Don’t Pretend, I’m Actually Taking Special Forces

The bodies of the recruits were soaked with sweat. With every step, the firmness and rekindled determination in their hearts were fighting fiercely with fatigue.

One foot sank into the sand, and then pulled out again, as if every step was hoarse. However, no one stopped.

Qin Yuan stood on a high place, watching every step of the recruits, and knew in his heart what kind of test these young soldiers were going through.

He did not intend to relax his requirements, because he knew that the future battlefield would not show mercy.

Suddenly, a recruit knelt on the ground due to exhaustion, panting, supporting his hands on his knees, and a flash of despair in his eyes.

Qin Yuan approached him and whispered to him: "The battlefield will not give you a chance to breathe, stand up and keep moving forward."

The recruit heard Qin Yuan's words, gritted his teeth, endured the limit of his body, forced himself to stand up, and re-entered the marching queue. Seeing his actions, the other team members seemed to have added strength.

The feet struggled in the mud, and every step required a huge amount of strength. They secretly competed in their hearts, and no one wanted to be the first to give up.

Sweat mixed with mud splashed on the ground, and the clothes were already soaked with sweat and stuck to the body, heavy like a weighted armor.

Along the way, the recruits' physical strength was almost exhausted, but the will that was constantly challenged became stronger in the tempering.

A recruit stumbled in the mud and fell to the ground. The mud rushed to his face. He closed his eyes and silently got up. With the help of his comrades around him, he stood up again and continued to move forward.

Qin Yuan watched them fall down because of the bad environment, and then stood up, showing a satisfied look.

However, this was just a recognition of their spirit, and it did not mean that their performance was acceptable.

"What's wrong? How long has it been? Can't you even overcome such sand?"

Qin Yuan's voice hit the tired nerves of the recruits like a hammer. His words were not only a challenge, but also an invisible spur. Under the gaze of the instructors, no one dared to stop or complain. Their eyes were intertwined with stubbornness and determination.

The team moved forward with difficulty. Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds and heavy rain came suddenly. The sand became muddier in an instant. The originally difficult steps became heavier because of the rain, and the feet seemed to be trapped in a bottomless swamp.

Through the rain curtain, Qin Yuan stared at these young people. He knew that this sudden storm was the real test.

He slowly walked to the front of the team, and his deep voice penetrated the sound of rain: "Today's rain is like a storm on your future battlefield. You must adapt to every sudden harsh environment, otherwise you will only be eliminated."

Qin Yuan's face had no expression. The rain slid down the line of his hat brim and splashed small water on the ground. He quietly watched the recruits, his eyes like a knife, sharp and ruthless.

The marching team struggled in the rain, and everyone's steps seemed particularly heavy. The muddy ground seemed to intentionally swallow their every step.

The sand under their feet had been washed into mud by the heavy rain. The recruits slipped frequently while marching, and they barely stood up with their hands and feet, but no one chose to stop.

Their expressions gradually became numb from the initial pain, only the persistence in their eyes still flickered. The mud in their shoes had long made them feel that every inch of muscle under their feet was a burden, but their clenched teeth and tight muscles meant that they were still persisting.

Qin Yuan waved his hand, signaling the team to stop. His eyes swept over every tired and determined face, then turned and pointed to the jungle gully in front of him that fell into the deep mud. The edge of the gully was covered with thorns, and the rain made them look more sinister.

"Cross this thorn gully, reach the other side, and then come back here." His voice sounded through the fierce raindrops in the rain. He didn't explain much, because he knew that the battlefield would not provide a guide map for the enemy.

The recruits exchanged glances with each other, and no one retreated. They walked towards the mud and thorns one after another, with their hands in front of them, trying to reduce the damage caused by the thorns.

Every step they took was like fighting against dense needles, and blood marks gradually appeared on their clothes and skin, but they knew that they couldn't stop.

Their arms and cheeks were covered with bloodstains, their clothes were torn by thorns, sweat mixed with blood flowed on their skin, and the muddy ground made their steps seem particularly difficult.

Qin Yuan always stood in the rain, quietly watching the recruits struggling in the thorns, his eyes were cold and firm, as if he wanted to see through the will and determination of every recruit.

Only in such an extreme environment can the recruits thoroughly tap their potential and forge a steel-like will. The rain kept falling, accompanied by thunder, which added to the danger and cruelty of this thorny land.

The recruits rushed to the mud and thorns one after another, as if the front was not pain and test, but the line of life and death that they had to cross.

They fell and got up again. Some people bit their lower lips with their teeth, trying to use pain to dispel the cowardice in their hearts, and some people clenched their fists tightly, and their knuckles turned white. Only in this way can they maintain the strength to stand in the rain.

Their strength was gradually exhausted, their legs felt heavy as if they were filled with lead, and the mud under their feet seemed to keep them forever in this hopeless land.

Suddenly, a new soldier fell into the mud due to exhaustion. The thorns pierced through his clothes and deeply penetrated his muscles. He gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up, but every attempt made him more painful.

Qin Yuan stepped forward and stood in front of him. Looking at his eyes full of stubbornness and pain, he did not help him. He just said coldly: "The battlefield will not spare you because of your weakness. If you can't stand up now, you will never be able to stand up."

A trace of anger and unwillingness flashed in the eyes of the recruit. He gritted his teeth and tried to stand up again.

This time, he concentrated all the remaining strength of his body on his legs, and supported himself desperately with his hands on the ground. Finally, he stood up with difficulty.

The corners of Qin Yuan's mouth rose slightly, but he still did not relax his expression. He turned around and continued to observe the progress of other recruits.

His eyes continued to stare at each soldier coldly, as they struggled forward in this thorn and mud.

The rain kept hitting their faces, like a ruthless whip, constantly whipping their will. Their breathing became rapid, and their muscles trembled slightly under the extreme endurance.

At this moment, another recruit stumbled in the thorns and fell face down in the mud. One of his arms was entangled in the thorns and could not move.

He struggled desperately, and sweat mixed with muddy water flowed into his eyes, blurring his vision.

Seeing this scene, Qin Yuan walked straight over, squatted down, and said to the recruit in a low and powerful voice: "If you give in here, you don't deserve to be a member of this team."

When the recruit heard this, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, suppressed the pain in his heart, let out a low roar, and suddenly pulled out the entangled arm, and forcibly pulled off the thorns hanging on his body.

Qin Yuan naturally knew that what he said was a bit excessive, but the words were rough and the truth was not rough. If such a test could not be passed, then how could it be passed when facing many dangers on the battlefield in the future?

Under his cruel language, the recruits completely ignored the physical damage caused by the thorns, and gradually, they even felt numb to the pain.

Finally, they successfully crossed the thorn bush and reached the other side.

Just as the recruits were about to return along the original route Qin Yuan had said, they saw Qin Yuan also walked into the thorn bush.

Although the thorns scratched Qin Yuan's clothes and left wounds on his body, his expression could not be seen at all.

However, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Qin Yuan spent much less time than the recruits to pass through such a thorn bush.

"Sure enough, compared with the captain, we are still too young..."

At this moment, everyone thought of this in their hearts, and their admiration for Qin Yuan became deeper.

Seeing Qin Yuan coming, they all stopped, and only the weight on their bodies was still pressing on their bodies.

"Put down your things, take a rest, and treat your wounds by the way."

Qin Yuan never let their wounds continue to the next stage during training. Doing so will not only have no benefit for the next stage of training, but will also leave sequelae because the injury lasts too long.

Perhaps one day in the future, they will fight on the battlefield with wounds all over their bodies, but that is a situation that they have to face, and there is no need for this now.

After applying the military special medicine to their bodies, the wounds on the recruits soon stopped bleeding.

Time passed slowly, and the rain gradually stopped, but there was not much time left before Qin Yuan said at the beginning.

It seems that it is unlikely to reach the destination within the time specified by Qin Yuan.

"Although you failed to meet the requirements, I will still give you a chance. Continue to train more from tomorrow until you meet my requirements!"

Although this is a painful news for the recruits, they are more afraid that Qin Yuan has lost confidence in them than training more.

The sky gradually darkened, and everyone's stomach began to growl, but no one brought food, not even Qin Yuan.

"As a punishment for your failure to meet my requirements this time, you must eat after the training today!"

Qin Yuan's words were very harsh, but none of the recruits present had any objections.

First, they did not meet Qin Yuan's requirements, so the punishment was justified. Second, Qin Yuan himself did not eat anything either.

Faced with such a situation, the recruits not only did not complain about Qin Yuan, but felt that it was what they deserved.

Qin Yuan picked up the military flashlight, glanced around, and said in a low and firm voice: "Get ready, this is just the beginning."

The recruits took a deep breath, stood at attention, and held their breath waiting for the next instructions. Although their stomachs were empty, their eyes showed perseverance and determination.

He handed the flashlight to one of the recruits, turned around and took out the map and compass from his waist bag, and quickly marked a new route of action with the faint light.

In the dark, the recruits could only rely on the weak light of the flashlight and each other's guidance to move forward. Their footsteps stepped on the soft soil, making a rustling sound. Under the leadership of Qin Yuan, they stepped into the dense forest again.

The cold wind at night blew through the woods, making people shiver. They followed Qin Yuan closely, each step was firm and powerful.

In the forest at night, the roars of wild beasts and the chirping of insects intertwined, adding a bit of weird atmosphere. Qin Yuan stopped from time to time, listened carefully to the direction, and then decisively led the team to move forward.

The rushing river blocked their way, and the water hit the rocks, stirring up waves of white spray.

Qin Yuan did not hesitate and jumped into the river first. The splashing water made it difficult to see his figure, but his determination and calmness filled the recruits with confidence.

They followed closely behind, facing the biting cold water, trying to keep their balance and moving forward.

In the freezing cold river, the recruits gritted their teeth and followed Qin Yuan's footsteps to cross this dangerous waterway.

Every step was like crossing many obstacles. Their fingers tightly grasped the slippery stones, and their legs struggled to move forward in the water. Qin Yuan occasionally stopped and waited to ensure that everyone could pass safely.

The river rushed over violently, directly scattering several people. They held on to the stones in the river tightly and stabilized their bodies with the help of others.

After walking through this turbulent river, the recruits were already soaked, and the cold night wind took away their already low body temperature, but time waited for no one. They had no time to rest and could only move forward.

The road ahead gradually became steeper and more obscure. In the deep forest, the trees were intertwined, which added a lot of difficulty to their progress. Qin Yuan took the lead without hesitation to split the thorns and vines, and his steps were steady as usual.

Everyone was exhausted to the extreme, but Qin Yuan's steps were still steady. After passing through the dense forest, a steep hillside appeared in front of him, and the almost vertical angle was daunting.

"This is our last challenge tonight," Qin Yuan stood at the foot of the mountain and said in a deep voice, "Remember, the test of the limit is the best way to exercise your will. You may face a more difficult situation on the battlefield. If you retreat now, you don't even have to go to the battlefield."

Qin Yuan took the lead in climbing the hillside and used the saber in his hand to open up a path that could be climbed. Every knife he cut was accurate, and he steadily split the obstacles blocking the road, showing unparalleled strength and skills.

The recruits followed closely behind, holding the grooves and ropes opened by Qin Yuan with their hands, and climbed up with difficulty.

Every step on the hillside was full of challenges. The slippery rocks, branches that could break at any time, and the soft soil caused a lot of trouble for their steps.

They used up all their strength, and every step was like carrying a heavy burden. The cold wind whistled past, taking away their remaining body temperature and further exacerbating their physical exhaustion. (End of this chapter)