Battlefield Contract Worker

The base is very quiet, often as quiet as a tomb. Except at certain times, there will be rushing sirens. At this time, all personnel must be fully assembled. Lin Rui originally thought that this was the same as in the army, an emergency gathering anytime and anywhere. But after a few times, he discovered that this was actually a regular pattern.

Every day at the same time, there will be such an emergency gathering. Zhao Jianfei's explanation is that every day during this time period, there will be satellites passing over the sky. The best way to avoid detection of this camp is to get everyone together and avoid exposure.

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

Today, with Zhao Jianfei, there are two other people. A black man, and an Asian man. Both of them were wearing heavy snow camouflage, and their military boots were damp, as if they had just arrived at the base not long ago. Lin Rui's heart moved slightly: Could this be the other two instructors in the training camp?

Zhao Jianfei made a gesture and said, "All stand up, let's meet your other two instructors. This is Quentin, he is responsible for teaching you camouflage reconnaissance and covert operations, and he is also the best blaster." Zhao Jianfei pointed The somewhat gloomy black man said, "He will also teach you how to survive on the battlefield. In the 1994 Rwanda genocide, nearly a million people were killed. And he was only eighteen years old, but he was alone in that **** on earth. Survived for more than two full months. There is no supply, no backup, or even hope.”

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

Zhao Jianfei turned to another Asian man and said to everyone, "This is Tang Kun. A professional military doctor, and an expert in dangerous long-range sniping, but if you want to play close combat with him, you will be courting death. Because although he is a Terrible sniper, but it's the unarmed combat that really made him famous. He once reigned supreme in the underground fighting arena, terrifying the most dangerous thugs. The smartest thing to do with this kind of guy is to never mess with him. "

The faces of all the mercenary students were a little unnatural. It seemed that they were all stunned by the **** violence emanating from the two of them. Quentin and Tang Kun, even if they just stood there casually, made them feel a little uneasy.

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

The black man nodded silently at the students, as a greeting. Tang Kun was even more direct. He looked at these students and said coldly, "I'm not very good at speaking, because I always like to be more hands-on. I promise that in this training camp, you will definitely hate me. Because you are now It's like a bunch of idiots, 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, everyone has arrived. From today, everything in this training camp will be on the right track. I must tell you that there are no human rights here, and it doesn't matter. There is no personal space, even a normal schedule. You have to go through exhaustion, pain, hunger, severe cold, all kinds of danger and suffering to complete this one-and-a-half year training.”

This man, who always wore a tired smile and seemed to ignore everything, seemed extremely serious when he said these words.

Zhao Jianfei is right, there is no fixed schedule here, apart from training or training, the interval between training is rest. Eighteen hours a day of training sessions, the other six hours include meals, toilet visits, and short sleep. The first lesson was started by Zhao Jianfei, the ordnance training course.

Zhao Jianfei took the more than 30 newcomers to a room in the base, and took out two rifles and placed them on the table. He looked at everyone and said, "I know that almost all of you have service experience and have used weapons. So you will wonder why you need to train in ordnance weapons? Maybe you will think it is a little redundant. But I tell you , 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 hold now represent two military groups in the world. That is, the two major organizations of the Warsaw Pact and NATO during the Cold War. These two large international military The organization represents two branches of military weapons. One of them is the AK series as the most representative former Soviet weapon, and the other represents the American equipment represented by the M series rifle. There are many weapons in the world, But the source of its production has been affected by these two military groups."

Zhao Jianfei quickly unloaded the rifle's magazine and said indifferently, "The weapons are different, and the bullets are not universal. Most of the 5.56 caliber bullets used by NATO member countries are commonly known as NATO bullets, and 7 is only used on general-purpose machine guns. 62mm bullets. And Soviet weapons, most of them are 7.62mm bullets. I want you to familiarize yourself with all these guns and bullets. What's your problem?"

Lin Rui frowned slightly and said, "Why can't we just use one of them?"

