It was still dark, and before it was time to wake up, Qin Fei couldn't fall asleep.
I lay on the bed and turned over for a while, then got up early.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I packed all my things, and when I was stuffing clothes into my backpack, a small thing suddenly fell out of my pocket.
When I picked it up, I saw that it was a bullet head ornament tied with a steel chain.
This was the last thing left by his father Qin Anguo before he disappeared.
It is very popular for soldiers to use warheads as accessories in the army. Although the wearing of accessories is not allowed according to the regulations, every soldier will more or less make some accessories of his own using local materials during his military career.
The most used ones are bullets, especially cartridge cases.
This is an alloy warhead, which belongs to the armor-piercing type. The caliber has been measured to be 7.62MM. It looks like the caliber ammunition used by the early gun family of the Z country army.
However, Qin Fei felt that the warhead did not seem to be the standard warhead used by the Z country troops, but he could not find the source for a while.
After all, it was an accessory made by his father for himself. Except for the photos, his other things were burned by his mother. Qin Fei could only secretly keep this gadget and keep it on his body. He would carry it with him wherever he went and never leave it.
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While I was stunned, a familiar whistle sounded outside the window.
"Gather! You only have three minutes!"
I don't know who is yelling downstairs.
This sentence suddenly sounded like a hornet's nest. There were four floors in this internal guest house, upstairs and downstairs, and the sound of combat boots hitting the ground could be heard from each floor.
A few minutes later, all the special forces candidates arrived downstairs.
There were five military-green buses parked in the yard. Before anyone could see the situation clearly, they were pushed onto the bus like a duck.
"Don't stop! Don't stop! Follow me one by one and get on the bus immediately. I'll give you 40 seconds. If you can't get on the bus, you won't be able to pass the first level! Pack up your bed and go back to the original army immediately!"
It's still the same loud, gong-like voice.
It's like someone shouting in your ear with a loudspeaker. Qin Fei knows that the person who can shout such a sound is definitely not using his throat to pronounce it, but his Dantian. This person is full of energy. From the perspective of martial arts training, this is an internal martial artist.
A master who has definitely practiced qigong.
Fortunately, everyone was an elite from the special forces. Although time was tight, everyone almost hit the right time. Each car could carry thirty-six people. They queued up one by one. The 40 seconds almost expired and everyone boarded the car.
complete.
This is a unique ride.
From the moment the whistle sounded until now, everyone's nerves have been stretched tightly by invisible hands.
Although that kind of invisible pressure and tension is invisible and intangible, everyone can feel it permeating every inch and every square of the air, quietly seeping into the blood from the pores, and then deep into the bone marrow.
The curtains on the car windows were all drawn, blocking out the light and leaving the car in darkness.
In addition to the driver, each bus also has a man in sunglasses wearing camouflage short-sleeves and a camouflage training cap, without any unit logo or rank identification.
The man in sunglasses had a poker face and no expression at all. He was facing all the special forces candidates sitting in their seats, but he didn't seem to be looking at living people. He seemed to be facing just a bunch of sculptures.
"Good morning, boys!"
The familiar sound of gongs actually came from the loudspeaker in the car.
Qin Fei glanced around and found that the speaker system in this car was probably connected to several other cars through wireless links. As long as the guy who spoke with the gong got a microphone in any car, he could
Everyone on the five buses heard him speak.
After coughing twice, the gong said again: "From now on, every step, every action, every detail of yours will be included in the assessment results, because the smallest movements of a person are the most likely to reveal his true nature. The 203 Troop is completely different
Regarding any of the forces you have served in the past, some of you here may have served in different military branches or even different ace special forces. Many of you have even participated in international special forces competitions, or perhaps studied in hunter schools in South America.
But, here I tell you, throw away all the capital you were proud of before, here in the 203 unit, you are a group of out-and-out recruits! And those who have just touched the gun a few times and fired the trigger
It makes no difference if the bullet hits the balls of the company’s recruits!”
"I know that you guys are all selected from the most elite special forces in the military. You are all the best among the best, the elite among the elites, but there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. The 203 Strategic Special Service Force is the sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.
That person outside! If special forces can be divided into levels, and if the 203 Strategic Special Service Force is regarded as a university, then you are just elementary school students! If you insist on saying what the difference is, then it is whether you are a third-grade elementary school student or a fourth-grade student.
Or a fifth grader!”
Qin Fei could hear many heavy breathing sounds in the carriage. He quietly glanced around and found that many people's eyes were almost on fire, staring at the man in sunglasses who was still expressionless facing them at the front of the car.
The man in sunglasses seemed to be looking at a group of transparent people, not taking them seriously at all, but suddenly he took out a stick of chewing gum from his empty pocket, put it in his mouth and started chewing it.
Damn it! You have some character!
Qin Fei is very interested in this guy. I wonder what role this guy plays in Unit 203?
The sound of the gong kept stepping on all the top special forces soldiers along the way, as if he was born to be a sarcastic and sarcastic talker. Among his harsh words, there was not a single one in these cars that he could understand.
An eye-catching person.
"It's all garbage! It's all garbage! At least for now, it's garbage! Do you know why my superiors sent me to select you to train you? Because I am a master at sorting garbage! My specialty is to extract something useful from the garbage.
Let them still do something for the country and the people, instead of resting on their so-called merit books and being complacent, becoming officers and joining the public security system in the future, spending the rest of their lives in a muddle, and holding photos of their young military uniforms when they are old.
You brag to your children and grandchildren, thinking that you are invincible because you have never fought in a war!"
"My mission is to make the truly useful people among you grow old. When your children and grandchildren ask you what you did in the army, you can pat your chest without any shame and tell your children and grandchildren that his grandma
My grandfather was the best soldier in the world back then!"
Everyone was given a slap in the face and couldn't help but be shocked by the arrogance and heroism of the gong.
People who have no confidence really don’t dare to say such incredible things.
Qin Fei felt as if the blood in his veins was boiling, and his heart began to beat faster.
He knew that the army where his father had served was right in front of him, almost within reach.
Now that I have the opportunity, what I want to see now is whether I have the ability to pass the perverted selection process of Unit 203.
The sound of the gong is still suppressing people, and it does not give any face to the special forces who have won international competition awards.
"In the future, before you are officially qualified to join Unit 203, I will be your chief instructor! My name is Lei Ming, others like to call me Lei Gong, but I prefer the latter title! You can call me Lei Dui,
Or you can call me Thunder Lord! Because if there is anything I don’t like about you little guys, I will kill you directly!”