"God, I'm going to die!"

Even if he didn't look back, Wen Si knew who was complaining—it wouldn't be anyone else except the guy named William. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Although everyone doesn't like the training that is going on, he is the only one who shouts loudly.

So Thomas was very unhappy with him. "William•Mr. Butz, if you talk more, you'll be fired!" The black instructor at the front of the line turned around and shouted to him. "Look at the Chinese in the team, they don't complain at all, you should learn from them."

No complaints at all? Of course, no Chinese complained, because the current situation is not so bad as it gets. Wen Si thought that compared to the base of the Groom's Mountain, the Chocolate Hill [note] could simply be called a paradise.

But that doesn't mean any Chinese will like it here.

"Why do we have to train in such a place?" Wen Si said, the voice was not loud or small, but it was just enough for Zhang Biao in front of him to hear, "I actually want to train here for seven days, the boss really wants to think about it." ”

"Wen Si, why did you learn from those ghosts and start talking?" Zhang Biao glanced back at him, and there was a hint of warning in his voice. "If you don't want to lose your job, it's better not to care about this kind of thing, just do what your boss says."

"But there's no rule in the company that prohibits talking about that—"

"Just because there's no rule doesn't mean you can do it." Zhang Biao interrupted him, "Brother, it's right to listen to me, don't ask what you shouldn't ask." ”

Wen Si sighed. "You care too much about this job, Brother Biao."

"You don't care?"

"I'm just not like you—"

"Stop!" Thomas's cry suddenly rang out.

The contingent, which was marching with two columns, immediately stopped its advance in accordance with the order. Like Wen Si, all the mercenaries fell to the ground on one knee, their vigilant gaze to the left and right sides, and their index fingers were also placed on the ring of the trigger; They acted strictly according to the tactical moves they had learned, and the whole process was as smooth as a cloud.

But there is one thing, these mercenaries are not nervous. They are just training for survival in the wild in the Chocolate Hills area, and no one is going to attack them.

However, the reality is a little different from what they knew.

A strange but familiar voice suddenly came into Wen Si's ears, from far to near, getting louder and louder. His face turned pale in an instant. "Shelling! Take cover! ”

He wasn't alone. The whole squad heard the sound of falling shells, and as a result, almost everyone was shouting. And at the same time as the mercenaries shouted, four shells exploded less than fifty meters away from them.

Then there were four more shots.

The whole team was in chaos.

"We are under attack! Hell, we're under attack! ”

"Get cover! Find cover! ”

"Where is the enemy? I can't see them! ”

"Who's attacking us?"

"God......

As the mercenaries scrambled around looking for cover and looking for enemy positions, shells kept falling. The only good thing is that the enemy gunners seemed to be on poor accuracy, not a single shell fell into the mercenaries, and as a result, there were no casualties - at least not for the time being.

But anyway, everyone was knocked unconscious, some people started shooting indiscriminately, and the scene began to become more and more chaotic.

In the midst of this chaos, Wen Si searched for a cover that seemed safe enough for himself as fast as he could, a huge rock. He threw himself behind the rocks, quickly threw down the marching backpack on his back, then raised his gun and began to look for the source of the shelling.

He found no trace of the enemy's artillery or soldiers, who hid themselves well. Soon, though, a strange flash of light from a thousand yards away caught his attention. Wen Si didn't quite know what it meant, but he still aimed at the flash and fired a shot.

The flash disappeared immediately. Then, a string of machine-gun bullets flew over and hit the rock in front of Wen Si with such precision that he retracted his head in fright.

"It's dangerous. Just by that point, I'm finished......" Although he is not a Christian, Wen Si still follows the example of others and makes an irregular cross on his chest. Then he suddenly found Thomas hiding next to him, constantly making a cross and praying for God to bless him repeatedly.

Harry•Thomas was completely frightened.

Yet he was the commander of the troops, and everyone was waiting for him to give orders—whether clever or bad, he needed orders; Now is not the time for Mr. Thomas to panic.

Bunsi began to shake his shoulders. "Sir, your orders?"

"What?" Thomas looked up at him, nothing but panic in his eyes.

"Command, sir." Wen Si called again.

