The afterglow of the setting sun casts on the pitch-black curtain wall of the headquarters building, creating golden ripples.

The people inside naturally can't see the magnificent and dazzling scene outside, and the thick curtain wall filters all kinds of light well. At this moment, the sky has not completely darkened, but the interior of the office building, as always, is brightly lit, and the dazzling fluorescent lamps have never been extinguished day and night, which is unthinkable in this era, because the word waste, in turbulent times, is a word that is rarely mentioned.

In the corner of the top floor, someone pushed open the window, and the strong wind outside seemed to find an outlet, pouring in unscrupulously, and in an instant, the documents on the desk were blown everywhere.

The middle-aged man stood in front of the window, letting the cold wind blow in the sky on the tips of his slightly silver hair, his eyes were firm, and the lines of his face were resolute, revealing a vigorous and capable atmosphere. He wears a delicate dark suit with a cut and ironing fit on the upper body, and a simple pair of crisp trousers on the lower body.

He stood in front of the window, facing the strong and humid wind and waves, his pale blue eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the sunset that was about to disappear behind the clouds.

There was a knock on the office door behind him, and the middle-aged man who was looking into the distance slowly retracted his mind, and did not show the slightest impatience because he was disturbed, but spoke in a voice as calm as a machine, "Please come in." ”

"Mr. Richard," a young civilian-looking man timidly opened the door and walked over to gently place a report on the table, "this is the list of members of this Academy's Academy submitted by Mr. Hudson, please take a look." ”

The young girl stood awkwardly, but soon noticed that the room was littered with papers, and bent down to pick them up. The girl wore very little, simply put on a shirt, and her figure was hot enough, the moment she leaned down, from top to bottom, along the white and beautiful neck, you could see a surging snow white below, and the half-kneeling posture exposed the perfect curve. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the buttons on the collar of the shirt were buttoned two less, so as to show the turbulence that was about to come out more vividly.

The girl deliberately extended the time of pick-up without a trace, but closed the window, and the middle-aged man sitting on the leather sofa did not cast a single glance at her the whole time, but flipped through the documents several times with great interest.

The girl was stunned, and with some unwillingness, she put the sorted documents on the table, and cautiously asked if there were any other instructions.

"Let's go down." The middle-aged man waved his hand, understatement.

A hint of resentment flashed in the corner of the girl's eyes, but she still bowed honestly and walked out of the office.

The middle-aged man circled the names of the people on the list with a red pen, and there were a total of sixty-nine trainees participating in the training this time, but his eyes only fell on those who were born in the wasteland.

He circled them one by one, then closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then drew a tick or a cross.

Each report lists the students' abilities, skills, training and cultural level, personality and strengths, and a full-body photo is attached.

To be honest, this group of people is very good, each of them was bought by the company at a great price, and they are placed in any team, and they start at least at the level of the team leader.

However, there is still a gap between people. The original intention of the company is to select the most cutting-edge handful of extremely excellent elites, which will inevitably cause some relatively inferior members to be ruthlessly eliminated, which is also a helpless thing. After all, the greenhouse can't grow towering trees, and only flesh and blood can make them grow, so some people are destined to become nutrients for elites.

However, not all those who are eliminated are destined to die.

At this moment, the pen of the middle-aged man determines their life and death to a large extent, and every tick means that the instructors will try to preserve them as much as possible. Among them, those who have rare specialties are the majority.

The middle-aged man read it quickly, and the whole document quickly bottomed out, and suddenly his hand paused, because the student's resume on the last page was so concise and outrageous, only the name, expertise, and nothing else.

"Ye Suqin ....." The middle-aged man silently muttered the name of the cadet, and read back and forth several times a brief account of Hudson's assessment of his sniper ability.

The middle-aged man tapped his head with a pencil, closed his eyes and pondered, and only after a long time did he knock the call button embedded in the table.

The young female assistant knocked on the door again, and with a slight doubt, it had been less than ten minutes since she had left.

The middle-aged man pushed a resume over, "I want all the information I need about this little guy." Now, immediately, immediately. The middle-aged man made his needs clear word by word, and his eyes carried a rebellious and unquestionable majesty of a superior person.

"Yes sir, I'll do it right away," the female assistant scurried up like a rabbit and hurried away without looking back. It was the first time she had felt a strange mood swing from this gentleman, who had always been mild-mannered.

……..

At eight o'clock in the evening, someone came and lifted Ye Suqin out of the room in the troop dormitory and got on a bus.

In the whole car, in addition to the driver and one civilian accompanying him, there was only one passenger, and that was himself.

After an hour's hike up the mountain, we came to a very simple campsite.

It can be seen that much of the infrastructure has been recently built, and it has the fresh smell of new wood.

The civilian cadres went through the formalities for him, and then someone led him to a huge tent in the open air, pointed to an empty bed in the corner, and said, "This is your bed." ”

The visitor looked at him, who was obviously a little nervous, smiled and said, "Take it easy, little one, the training will be held in two days, in this camp, you can move around as you please, or you can leave, of course, leaving means abstaining." ”

"Except for training time, the rest of the time is free time, and no one will interfere with what you want to do. Except, of course, for them. The visitor pointed meaningfully to the other students in the circle around him, and said in a mocking tone.

After some basic introductions and explanations, the man left.

Ye Suqin looked around cautiously, and he found that the other students were also secretly casting concerned glances at him, but they disappeared in a flash and continued to do their own things.

The tents used as dormitories are very large, there are five, distributed on the left and right, and each one can accommodate 15 to 18 people, and this batch of students counts themselves, there are 69 people, but it is said that only 7 places will be admitted, that is, almost 62 people will be eliminated.

Rarely, seven of these students were girls, and some of them were pretty good-looking.

This phenomenon made Ye Suqin a little unimaginable.

There were fourteen roommates in the same tent, and the whole room revealed an eerie tranquility, all of them alone in their own bedding area, without any communication and contact. Some people are lying on the bed and reading books, some are sharpening their daggers with whetstones, some are doing bench presses and pull-ups, and some are shaking their heads while listening to rock and roll with headphones.

Ye Suqin came alone, except for the tattered tactical coat on his body, there was nothing, he lay quietly on the bed, closed his eyes and recuperated. Next to him is a girl who is unusually elegant and delicate in both appearance and figure, with short shaved hair that reaches her ears, her eyes have a heroic spirit that is not inferior to that of a man, and her gestures are mixed with a vigorous and resolute momentum.

The girl glanced at him before withdrawing her gaze, and once again rested on the old book in her hand, which had a very worn cover, and looked at it with relish.

"Hi, hello." Ye Suqin said hello. The girl ignored him, not even pausing her fingers to turn the pages. It was as if there was no one at her side, but an empty bed.

Ye Suqin was bored, lying on the bed obediently, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Two days passed.

The much-anticipated training day was a big disappointment, with just routine training in basic subjects such as walking in queues and jogging around the playground.

This made the people who were fully prepared, the knives were already out of the sheath, and the arrows were wound, there was a sense of loss that they had punched in the cotton.

The instructors at the front of the team were weak, laughing and scolding, and they did not restrain the students under their command, whether they were standing upright or loose and lazy, and the whole process seemed quite lax.

Ye Suqin also had a moment of stunned, in his expectation, this would be the beginning of a sea of swords, but the result was a child's play.

In the evening, there is a training in basic cultural classes, including the operation specifications of some weapons, the theoretical operation of vehicles such as vehicles and speedboats, as well as some knowledge related to survival in the field and ethics such as army building.

Some people in class were drowsy, while others listened carefully.

Ye Suqin found that most of the people who listened seriously were teenagers who came from the wilderness like himself and were thirsty for knowledge.

In this way, a week passed, and in the moment when everyone was caught off guard, the journey to hell slowly began.

On the first day of the second week, early in the morning.

A short, sharp whistle sounded abruptly over the camp, and less than ten seconds later, heavy machine-gun fire followed. The rain of bullets came in an instant, digging holes one after another in the thin tent.

Ye Suqin almost subconsciously fell out of bed, kicked over the marching bed, formed a thin shield in front of him, and at the same time touched the wardrobe with both hands, pulled out the bulletproof vest and put it on his body.

After glancing around, I found that I was still slow after all, and many people were already lying on the ground in full clothes, waiting for the rain of bullets to end.

Of course, there are many more people who are at a loss, lying on the ground with their heads in their hands, crying or shouting.

The rain of bullets lasted for three minutes, during which time everyone was fine except for one fool who panicked and scurried around and was beaten into a sieve.

The roller shutter door was lifted, and a special operations instructor armed with an automatic rifle walked in, beckoned to the rest of the group, and motioned for everyone to follow immediately.

The bare-bare cadets tried to put on their clothes, and someone tried to get their helmets, and a gunshot rang out, and one of the helmets was knocked away, and everyone was stunned to find that the instructor was staring at them with an unkind gaze, and there was a trace of gunpowder smoke hanging from the muzzle of the rifle in his hand.

There is no need for words, no warnings, everyone knows that if any more meaningless actions are made, then, the next shot, the bullet will hit the body, and the attitude of the other party shows that this is not a joke!

Everyone lowered their heads and followed the instructor out of the tent.

The instructor's pace grew faster and faster, and then he trotted headlong into the nearby bushes. The first group of well-dressed trainees followed without hesitation. Those who moved slowly, hesitantly looked at the branches covered with sharp barbs and the potholed terrain on the ground, and looked at their own strong and white backs, and their faces were sad.

There was a gunshot from behind, and they didn't hesitate anymore and gritted their teeth and got inside.

Ye Suqin swept away the chaotic branches with his hand, chasing the traces all the way forward, his steps did not hesitate, but the distance between the first few people and the instructor was gradually widening.

No one told him what would happen if he was left alone or lost, but it seemed that in the dark, he knew that the end would be serious, so serious that he couldn't bear it.

Because this is hell!

The mountain roads are rugged, thorny, and a large intricate area of primeval forest terrain blocks the direction of all directions. God knows, how could that damn instructor be able to walk like a ghost in such terrain, unaffected by the terrain in the slightest.

The original hysterical screams behind him were now replaced by muffled snorts, and the teammates who did not finish dressing in the first time were drenched in blood, many of them were cut from thorns to the ground, and many of them were so tired that they didn't even have the strength to cry, but they were just walking with their will like walking corpses. Rao was dressed for the first time like Ye Suqin, and he couldn't stand the ubiquitous messy branches, shrubs, and clumps of thorns, his face had been cut several times, and sweat dripped down and seeped into the wound, numb and itchy, as if countless ants were drilling in and out of the wound.

"Ahh There was a scream from the front, and a female student stepped on the air and fell down the hill.

It was a 60-degree slope, full of dead branches, clumps of weeds, and ghostly black dead trees. The female trainees rolled over a dozen times in a row, and their clothes became broken and messy under the scratches of stones and thorns. Suddenly, she pulled out her dagger and slammed it into the ground, and her falling body paused under the slight resistance.

She gasped for breath down the hillside, her face pale with large beads of sweat dripping from time to time, and her left foot was twisted at an unreasonable angle, half of her stubble of bones exposed.

Ye Suqin stopped slightly, and the girl below also found him, opened her mouth, and shouted in a weak tone, "Help me, save me, please." ”

From time to time, follow-ups passed by, staring coldly at the unlucky girl below, and then withdrew their gaze and walked forward non-stop.

Ye Suqin hesitated for a moment, his heart was entangled, and finally he gritted his teeth, turned his head and left with the large army.

The girl's face grew paler and paler, and finally she turned to despair.

The little boy who had left suddenly returned, carrying a long bamboo pole with a stubble that was still fresh, apparently freshly cut in the vicinity.

The girl's eyes lit up, and she quickly chopped two planks from the vicinity, tore off her coat and tore it into strips of cloth, and fixed her injured left leg, so that she regained her basic mobility slightly.

Those who can come here for training are strong-willed people.

With the handing of the bamboo pole above, the girl grabbed the end, her arm strength was amazing, and she lifted her whole body up with only one hand, and climbed up with a limp.

Ye Suqin pulled the bamboo pole on it, and under the combined action, the distance between the two sides was gradually narrowing, and there were still seven or eight meters to climb up.

Both of them smiled at the same time.

Suddenly the girl's movements stopped, her smile gradually stiffened, she looked a little dazed, and she seemed scared and panicked, and finally all the emotions gradually dissipated, replaced by a miserable white smile, she raised her head, and said something to the little boy above, the voice was too small to hear clearly, only to see her lips roll up and down.

Ye Suqin blinked, and it took a long time to read out from the squirming of his lips, the girl's last word, which seemed to be saying thank you.

Boom, there was a loud bang, and the scorching fire exploded.

Half of the girl's body flew into the air, then fell down with a heavy fall, smashing down a bush.

Ye Suqin was affected by the aftermath of the explosion, and the whole person was thrown out, and when he got up from the mud pile, he was facing this miserable scene.

- Landmines!!

The wild grass around it was cut down by the scattered fragments, the smoke rose from the crater created by the explosion, and the shrubs were lit by open flames and crackled.

Ye Suqin stood still and did not move, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes under the firelight, he just looked at it in a daze for a while, and then began to trot to keep up with the team in front.

I don't know how long I've been running, every capillary on my body is desperately spitting sweat, and every cell in my body is tearing and screaming. The jungle terrain is a great test of one's physical fitness, especially since the morning has been a full three hours of running. The body is already on the verge of collapse and wanders repeatedly, all relying on an extraordinary will to linger.

The stomach has changed from the previous cooing protest to the current weak twitching, and the moisture on the body is always on the verge of running out. The calves were sore, swollen and painful, as if they had been filled with lead water, and when they looked at it, there was still a thick bush in front of them.

As if in desperation, he peeled off the thatch in front of him, and suddenly it was a smooth and gentle slope.

Figures that had long since disappeared came into view again, and on the flat ground, countless figures were running or walking slowly. It was the first group of team members, and they were at the front, and behind them, the sound of Suo Suo was heard, and another wave of people rushed out.

The farthest one had reached a distance of five hundred meters, and there seemed to be a small tent at the end, where smoke curled and there was a charming smell of food.

The throat unconsciously secreted saliva, and the exhausted physical strength seemed to come back bit by bit.

With a long-lost smile on his face, Ye Guqin took a step forward, like countless people beside him, and ran towards the tent in front of him. However, a sharp whistling came from overhead.

"Lie down!" I don't know who shouted.

Some people are confused, some are surprised, some are panicked, and some are desperate.

The surroundings turned into a sea of fire in an instant, countless mortars. Shells fell, explosions came and went, fragments everywhere and shock waves swept in.

The short one-kilometer road has become a line of fire.

Rush over or die.

The choice becomes extremely singular.

Ye Suqin saw the person lying next to him using all fours together, like a wandering gecko, crawling forward quickly, and someone stood up with a low body, running quickly and serpentinely against the ground, dodging the shells that fell at any time from time to time.

Everyone is showing their talents, after all, no one who can participate in the training is a general.

Ye Suqin narrowed his eyes, quietly observing the shells whizzing overhead, silently calculating the time difference between the trajectory and the launch interval in his heart.

"It's now!" Ye Suqin jumped up all of a sudden and ran quickly. After running continuously at the speed of 100 meters in a sprint for more than ten seconds, a flying pounce fell to the ground.

In the next second, a raindrop of cannonballs fell, making a loud noise that shook the heavens and the earth.

After waiting for the smoke to fade away, Ye Suqin jumped up again.

This was repeated several times, and the army green tent in the distance was impressively visible.

Approaching the target point, there is no mortar nearby. The shells are gone, and this is actually just a training exercise full of intimidation, all the drop points have been carefully calculated, distributed on the outer edge of the main runway from the cadets, although watching the explosions continue to rumble, in fact, there will be no real damage.

The artillery bombardment of the training, both in terms of density and firing gap, is extraordinarily long, and it seems that a loophole has been deliberately opened for the trainees to drill, after all, in the real war, the shelling saturation and gapless shooting are enough to reimburse the cadets of these three classes.

Ye Suqin stood up tremblingly and walked towards the camp.

Suddenly, a chill hit his heart, almost subconsciously glanced, and a little reflection appeared on the low hill in the distance, as a sniper, Ye Suqin was very familiar with what this kind of reflection meant. Before his brain could react, his body was already dodging quickly, and a high-speed spinning bullet landed where he had just stood, sending up a plume of dust.