It's quiet in the base, and many times it's as quiet as a grave. Except at certain times, there will be a rush of sirens. At this time, all personnel must be assembled. Lin Rui originally thought that this was the same as in the army, an emergency assembly anytime and anywhere, in order to develop the habit of being alert at any time and being ready to devote himself to military operations at any time. But after a few times, he realized that there was a pattern.

Every day at the same time, there will be such an emergency gathering. Zhao Jianfei's explanation is that every day at this time of day, satellites will pass over the sky. The best way to avoid this bootcamp from being discovered is to bring everyone together and avoid exposure.

Lin Rui guessed correctly, this is a former Soviet military base, with the disintegration of that huge country, this place has long been forgotten and has become a paradise for mercenaries.

Today, there are two other people who appeared with Zhao Jianfei. One black, and one Asian. Both men were dressed in heavy snow camouflage and some dampness from their military boots, as if they had just arrived at the base for a short time. Lin Rui's heart moved slightly: Could it be that these are the other two instructors in the training camp?

Zhao Jianfei made a gesture and said, "Stand up, come and meet your other two instructors." This is Quentin, who teaches you camouflage reconnaissance and covert operations, as well as the best Demoman. Zhao Jianfei pointed to the somewhat gloomy black man, "He will also teach you how to survive on the battlefield." In the ninety-four years of the Rwandan massacre, nearly a million people were killed. And he was only eighteen years old at the time, but he lived alone in that hell on earth for more than two months. There is no supply, no backup, not even hope. ”

The black man behind Zhao Jianfei looked calm, as strong as a stubborn stone.

Zhao Jianfei turned to another Asian and said to everyone, "This is Tang Kun." A military doctor by profession and an expert in dangerous ranged sniping, but if you want to play melee combat with him, you're going to die. Because although he is a terrible sniper, what really makes him famous is hand-to-hand combat, and he once dominated the underground fighting arena, terrifying even the most dangerous thugs. For this kind of person, the smartest way is to never mess with him. ”

The faces of all the mercenary cadets were a little unnatural. It seemed that they were all suppressed by the bloody violence emanating from these two people. Quentin and Tang Kun, even if these two people stood casually like this, they felt faintly uneasy.

Zhao Jianfei looked back at them, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Please, don't do this, you guys will frighten these young men." Come on, smile and say hello. ”

The black man nodded silently at the students, as if he had said hello. And Tang Kun was even more direct, he looked at these students and said coldly, "I'm not very good at talking, because I always like to be more hands-on." I promise you'll hate me in this camp. Because you are like a bunch of idiots right now, completely unable to understand that only hard training can give you a better chance of survival. ”

Zhao Jianfei looked at these new mercenaries and said slowly, "Okay, all the people have arrived." Starting today, this training camp will be on track. I must tell you that there are no human rights, no so-called private space, not even a normal work and rest time. You have to go through exhaustion, pain, hunger, cold, all kinds of dangers and sufferings to complete this training for a year and a half. ”

This man, who often had a tired smile on his face and seemed to ignore Yiqiē, seemed to be extremely serious when he said these words.

Zhao Jianfei is right, there is no fixed schedule here, except for training or training, and the interval between training is rest. Eighteen hours of training sessions a day, with the other six hours including meals, toilet breaking, and short sleep. The first lesson was started by Zhao Jianfei, an ordnance training course.

Zhao Jianfei took the thirty-odd newcomers to a room at the base and took out two rifles and put them on the table. He looked at everyone, "I know that almost all of you have served in the military, and you have all used weapons. So you may wonder why you need to be trained in ordnance weapons? Maybe you think it's a little redundant. But I tell you that this is a course that every mercenary must go through. And the quality of this course will determine your life and death on the battlefield. ”

Zhao Jianfei picked up the two rifles and said, "The two guns I am holding now represent the two military groups in the world. That is, the Warsaw Pact and NATO during the Cold War. These two large international military organizations represent two branches of military weapons. One of them is the AK series as the most representative of the former Soviet weapons, and the other is the American equipment represented by the M series rifles. There are many weapons in various countries in the world, but the source of their production and manufacturing has been affected by these two military blocs. ”

Zhao Jianfei quickly unloaded the magazine of the rifle and said lightly, "The weapons are different, and the bullets are not universal." Most of the ones used by NATO member states are commonly known as NATO bombs5. 56 caliber bullets, 7 used only on universal machine guns. 62 mm bullets. And Soviet-style weapons, most of them are 7. 62 mm bullets. I want you to be familiar with all these guns and bullets. What's wrong with you?"

