Rez Vázquez could only smile wryly, knowing that he had no room for bargaining, and fortunately twenty-four rounds of ammunition were not an impossible task to finish in two minutes.

After all, the M1 Garand rifle is also known as the Big Eight, and after eight rounds of one cartridge are fired, the metal magazine will jump out of the magazine on its own.

All he needed to do was press the new magazine into the magazine and aim and fire.

But the biggest problem now is that my hands and feet are shaking and I can't even hold the gun! It is not a simple matter to want to hit the target for 15 shots on a 200-meter target.

Just when Rez Vázquez thought that this was all there was to it, reality quickly took him upon him.

After lying on the firing position and firing two shots in succession, Rez Vázquez noticed that something was wrong, and the accuracy of this gun did not seem to be right, which immediately gave him an ominous premonition.

As a veteran and having experienced the professional training of Marine Corps Captain time, he has his own feel for weapons.

Although the hands of the two guns in front of them trembled badly, the bullets fired should definitely not be so far apart. Rez Vázquez, who had a feeling in his heart, managed to stabilize himself and fired a third shot at the target.

This time, he was very sure that there was definitely something wrong with the crosshairs of the gun, and it was absolutely impossible to hit according to the crosshairs, which made him unconsciously look at the soldiers around him.

But he found that the soldier didn't even look at him, just silently looked at the watch in his hand.

At this moment, he had a glimmer of realization in his heart, this was not a mistake at all, but it was deliberate, but he had already wasted three bullets, and now there were only twenty-one bullets left, and time was wasted at least more than forty seconds.

He had to be more cautious with the weapon in his hand, exhaled deeply, and forced himself into a state of calm. Remembering the impact point of the first three shots, he moved the muzzle position to the upper left little by little.

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Gritting his teeth, he fired a fourth shot.

Sure enough, this time the impact point was closer to the target. Time passed little by little, and all the gunshots in his ears were thrown out of his mind, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the target two hundred meters away.

The calculations began in my head, and finally the fifth shot was fired.

This time the bullet finally landed on the target paper, but it did not ring, but Rez Vazquez was no longer worried, he felt the temper of the gun, and at the same time, his breathing was slowly adjusted to the best state.

The soldier who supervised the design on the side obviously knew what the situation was, and the guy in front of him was not able to get on target. I couldn't help but glance at each other.

Rez Vazquez was not in the mood to pay attention to the eyes of the people around him, but carefully controlled the rhythm of his breathing, looking for the most suitable gap for shooting.

After all, it was a veteran who had undergone rigorous and professional training, and Rez Vázquez's sixth shot really hit the target.

This made him smile unconsciously.

As if to deliberately stimulate him, the warrior beside him suddenly reminded:

"One minute left."

This made his expression froze, and the pressure came over him to complete eighteen rounds in the remaining minute and make sure fourteen were on target.

He didn't have time to think about it, he didn't hesitate to pull the seventh shot, and sure enough, he couldn't panic, the bullet missed the target.

But Rez Vázquez didn't have time to think about it, and after exhaling deeply again, he did not hesitate to pull the eighth shot, and with a ding, the magazine in the magazine jumped out and flew a meter away.

Rez Vázquez didn't even look at the magazine that jumped out, and quickly inserted the new magazine in his hand into the magazine, but the magazine of the M1 Garand rifle was easy to clamp when installed, and in a panic, Rez Vazquez's hand was clamped fiercely.

The pain of the ten fingers connected to his heart made him gasp, but he didn't have time to think about it, and forced himself to control the rhythm of his breathing, "Peng, Peng, Peng" The gunshots kept ringing out.

As the soldier next to him sounded the command to "stop shooting", Rez Vázquez finally fired the last bullet from the gun.

Rez Vazquez, who had finished shooting, did not leave immediately, but lay on the ground and looked at the target in the distance.

Soon the warrior next to him showed a rare smile at him and said:

"Congratulations! Passed the design assessment and launched 16 shots. Please meet at the center of the camp! ”

Hearing this, Rez Vázquez had a sense of powerlessness that was about to collapse, which he had never experienced before, even on the battlefield in the rain of bullets, he had never experienced such an exciting feeling.

Knowing in his heart that his test had just begun, and before he could relax, after taking a deep breath of the earthy air, Rez Vázquez got up with difficulty.

According to the guidance of the soldiers, he dragged his tired body to the center of the camp to gather.

At this moment, the center of the camp is no longer the lively scene when the armed cross-country is set off in the morning, and there are only about 20 people in the center of the camp, lying on the grass in the camp.

They don't even have the strength to talk to each other.

Seeing this, Rez Vázquez didn't care whether the ground was clean or not, and sat down on the ground and lay down on his back, and soon a man with a medic sleeve came up and kicked him.

"Don't lie down on the ground after strenuous exercise, it will cause irreversible damage to the body, sit up quickly."

Hearing this, Rez Vázquez could only get up helplessly, and while he was lying on the ground, the number of people in the center of the camp was slowly increasing. He noticed that there were nearly 2,000 people running for the election yesterday, and after this morning's elimination, there may be less than 300 people.

