It's so easy to bond with each other, as Jack shares a cold beer with a few bruised-faced teammates, and talks about the windfall he received from the ogre and the changes it has made to their lives.

Don't look at the SEAL Team 6 is a T1-level special forces, which can be called the elite of the elite, but their income level is actually not high, taking Jason, the first-class non-commissioned officer as an example, all kinds of messy allowances and bonuses are added, and it is only more than 100,000 dollars a year.

And the players below him are naturally not to mention, like Clay, who has just gotten rid of his rookie status, and his annual income is on par with that of Jack when he left LAPD two years ago.

The original gold has been carefully cashed out, some of it is used to pay off the mortgage, and some of it is saved into the children's education fund.

To be honest, listening to these guys talk about these trivial things, Jack really felt that these GIs were just ordinary people, not cold-blooded killing machines.

As Jason said before, Jack's training was just beginning, and after various trainings to confirm that he was well adapted to the underwater environment, the seals began to teach him how to use a breathing apparatus underwater.

There are generally two types of scuba apparatus, open circulation scuba apparatus and closed respirators, the former exhaled gas will be discharged into the water, forming the kind of puffing bubbles, which can only be used for deeper underwater operations.

The latter does not release air bubbles, and the exhaled air is collected back into the air tank, but the closed breathing apparatus usually does not dive to a depth of more than 10 meters, and is only suitable for covert approach to the target, not for underwater operations.

There are also underwater navigation, how to communicate underwater using sign language, and long and boring theoretical lessons.

At the same time, Jack also has to learn about explosives, both land combat blasting and underwater blasting, interspersed with training in the use and maintenance of various small arms.

Time flies, a month passes, and Jason, who has been busy running at both ends, while taking care of his seriously injured wife, and assigning a training plan to Jack, is shocked to find that his plan is almost torn up.

Real seal training is far more brutal than what Jack has experienced, a heavily armed swim in less than 15 degrees of water, a group of people carrying a rubber boat into the waves, paddling for miles to complete a certain goal and then returning, carrying the rubber boat back to the starting point.

There are also long-distance running training with sand all over their bodies, enduring the severe pain of broken skin coming into contact with the seawater, crawling on the beach beaten by the waves at the risk of infection or even ulceration under the crotch, and still in the cold sea breeze.

There was an even more terrible week of hell, with a total of five days, four meals a day, no rest time except training for training, and a total of less than six hours of sleep during these five days.

Jack didn't enjoy these terrible experiences, and of course there was no need for it, after all, Jason originally just hoped that Jack could keep up with the rhythm of his team and not lag behind in the battle.

But soon this kid proved himself with practical actions, not only his physical fitness surpassed everyone else, but also shooting, fighting, CQB and other events were not inferior to his own team members.

Although Jack is still far from a true Operator on the whole, it is surprising that he can quickly get started in a few days by teaching a skill like this, and quickly become proficient in learning at a similar level as theirs.

Jason was surprised to find that in just one month of training, Jack had perfectly achieved his original expectations, and there were still two months to go, and he couldn't think of any new training plans other than continuing to let him participate in CQB drills to hone in the tacit understanding between his squad.

Jason had a feeling that even if it took 8-9 months for Jack to go through full SEAL training, he would eventually stand out and become the kind of top rookie that the detachments were vying to be the first to grab.

Fortunately, someone who was eager to learn how to parachute and fly an airplane was quickly made by someone who was embarrassed and relieved not to actually receive full special operations training.

Jack has gained a lot this month, not only has he learned professional diving skills, but he has also reached the proficient level of piloting small boats, so he is no longer satisfied with amphibious special operations, but sets his sights on the sky.

As a veteran sergeant major, Jason still has some energy, and of course, this may have something to do with Jack's phone call to Rosie.

After signing a series of life-and-death agreements, Jack was sent to the plane, not just throwing him from the sky with an umbrella bag, of course, but to the Army Airborne School in Fort Benning, Georgia, for basic parachute training.

Starting from the basic high jump platform, learning the landing protection posture, learning the theoretical knowledge, folding the parachute bag, and finally climbing the high paratrooper training tower, Jack only took three days.

As a pretending prisoner who can use a heroic landing position when jumping from a height of three or four meters, the paratrooper training tower that is only a few dozen meters high is obviously not enough to scare him.

A week later, he jumped off a small propeller plane and performed his first "Sir, let's land on both feet!" (Hell Paratroopers, Eternal God!! ）。

However, this was only the beginning, and after a few simple skydives, he spent most of the two weeks, except for basic physical training, in the wind tunnel of skydiving training, learning how to adapt to the currents and control his posture in the air.

After overcoming psychological barriers, ordinary skydiving is not too difficult except for some unexpected risks, and it has even become a sport that can be participated in by old ladies in their seventies and eighties.

After all, the automatic parachute opening device is very mature, and you can learn to use a reasonable posture to land in the face of different terrains.

For Jack, simply experiencing a skydive, or upgrading his skills to the level of an ordinary airborne soldier is obviously not his expectations, after all, he is in the country now, it is nothing more than a matter of spending some money.

Anyone with a modicum of military knowledge has heard that the most common and dangerous ones in special operations are HAHO (High Jump High Open) and HALO (High Jump Low Open).

Ordinary skydives usually don't exceed 3,000 meters, and you can jump straight down with a shirt and shorts, as long as you don't forget to carry a parachute.

Both types of skydiving are high altitudes that are different from conventional skydiving, and the altitude is usually between 6 km and 10,000 m, depending on the mission.

Unlike a chicken game, when a person is really at an altitude of more than 5,000 meters, he will face three problems, namely hypoxia, hypothermia and decompression sickness.

The first two are well understood, but few people know about high-altitude decompression sickness, which is the same principle as decompression sickness caused by the sudden rapid ascent of deep-sea diving, where the dissolved nitrogen in the blood turns into bubbles under low pressure to block blood vessels, which can directly kill in severe cases.

Therefore, in many film and television works, those who open the hatch and jump directly from a height of 10,000 meters are superheroes, and serious people are honestly sitting on the transport plane, just like Jack is now, wearing a cold-proof suit and an oxygen mask for pre-nitrogen discharge.

After 75 minutes of pure oxygen, the air pressure in the cabin became lower and lower as the altitude climbed, and then everyone began to fart uncontrollably, and the smell in the cabin became more and more strange.

Fortunately, no one can smell it now, and in the communication channel, the SEALs are making vulgar jokes with each other, giggling as if they are about to participate in an ordinary outing.

As the sound of the motor came, the rear door of the C130 slowly opened, forming a slope, and the whistling wind almost drowned out the roaring engine of the aircraft.

The early morning sun shone into the cabin through the thin atmosphere, and Jack's adrenaline began to secrete slowly, and the whole person involuntarily began to get nervous.

I didn't jump the parachute, I checked a bunch of information, and I tried to make everyone feel real when I had stars in my eyes.

PS, Master Chief is a real man!

(End of chapter)