"That's a good question." Zhao Jianfei nodded and said, "This is why I teach you about ordnance. Because of the nature of the work of mercenaries, we can't choose an employer. We can fight for any country, so we can't choose weapons. Another reason is that for some reasons, some countries are inconvenient to directly intervene, so they hire us to complete some tasks on their behalf. Of course, some tasks are not visible. The weapons used are often exposed. The identity of the weapon user, for security reasons, we never just use the same weapon."

"Mixing and matching various weapons not only gives people the feeling that they are not regular weapons, but also helps us choose the best one." Zhao Jianfei said lightly. "What you have to do now is to familiarize yourself with the performance of these weapons. Even I want you to be able to imagine every part of each weapon with your eyes closed."

For a few hours, all Lin Rui and the others had to do was to keep disassembling and assembling these firearms. Even Zhao Jianfei will come out with some scattered and even rusted weapon parts, so that they can assemble a usable weapon in the shortest time. Lin Rui even felt that he had really become a mechanical assembler.

After finishing all this, Zhao Jianfei looked at the weapons they had assembled and pouted, "I dismantled them all and disassembled them thoroughly. Mix them together and try again."

Lin Rui felt that his head was a bit big. These weapons were of various kinds, including those of the NATO Warsaw Pact. And it seems that there are more old-fashioned M1 Garand semi-automatic rifles and Soviet SVT rifles, these old antiques of World War II.

Some weapons are difficult to disassemble. It is not easy to find these parts from the piles of loose parts, and it is even more difficult to assemble them completely. If it wasn't for Zhao Jianfei sending each of them a drawing set with an introduction, Lin Rui would never have thought that this gun was actually an antique used by the Soviet Red Army. There are things that are fully qualified to enter the military museum. God knows where they got it from.

After finally finishing all this, they haven't waited for the gun oil on their hands to be cleaned. Tang Kun's physical training has started again, this is an even crazier guy. Everyone followed him around the barren mountains and ridges where the base was located. The low temperature of minus 40 to 50 degrees in Siberia was enough to freeze people. Lin Rui and others were asked to dress lightly, and only wore very thin clothes to run in the snow.

If it was just running, it would be fine. They were also required to carry 30 kilograms and run in the snow. Those who are a little behind will be beaten by Tang Kun. He often carried a thin and long wire in his hand. This thing can't kill people, but it is a deep bloodstain on the body. Moreover, this Tang Kun is extremely powerful, and if he has been drawn once, he will never dare to fall behind again. It was only then that Lin Rui realized why they had to run in this severe cold in single clothes. It turned out that it was convenient for him to whip corporal punishment.

The strange thing is that no one dared to resist, especially this Tang Kun was the instructor who taught them hand-to-hand combat. Even Qin Fen, who has always liked to talk a lot, was trembling in front of him. So Lin Rui didn't even think it was strange when he saw that this person could burst a sandbag with one punch. As if the man was born to be such a dangerous monster. This Tang Kun doesn't look like a big man, and he's not a muscular man. God knows where he got so much power.

Physical fitness, speed, strength. These are the focus of Tang Kun's training. Every time he finished his course, almost someone collapsed to the ground. And those who didn't fall to the ground had to carry these people on their backs and continue to run. After insisting on completing the training, you still have to be punished. "Because Morningstar Military Security Company has no habit of abandoning comrades in arms." Tang Kun said coldly. "You are not alone, but a team. So if one person fails to complete the training, everyone will be punished."

And the training of the black Quentin made Lin Rui even more frustrated. 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 determine whether they had moved. The snowstorm in Siberia 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 sharply, "Fuck you, I quit! It's just a job, there is such a tossing person. What? Who do you think you are?"

Quentin looked at the man coldly, but put his hand on a knife at his waist, looked at the man calmly, "What did you just say?" His Chinese was very difficult, but his expression was serious. His swarthy face, his eyes and his teeth were astonishingly white.

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