Chapter VII Soldier's Diary

July 29, 665 in the Imperial Calendar, sunny. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There are still two days before the graduation of the recruits, and I thought that I would wear a red flower, stand proudly on the parade platform, and accept the envy or jealousy of the recruits of the same period as an excellent recruit. But unexpectedly, we will be mysteriously taken to a convoy to accept the first multiple-choice question of our military career.

The instructor, who always had a warm smile on his face, asked us: Do you want to become an invincible imperial soldier? Or would you rather go to the Wehrmacht or the Yulin Army, become a soldier, and then end your military career like that?

The King of Soldiers, the invincible King of Soldiers of the Empire!

That's my dream, I grew up wanting to be the sharpest sword in the Empire, and when I heard about the special forces from the Voice of the Empire again and again, I swore that in the future, I would also become the invincible king of special operations soldiers.

So, I didn't hesitate to choose the first one!

Although I know that this path must be a rugged path full of all kinds of grinds, I firmly believe that I will pass through this grind path to reach the holy land of my dreams!

Special forces, I'm coming!

July 30, 665 in the imperial calendar, sunny.

Locked in a closed transport vehicle, the damn hovercar flickered and flickered, making people uncomfortable for a long time. Although the base of the special forces cannot be exposed out of secrecy, it is really sad to treat the future special forces king like this, and I made up my mind at that time that I must blind the magic alloy dog eyes of those special forces during training!

When the hovercar stopped, I couldn't wait to see the magic of the special base, which has been rumored for countless years, which is really yearning!

But unexpectedly, we were actually placed outside the base, a special base called hell by the chief instructor, and actually refused to be open to the future invincible soldier king! This is really a sad thing - although the chief instructor calls himself the Demon King, and the group of instructors call themselves evil ghosts one by one, I believe that in the army that respects the strong, I will use my actions to gain their respect!

A few hundred meters away from me is the mysterious special base, and the clamor of those instructors makes me a little uneasy - the instructors are really special, they actually intimidate us with live ammunition, hum, what is the 4% mortality rate, liar?

July 31, 665, fine.

Tired, very tired.

The peculiar wake-up number in the morning, although for many of my companions, is an unspeakable pressure, but I really like this feeling, which makes me want to go to war!

But the all-day training made me lose the strength to even lift a pen and write a diary, I really admired the eight-person team, especially that Ye Zhan, who performed ordinarily in the recruit training camp, but I didn't expect to enter here, it actually broke out, which was really unexpected.

I can't believe that after a day of crazy pressing, they can run 15 kilometers with weights, I feel very stressed, everyone is an excellent seed, who is weaker than whom? But I firmly believe that I will be the final victor and get stronger and stronger!

What kind of torture will it be tomorrow?

August 1st, fine.

In many novels, there will always be such a description: the special combat soldiers, after firing tear gas into the house, rushed into the house with guns in hand, and eliminated the stubborn enemy......

Today, many, many tear gas canisters erupted in the camp, and the whole camp was shrouded in tear gas, and I grabbed my companion's body and got out of the camp, and the feeling of suffocating and burning the lobes of my lungs was like a rope of death, tightly wrapped around my neck, and at that moment, I realized that I was so vulnerable.

The demon king was furious, he tore apart the honor and self-esteem of all rookies with words, and then kicked two feet hard, and we were in the recruit training base, and the honor and pride that we desperately exchanged for were smashed by him.

At that moment, it seemed like we had lost everything.

I don't even know how I picked up the pen and wrote a diary tonight, my companions basically fell asleep at the end of the training session, I gritted my teeth and recorded in the diary, but I really don't know if I have the tenacity to write a diary again, but it's only been two days!

August 3, rain.

Tired, another day of crazy squeezing.

It's actually the fourth day, but I think it's a century long......

I found that all the training subjects were the same as the boot camp, but why was it so tiring? For the first time, I found that my faith was dissipating madly in this crazy oppression......

August 11, heavy rain.

Forty-three people were exhausted from yesterday's training.

I seem to be despairing, there is a villain who keeps tempting me, get out of here.

Deserter?

No! I'd rather die than be a deserter! I made this idea clear in the first place!

However, when the rain was pouring down, we practiced on the training ground with logs on our shoulders, and at the moment of the fall, my tears welled up.

By the heavy rain, I just want to cry like crazy, why should I suffer?

I hate it!

August 19, moderate rain.

It's rain again.

I remember when I first came, the demon king said that you can't quit in the early stage of special training, and if you quit, you're a deserter......

Today another companion was seriously injured, he broke his leg from a training log, and his lower leg was comminuted.

In fact, I saw that it was he who had collapsed the log himself, and then gritted his teeth and let the log knock him over, and I did not say anything - I could not let a companion who could grit his teeth and accept death be accused of being a coward......

I can understand him, and even envy him, because he managed to get a vacation.

Although the healing techniques of the medical officers restored his calf, how could the injured leg that had been healed by light magic withstand such intensity?

I don't know if he regrets it in the future, but I have been tempted by him, and I also want to be like him, to end this training that is worse than death, but how can I let go of the pride I once had?

Tired!