Looking at the embarrassed comrades-in-arms around him, Rez Vazquez smiled wryly.

Fortunately, instead of continuing the assessment immediately, someone carried large vasks of food to the middle of the camp, so that everyone could feast and have a hearty breakfast.

After everyone had finished their breakfast, General Fang, surrounded by several officers, came up to them and unceremoniously told them that it would be the only hot meal they would have in the coming week.

The remaining 280 or so were each given a simple map, two days' rations, a sharp dagger and a flare-loaded flare, and they were given a week to figure out how to cross the jungle on the map on their own.

Soldiers who have evaded the encirclement and interception of the marines who have been eliminated and have not participated in the selection and successfully arrived at the destination within the specified time will automatically be selected into the Navy Special Tactics Research Group.

Fighters who do not reach their destination within the allotted time, or who are caught by their pursuers, will be eliminated. On the way, if there are soldiers who want to give up on their own initiative, they can take the initiative to fire the flare gun in their hands, and naturally the soldiers of the guard company will be responsible for taking them away from the assessment site.

When Rez Vázquez heard about this task, he felt that his whole body was not good, and he knew that he should have eaten two more bites of hot food just now.

But now that breakfast has been taken away, you say it's the last hot meal of the week, which makes him embarrassed.

Immediately after that, General Fang took the initiative to ask if anyone wanted to withdraw from the assessment on the spot, but no one chose to quit.

Because the assessment did not indicate whether the team could be formed, Rez Vázquez noticed that the second battalion commander Zhuang Xintian directly initiated the application for team formation in the team, and as a veteran who had participated in the German operation with the other party, he did not hesitate to join the other team.

Soon, three veterans who had participated in the European war like him came out and stood behind Zhuang Xintian together. After the number of team members reached five, Zhuang Xintian took the initiative to end the team.

Obviously, Zhuang Xintian was out of the consideration of avoiding the pursuers, and did not ask for more manpower, after all, more people means that the target is large, and it is easy to be tracked by a large army, or it is easier to avoid pursuit with fewer people, at this point, Rez Vazquez very much agrees with Zhuang Xintian's idea.

After the team of five people was completed, they rushed directly into the dense primeval jungle without hesitation, hoping to set off early to widen the distance between them and the search team as much as possible.

The dense primeval jungle is full of deep malice to all strange intruders, and the eyes can only pass through the dense branches and foliage in the primeval jungle that covers the sky and the sun and does not see the sun, and the mottled projection to the bottom of the jungle.

The sunlight passing through the jungle pierces the jungle like a sharp sword, bringing much-needed warmth to everyone.

Those of you who have spent a month in the Marine Corps training in basic jungle warfare are not particularly new to the rainforest, but they are definitely not comfortable with it.

Their five-man team had gone smoothly on the first day, without encountering any danger, but the speed of their march in the dense jungle could only be described as turtle speed.

After sleeping in a makeshift hammock made of rattan that night, the next morning it was discovered that one of the soldiers had been bitten by a poisonous insect and was in urgent need of treatment. After carrying him to a relatively open and safe place, the group helped him fire flares.

On the first day, one person was reduced, which made them feel a little depressed, but they couldn't give up, so they could only bury their heads and hurry, walking all the way, looking for some fruits and vegetables that could satisfy their hunger along the way.

On the third day, they encountered the first wave of search and arrest teams, which were detected by their alert and evaded in advance.

On the fourth day, they were ambushed by hunters at a source of drinking water, but fortunately they were spotted in time, but one soldier was also captured, leaving only three members of the five-man team.

They had to be more careful for the rest of the day.

By the fifth day, they had run out of dry food, and they had to hide and make their way to their destination, searching for food to satisfy their stomachs along the way.

At this time, Rez Vázquez was very grateful to the Amazon rainforest hunters who trained them in jungle survival knowledge. It was his training that allowed them to distinguish between edible plants and animals and poisonous ones, so that they would not be poisoned in the dense rainforest.

On the sixth day, as they got closer to their destination, the number of people rounded up grew, and their advance became more difficult. That afternoon, he noticed that someone behind them had followed them all the way.

Fortunately, Zhuang Xintian moved quickly for a distance, leaving traces of everyone moving forward, retreated and found a place to hide, and waited until the pursuers passed by, and then everyone quickly changed direction and went to the destination from another route.

On the seventh day, when the exhausted three people stumbled through the last blockade line and arrived at their final destination, General Fang personally applauded their smooth arrival.

This made Rez Vazquez, who felt that he had escaped death, that everything was worth it, and his gaze at the dense jungle again had become no longer afraid.

On the contrary, there is an indescribable tenderness, wanting to thank the other party for fulfilling himself, and the whole person is full of fighting spirit. He understood that he had succeeded in his challenge, and from this moment on, he was no longer an ordinary soldier, but a real second lieutenant.

No more thinking about whether you need to retire or not. But from this brutal selection, he realized that this naval special tactics research group may not be such a good place to be.