Battlefield Contract Worker

In the following days, Lin Rui still spent his time in heavy training. However, the teammates around him have changed. It was no longer the Chinese who entered training camp with him. Of course, there are also two former teammates, Qin Fen and Peng Lefeng.

The daily training is still suffocatingly strenuous, with only one exception, the general known as the actuary. He trained alone. Due to his physical condition, he could not participate in the high-intensity training of Lin Rui and others, because it would kill him.

Surprisingly, Yelena, the blond woman, was no weaker than her male teammates in high-intensity training. And drinking is like drinking water, but it seems that she has never seen her drunk.

And Ivan, who was born in the Special Air Service Regiment, always had a dull expression. He rarely spoke or laughed. He always had a grim expression, and he felt uncomfortable without weapons around him. It is said that he had to grab a gun every day to sleep.

In contrast, Lin Rui and the others are more normal. However, although these people are eccentric, their training achievements are unequivocal. Even Zhao Jianfei, a former member of Team A, may not be comparable.

With them, the first thing Lin Rui learned was silence. These people were terribly silent, and even during training, they didn't say a single word. They all express their intentions through extremely simple tactical gestures. It seems that anything can be expressed in these tactical gestures.

"Hey, Lin Rui, have you seen that guy?" Qin Fen looked at Iwan and whispered, "This guy's physique is like a Hulk. You say this foreigner is a natural breed, or he eats beef. of?"

Lin Rui shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter what I say, it's best not to let him hear it. He can punch your head in your **** with one punch."

Qin Fen shrank his head subconsciously, "Isn't this boring? You said, we are all in Team C, why are we still staying in this ghost place?"

"Nonsense, don't wait here, do you still want to go out to fight?" Peng Lefeng said in a low voice.

"I didn't mean that, I mean, it's a bit too boring to stay here for training." Qin Fen said in a low voice.

"Shh, stop talking, that person is here again." Lin Rui glanced at the distance and whispered.

The person who came was a middle-aged white man. A man in camouflage is standing in front of the C team members. His hair was cut short, his temples were already gray, and his green eyes didn't look alive at all, and he didn't even blink. He held an old-fashioned military stick in his hand and dangled it in front of them.

"I'm Fernandez, Sergeant Major," the man shouted. "From now on, you must strictly follow my orders, no matter when and where you are. Don't procrastinate. Line up!" I'm out of line, soldier." Fernandez yelled, "Quick, quick...walk!"

Lin Rui and the other team members hurried out of the barracks and ran to the grass outside.

That Fernandez shouted from behind again: "In a line, according to your serial number."

"Squat and jump!" Fernandez shouted, "From this end to the other, and then jump back for me. Get ready, start." Seeing him roaring hoarsely, Lin Rui hurriedly followed his request. action.

Qin Fen didn't obey the order immediately, only a blink of an eye. The Fernandez ran up to him immediately, and the short stick in his hand jabbed his abdomen suddenly. Qin Fen bent down suddenly and curled up. "Keep up with the training, rookie!" the instructor roared. Qin Fen quickly stood up and started jumping with the team.

The "end to end" Fernandez said was nearly a kilometer. Lin Rui has never done so many squats and frog jumps in his life. His leg muscles and heartburn were unbearable. Sweat trickled down his back. By the end, my thigh muscles were literally twitching.

"Very good, it seems that your quality is good." Fernandez stopped, took a deep breath and shouted, "Sit-ups! Three hundred times. Don't procrastinate."

These C team members all hurriedly fell to the ground.

"The first one can't keep up," Fernandez said, "run two laps around the playground, then come back and do 500 sit-ups. Prep...go! One...two...three..." Next comes the bench press, then the weights off-road.

Qin Fen said to Lin Rui in a low voice with a bitter face, "What is the origin of this product? It feels similar to the Nazi zombies in Call of Duty."

"Be careful, pig head!" Zhao Jianfei said coldly, "Have you seen the rubber stick in his hand? If you don't want to be beaten by that thing, just do as he said." Although Zhao Jianfei is no longer theirs The instructor is gone, but the prestige is still there. Qin Fen immediately lowered his head, not even daring to put a fart. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

After training, they were called together again. Not only them, but others, were all concentrated on the training ground.

"Do you know why I called you today?" Fernandez whispered. "Because, today we are going to hold a funeral for the sacrificed brother." He looked gloomy, closed his eyes, and behind him were twelve urns, arranged in a neat row.

Lin Rui watched quietly. The usual crowded field of training camp, full of things and people training, is now silent. On this training ground, all munitions and personnel were emptied, and long solid black flags were hung on the racks of the field.

"A total of twelve soldiers died!" Fernandez said solemnly. "During the thunder operation, they fought bravely and died in the line of duty. They did not die on the battlefield fighting for the country, and they could not be covered with belongings. The flag of their country. But none of this prevents them from being great warriors. Bravery and tenacity, a spirit of self-sacrifice. Always remember that not even death can take away these qualities from a warrior.”

Lin Rui and the other team members saluted neatly.

A series of bangs, a row of mercenaries fired their guns at the sky, and the sound of gunfire echoed in the valley. It is a warrior tradition to fire the gun off.

Lin Rui watched all of this, and as every white and smooth urn was buried, a part of himself seemed to go away, as if he had abandoned his surviving partner. He knew all the twelve players, although they were not in the same team. But they came to this training camp together and received training together. Many of their faces are still in memory, as fresh as yesterday.

Fernandez's face looked like a stone statue. He put down his salute and said, "After the whole group is disbanded, the C team will stay."