There is a kind of training, if it succeeds, only one person survives, and if it fails, it is the whole army. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Formal training naturally does not allow for casualties, but this is also inevitable in brutal training, while informal training may be the survival of the fittest and the survival of the strong.

At the end of the year, our special service company was dragged to a completely unfamiliar place for anti-terrorist training, and we met an officer who was wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night, ordered us to squat down in line, and then briefed us on the exercise.

This is a semi-open anti-terrorism exercise, in which a team A pretends to be a "terrorist" and a team B becomes a counter-terrorism team, and the two sides face off to decide the winner, and then the identities of team AB are reversed to each other for a second round of showdown.

"Terrorists" can use unconventional means, including: extorting confessions, using hostages to lure the enemy into appearance, disguised as the enemy, etc., but the anti-terrorist team can only use regular tactics to eliminate the enemy.

After more than an hour of introducing the rules of the exercise, we all felt soreness in our legs, tired and hungry, and almost fainted.

The officer ordered us to sit on the floor and called in a team of cooks to distribute steamed buns, pickles and cold water to us.

In the face of such an environment and such a diet, those with poor physical fitness have to get sick, but we are all hungry and do not choose to eat.

The officer continued to us: "You are now the anti-terrorist team, when you finish eating, you will immediately go to the car to get weapons and clothing, of course, these weapons and ammunition are for simulation, you can only stun people without hurting people!" ”

Some fighters have slowly stood up, biting on steamed buns, and began to move their legs and feet on pickle gnocchi.

I was so hungry that I devoured it and digested it slowly in my stomach.

Ten minutes later, the officer was walking forward, the miner's lamp on his head pointing us in the right direction, and we were busy following him.

On a hillside, a military truck with a camouflage canvas canopy was parked, and a group of cooks opened the tailgate of the truck and handed out special training uniforms to us.

"The models and sizes of these costumes are different, you can change them yourself, you have to be fast, and those who are dressed will follow me to get weapons and ammunition!"

I received a set of special training uniforms, first unfastened the shoelaces of the yellow rubber shoes, took off the olive green military uniform on the army, and changed into a camouflage special training uniform.

After putting on the steel helmet, I tightened my belt and wore gloves as I followed the officer.

He led the way in front and said to himself: "Your speed is fast, but if you want to survive here until the end, it is absolutely not enough to rely on the skills trained in the army alone, who can stay until the end?" ”

I hurriedly asked him, "Chief, are you talking to me?" ”

"No, I'm talking to you!" He came to a stuffy tank cart, and the driver gave him a military salute.

The officer stared at me one by one and said, "Xiao Lu, distribute weapons and ammunition to Private Yuan Chenghua!" ”

The driver, Xiao Lu, immediately took the order, jumped out of the cab, ran to the side of the stuffy tanker, opened the door, and took a Mosingan rifle, a white Browning pistol, a military stab, ten rifle bullets, thirty pistol bullets, and a miniature first-aid kit and handed it to me.

"These weapons and bullets are specially made for training, and they are all numbered, if you are killed by the opponent, someone will remove you from the battlefield after ten minutes, and if you kill the enemy, show out his ID!" The officer took out a photo ID from his handbag and handed it to me.

I quickly armed myself, put away my papers, and saluted him.

"Now you go find a hidden hiding place, be careful to distinguish friend from foe, and when there is only one person left, the exercise is over!" The officer gave me the order.

I immediately ran towards the hillside in the distance, which was bare, and it was not easy to find a hidden hiding place. This is not the first time I have participated in this kind of training, and it is easy to deal with.

Behind a rock, I stopped, pulled out the thorn, and dug a pit in the ground, but I found that the thorn discharged, and there was a special shock switch, which turned out to be a stun stick.

Before I could dig a few times, the thorns hit the rocks, and it seemed that it was impossible to dig a pit and hide.

I need to find a natural hiding place, so I close my eyes, turn my body, and look around, my special skills are very strong, I can see farther and clearer with my eyes closed, and I can also see things that are not visible to the naked eye.

These black and white shadows are wandering remnants, afraid of people, but when people are alone, they will wait for an opportunity to scare people.

A dark shadow saw that I was alone, and quietly approached me.

These remnants pose no threat to me, and they are of no use, but I don't have any ghost talismans now, only the Ghost Pistol, which can only be used in my out-of-body state.

So the immediate priority is to find a safe hiding place and fall asleep quickly.

However, there was no safe hiding place in this poor mountain and wilderness, and this black shadow quickly floated towards me, and I could not resist it, nor could I make an effective counterattack, so I could only flee.

While fleeing for my life, I saw some comrades also rushing towards me.

At the top of this hillside, I stopped and saw that two military vehicles had started and slowly drove away from the place, and the exercise began.

The battle in the dark night was more difficult and intense, and luckily I had night vision skills, but I was haunted by a ghost.

There is only one way for ghosts to deal with people, and that is to intimidate, and there is no other way.

No matter what the hell, ordinary or powerful, I can only rely on the terrifying sight to frighten people, this remnant soul floated behind me, and quickly transformed into a body, its body was burned to death, so with its original face can scare people.

Unfortunately, it didn't work for me.

What horrible sight have I not seen? So when it poked its twisted head at me, I unceremoniously made a "grimace" that startled it.

Taking advantage of the moment it was frightened, my body quickly retreated, and then deliberately fell, rolling down the hill.

With the help of snow, this way down the mountain is faster, which is a bit risky.

The hill wasn't steep, so I quickly stopped rolling and shook off the ghosts behind me, and I lay on the ground not wanting to get up, hoping that the snow would cover my body, but there was no snow tonight, and my hopes were in vain.

In addition to enemies, this mountainous area is infested with fierce beasts.

The "enemy" may keep his life as a hostage, but the beast will only fill its stomach with your flesh.

A pair of small green eyes appeared in front of him, and it was a mountain wolf.

I slowly crawled towards it, we now have to use each other, in order to survive, the mountain wolf is also a clever and cruel beast, more cunning than the steppe wolf, when it encounters a strong enemy, it will retreat, and when it encounters a lone enemy, it will wait for an opportunity to attack.

This is an adult mountain wolf, and I'm glad it's acting alone, and I'm a lone one in its eyes.

We're close to each other, and if I don't use guns, we're not necessarily its opponents.

The wolf was getting closer and closer to me, only a meter away, and I could already smell the fishy smell coming from it, and it stopped moving, staring at me with a pair of small eyes, and then it cracked its mouth, revealing its dagger-sharp fangs.

I closed my eyes, clenched my spur, and pressed my index finger to the shock switch, ready to attack.

I must kill with one blow, and I must not let this mountain wolf howl, or I will reveal my position.

The other man tentatively scratched my steel helmet with sharp black claws, but I didn't react, and it was not time to strike.