Lin Rui frowned slightly and said, "Why can't we not use one in unison?"

"That's a good question. Zhao Jianfei nodded and said, "That's the reason why I taught you about ordnance." Because the nature of the mercenary's work means that we can't choose an employer. We can fight for any country, so we can't pick weapons either. Another reason is that for some reason, it is inconvenient for some countries to intervene directly, so they will hire us to complete some tasks on their behalf. Of course, some of them are tasks that do not see the light. The weapons used often reveal the identity of the person who used them, and for security reasons, we never use only one type of weapon. ”

"The mixing and matching of various weapons not only gives people the feeling that they are not formally armed, but also helps us choose the best. Zhao Jianfei said lightly. "Now all you have to do is familiarize yourself with the capabilities of these weapons, and even I want you to be able to visualize every part of every weapon with your eyes closed. ”

For a whole few hours, all Lin Rui and the others had to do was to constantly disassemble and assemble these firearms. Even Zhao Jianfei will take out some scattered or even rusty weapon parts, so that they can assemble a usable weapon in the shortest possible time. Lin Rui even felt that he had really become a mechanical assembler.

After completing this qiē, Zhao Jianfei looked at the weapons they assembled and pouted, "I've dismantled them all for me, and they are completely decomposed." Mix it up and do it again. ”

Lin Rui felt that his head was a little big, these weapons were all varied, and the weapons of the NATO Warsaw Pact were all there. And there seems to be the older M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle and the Soviet SVT rifle, which are old antiques from the World War II era.

Some weapons are difficult to disassemble, and it is not easy to find these parts out of the pile, and it is even more difficult to assemble them completely. If Zhao Jianfei hadn't given each of them a drawing book with an introduction on it, Lin Rui would never have thought that this gun was still an old antique used by the Soviet Red Army. There are things that are fully qualified to enter the military museum, and there are actually some here. God knows where they got it from.

Finally finished this qiē, before they could clean up the gun oil in their hands. Tang Kun's physical training has started again, and this is an even crazier guy. Everyone followed him around the barren mountains and mountains where the base was located, and the low temperature of minus forty or fifty degrees in Siberia was enough to freeze people. Lin Rui and others were asked to travel lightly, and they only wore very thin clothes and ran in the snow.

It would have been nice if they had only run, but they were also required to carry 30 kilograms and run in the snow. Those who fall behind a little will be severely beaten by Tang Kun. He often carries a long, thin wire in his hand. This thing can't kill people, but it's a deep blood stain on the body. Moreover, this Tang Kun's strength is extremely great, and whoever has been pumped by him once has never dared to fall behind. Only then did Lin Rui realize why they were running in such a cold in single clothes, it turned out to be a whipping corporal punishment that was convenient for him.

The strange thing is that no one dares to resist, especially this Tang Kun is the instructor who teaches them hand-to-hand combat. Even Qin Fen, who had always liked to talk a lot, trembled in front of him. So when he saw that this person could burst the sandbag with one punch, Lin Rui didn't even feel strange. It seems that this person was born to be such a dangerous monster. This Tang Kun doesn't look big, and he is not a strong man with knotted muscles, God knows where he got such great strength.

Fitness, speed, strength. These are the focus of Tang Kun's training. Every time he finished his lessons, almost everyone collapsed. And those who did not fall to the ground had to carry these people on their backs and continue to run. After insisting on completing the training, they still have to be punished. "Because Morningstar Military Security Company does not have the habit of abandoning its comrades. Tang Kun said coldly. "You're not alone, you're a team. Therefore, if one person fails to complete the training, all of them will be punished. ”

And the training of that black Quentin made Lin Rui feel even more devastated, and the team members were asked to hide in the snow and not move for several hours until they were covered with a layer of snow. Quentin used the snow to tell if they had moved. The Siberian wind and snow froze almost every one of them.

This time, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore, jumped out of the snow, slapped the snow on his body angrily, and shouted, "Fuck you, I'm not doing it anymore!

Quentin looked at the man coldly, but his hand was on a knife on his waist, and he looked at the man calmly, "What did you just say?" His Chinese was very difficult, but his expression was very strict. His dark and shiny face, his eyes and teeth were frighteningly white

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