth as possible, which will ensure your shooting accuracy.