"Orders? What command? ”

"Your command, sir. You have to command us, you are our commander. ”

"Commander? Of course, I am your commander. Remembering his position made Harry•Thomas's panic lessen a little. He took several deep breaths in a row, then repeated, "Yes, I am your commander. I should give you orders......"

He stretched out his hand, straightened the baseball cap on his head, and then asked Wen Four, "What is the situation now, soldier?" ”

"The enemy is firing at us, and everyone is being ...... suppressed," Wen Si took a while to think of the word "suppressed". After a few more moments, he added, "They still have machine guns, sir. ”

"Machine guns? Where is it? ”

"Right in that position." Wen Si cautiously poked his head out and pointed in the direction where the bullet just came from, "Sir, I also saw a strange light there. ”

"Light?" Thomas was confused, "Why didn't I see it." ”

"I fired a shot at it, and then the light was gone, sir."

"I see." Thomas retracted behind the rock and began to think seriously about his current situation. It is clear that the enemy has at least four artillery pieces, and if the soldier next to him is right, they also have at least one machine gun, and from this point of view, the number of enemies should be in the hundreds.

Hundreds of armed men armed with artillery and machine guns ambushing a squad of mercenaries in training in the desert of the United States? Well, it's not entirely out of the question, but he still finds the enemy's actions rather strange.

No armed force would attack an opponent with artillery and not allow the infantry to fight—especially since the gunners were so poor that the enemy commander had no reason not to allow the infantry to fight.

And the group of gunners behaved too badly, even idiots would immediately change the firing parameters after discovering that their shells could not hit the target, but the shells fired by those guys always fell at least twenty meters away from them, as if they did it on purpose.

But why would they do it?

"Sir," Wen Si's call interrupted his thoughts, "I have a new discovery. ”

"What discovery?"

"I think ......," Wen Si hesitated for a few seconds, "I think it seems that the mortars fired at us are the company's mortars, sir." ”

"What?" Thomas exclaimed in surprise, "The company's mortar? Are you sure, soldier? ”

"Yes, sir."

Then that's it. Thomas knew that the only users of the mortars produced by the company were the Abyssinian army, but this army could not appear in the United States, so it was only the company's troops that were being shelled. At the same time, this can also explain why the "enemy" has not been able to send out infantry, and at the same time has not corrected the firing parameters.

Thomas breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't be alarmed," he cried out, "we are not attacked by the enemy, it is our own men who are firing at us." ”

"Your own people?" Five meters away, William•Butz was screaming, "Sir, we're being shelled, and you say they're your own people?" This is! ”

"If they weren't their own, you'd have been blown to smithereens, Mr. Butz." Thomas snapped back.

"But if it's our own people, why are they firing at us, sir?" Wen Si didn't understand.

"Quite simply, soldier, this should be a drill, or a test ......" Thomas's face suddenly turned white. A test? If this was really a test arranged by the company, then the squad he commanded seemed to be ...... No one passed.

Now it's a big problem.

As if to prove his judgment, soon the shelling stopped, and then some men on horseback appeared from a valley. They ran directly to the squad commanded by Thomas, and soon, the mercenaries recognized who these people were: Qin Lang, O'Connor, and Harrington......

"Assemble!" Thomas prayed as he gave the order.

The mercenaries quickly ran and gathered from where they were hiding. When they finished lining up, Qin Lang and the others also arrived—now, anyone could see the angry faces on the faces of the two bosses.

"You idiots!" O'Connor began to reprimand loudly as soon as he got off his horse, "Even after ten minutes of shelling, you still haven't launched a counterattack, if it's on the battlefield, you all have to see God—"

"Sean." Qin Lang stopped him and walked up to all the mercenaries, "Gentlemen, I am disappointed by your performance, especially you, Mr. Thomas. He stared at the black man for a moment, shuddering in fright, and then announced, "If you still fail in the later tests, you will be sent to Area 51 as a base guard." ”

District 51? Base guards?

"We'll work harder, boss." That's exactly what they meant.

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Note: The Chocolate Mountains are in southeastern California and are now an aerial shooting range for the U.S. Navy and Marine Corps. In addition, there is also a chocolate hill in the Philippines [ChocolateHills] (to be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the WWW.CMFU.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )