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

As time went by, the stimulation of the gas gradually spread to every corner, and Lian Qi and his teammates found it increasingly difficult to breathe.

However, they did not retreat, but instead focused more on every detail of the training.

The darkness seemed to solidify, and every tiny sound became extremely clear. Lian Qi still closed his eyes tightly, his ears capturing every wave of air, his muscles tensed, ready to go.

The cold sweat slid down his forehead, but did not break his extreme concentration.

Suddenly, a slight sound of breaking through the air came from the air. Lian Qi almost did not hesitate, twisted his waist, and rolled to the side like a shot arrow.

As soon as he dodged, a wooden stick whizzed past his original standing position and hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.

At the moment when Lian Qi rolled over, the other team members were also trying their best to stay alert. One team member just bent his left leg to prepare for jumping, and the sudden stimulation of the gas made his nostrils sore, and his body instantly lost balance.

However, he did not give up and twisted his body forcefully. Although his posture was indecent, he finally managed to dodge the flying iron rod.

"Not bad!" Qin Yuan's voice sounded again, with a hint of satisfaction, "Keep this state."

Lian Qi adjusted his breathing and stood up from the ground. With a firm look in his eyes, he moved silently. The gas around him made his vision blurred, and he had to rely more on hearing and touch.

In the silent darkness, he felt that his companions beside him were also moving silently, and everyone was tacitly looking for the best response plan.

Suddenly, the ground shook slightly, and Lian Qi realized that this was a preset trap. He quickly issued a slight warning signal, and the surrounding team members responded quickly and avoided the trap area that was about to be triggered.

Then, dense projectiles rained down, and they immediately sought cover while trying to identify the source of the projectiles.

In the corner of the training ground, the obstacle just covered Lian Qi's body. He lay down and used gestures to convey the information, indicating that others should move.

Lian Qi continued to crawl forward, his fingers extended, touching every inch of the ground to confirm whether there was a minefield.

Suddenly, he felt a slight vibration, then stopped abruptly, signaling his teammates behind him to be careful.

The ground of the training ground was full of carefully set traps, which could trigger hidden mechanical devices if not carefully, causing a "fatal" blow.

His teammates were also nervously searching for a safe path, adjusting their bodies to the best condition with intuition and experience at every step. They did not need to speak to each other, but could convey information only through eye contact and gestures.

Not far away, Qin Yuan's voice suddenly came through the loudspeaker: "Pay attention to the front, there is an untriggered minefield there."

Lian Qi became alert and glanced forward. Sure enough, he saw that there were some abnormalities in the bushes. He gestured again, and his teammates followed the instructions and made adjustments.

Although their movements were slow, they always maintained a high degree of vigilance and cooperation.

"Faster!" Qin Yuan's voice was mixed with unquestionable orders, "On the real battlefield, you won't have so much time to think!"

The environment became more and more harsh, with explosions and rising smoke from time to time. The double test of vision and hearing made every team member's nerves tense.

More and more obstacles and simulated attacks appeared in the venue, and there was less and less space for them to dodge.

Faced with this situation where they could only dodge but not fight back, the difficulty would become greater and greater as their physical strength was consumed, not to mention that Qin Yuan would actively increase the difficulty.

"Now, you are allowed to use the things around you to fight back, but only attacking the red circle position will count!"

When Qin Yuan said that they could fight back, everyone's spirits were lifted, but when they heard the second half of the sentence, they became confused.

The eyes began to stay on the machines that fired paintballs, and sure enough, they saw a finger-sized red circle in a very tricky position.

According to what Qin Yuan said just now, only attacking these positions would be considered a successful attack and stop the attacks of these machines.

They steadily approached the machines that fired paintballs, never stopping, but their eyes became sharper, always looking for the exact location of the red circle.

The paintballs came head-on, and Lian Qi relied on his intuition and experience to slightly turn his body. The paintballs brushed his shoulders and flew past. Regardless of the palpitations at this moment, he immediately swept his eyes to the source and located the red circle on the shooting machine.

He raised his arm and pulled the trigger with a quick and accurate movement. The paintballs flew straight to the red circle and hit the target. The machine stopped working immediately.

Seeing Lian Qi's success, other team members followed suit, but it was by no means easy. As soon as a machine stopped, more attacks came like a tide, giving them no chance to breathe.

Time passed quietly in this high-intensity confrontation training. Every second was a double test of physical and psychological for the team members. Sweat had already soaked their combat uniforms, and their eyes were firmly locked on every potential target.

Qin Yuan stood at the edge of the training ground, observing their performance calmly. His eyes did not waver at all. Every movement was clearly presented in front of him, and every slight mistake could not escape his eyes.

"Lian Qi, the movement is good, but you must pay attention to the rhythm, and don't let your guard down just because you succeeded for a while!" Qin Yuan's voice was cold, but he pointed out everyone's shortcomings as accurately as a needle.

Lian Qi, who had just hit the red circle, nodded and immediately adjusted his breathing to enter the next round of battle. He ignored his fatigue and continued to capture the fleeting opportunity.

Yue Ming, who was standing beside him, was also full of mixed feelings. He stood straight behind an obstacle with a light of unwillingness in his eyes.

"Instructor Qin, the position of this red circle is too tricky. It is difficult for us to hit it in such a short time!" Yue Ming couldn't suppress his anxiety and asked loudly.

Qin Yuan smiled slightly, but his eyes did not ease at all: "If this is a battlefield, the enemy's weaknesses are hidden in these tricky positions. What should you do? Admit defeat?"

Yue Ming gritted his teeth and didn't say another word. He knew that the instructor's words were not just a reminder, but a subtext on the battlefield. At that moment, he decided to let go of his anxiety and concentrate on the red circle on the target.

The atmosphere on the training ground became increasingly tense. Each team member was trying their best to deal with the paintballs that were coming like a tide. Due to fatigue, their movements were slightly slow, and the paintballs hit them mercilessly, leaving colorful marks.

Sweat slid down their cheeks, blurring their vision, but their eyes never left the target.

From the moment Qin Yuan allowed them to fight back, the level of simulated attack had been adjusted to the maximum by him, so even if they were hit by paintballs now, it did not mean immediate failure.

What he was training now was their observation and accuracy. They could successfully hit the small red circle under such dense paintballs and stop the machine. Such shooting accuracy was qualified.

Yue Ming wanted to continue to fight back, but facing such dense paintballs, he had no way at all, and he could hardly find the position of the red circle on the machine.

At this time, Zhou Jin suddenly said: "Looking at the attack methods of these machines, it is likely to be heat-sensitive. Let's disperse, so that the attack may be dispersed and the attack density will be reduced."

Hearing this, the other people also felt that Zhou Jin's words made sense. Anyway, there was no better way now, so they tried it as he said.

Then, everyone ran away in different directions, and the machines in the venue also moved their muzzles. It seemed that Zhou Jin's idea was not wrong.

The intensive paintball attack seemed to slow down, but it did not stop completely. The precise attack was still approaching everyone.

They had to move carefully to find the best shooting angle, while maintaining enough speed to avoid becoming a stationary target.

As they dispersed, Qin Yuan nodded silently in his heart. The scene he designed was similar to actual combat to train the soldiers' reaction ability in highly tense and complex situations.

Not only do they need to have keen observation skills, but they also need to reach the limit of accuracy in the rain of paintballs.

Yue Ming got up from a tumble and carefully observed the movement of the machine's muzzle. The red circle target was smaller than he expected, and it kept changing positions, so it was not easy to hit it.

He quickly pulled the trigger and tried to shoot in the direction of the red circle, but the paintball hit the iron shell around the red circle, making a crisp sound of ding-dong, and failed to hit the target.

At the same time, Zhou Jin quickly leaned out from behind the bunker, aimed, and shot. Another paintball rubbed past, missing by a hair's breadth.

Sweat slid down his cheeks, and the corner of his eyes swept around. The colorful smoke and rolling dust in the venue formed a hazy barrier, further increasing the difficulty of shooting.

Qin Yuan stood on a high place, watching every detail in the venue with sharp eyes. He knew that this training was far from his expectations, but he also knew that this group of young people had the potential to surpass themselves.

Zhou Jin tried to shoot again. The paintball hit the edge of the red circle accurately, but failed to stop the machine. He gritted his teeth, adjusted his breathing again, and silently said in his heart: "Calm down, stay steady."

Qin Yuan's voice sounded at the right time, low and powerful: "Pay attention to breathing, find the right rhythm, and don't shoot blindly."

"Yes, instructor!" Zhou Jin gritted his teeth, his eyes became more determined.

After several consecutive misses, Yue Ming has been able to predict the trajectory of the paintball more skillfully. His body flexibly moves around the venue, and from time to time he quickly sticks his head out from behind the bunker, aims, and shoots. Even if he still can't hit the red circle, he is getting closer and closer to the target.

Qin Yuan has always watched coldly. Although he has a number in his mind, his face still shows no expression. For this group of young soldiers, basic training is important, but more importantly, it is to train their adaptability and psychological quality under extreme conditions. They must learn to stay calm in chaos and stay accurate under pressure.

The efforts gradually paid off, and their shooting accuracy gradually improved, but the training continued, and the intensive paintball attacks intensified again, as if it was a severe test of their psychological limits.

The smoke and colored smoke in the air still did not dissipate, the vision was still blurred, and the surrounding environment became more and more complicated.

Yue Ming's ears were buzzing, and his whole body was soaked, but he still stared at the front, looking for an opportunity to hit the red circle.

After many attempts, his movements began to become more accurate. He could keep steady at the moment of aiming at the red circle, and the muzzle in his hand was as stable as a mountain, and it no longer swayed even when moving quickly.

He rushed out from behind the bunker, found the target in an instant, pulled the trigger, and the paintball flew out quickly, hitting the edge of the target, but he still felt unsatisfied, and this distance was not enough to make him feel at ease.

Qin Yuan watched Yue Ming's progress and secretly praised him, but he did not relax his training requirements. As the paintball attacks intensified again, the venue was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Everyone could feel the invisible pressure, which forced them to constantly surpass their own limits.

"Pay attention to the rhythm, keep going! You are still far from the goal!" Qin Yuan's voice echoed in the venue, with an unquestionable sense of authority, so that no one dared to slack off.

Yue Ming tightened the gun in his hand and calmed down again. He took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm.

The paintballs in front of him were dense like rain, but he knew that only by accumulating experience in such an extreme environment could he truly improve his abilities.

Zhou Jin's movements also became more and more calm. His eyes were fixed on a constantly moving red circle. Although the colored smoke and dust blocked part of his vision, he was able to find a short and clear window among these obstacles.

At a precise moment, Zhou Jin decisively pulled the trigger, and the paintball shot towards the target like an arrow from a string.

This time, the paintball hit the center of the red circle accurately, and the machine stopped. The instant victory made him excited, but he didn't have time to think about it, because other machines were still attacking.

Zhou Jin's success brought more confidence to others. Yue Ming saw the breakthrough of his comrades, and his fighting spirit was completely ignited.

He was no longer eager for success, but learned to deal with it more calmly. Although the paintballs hit him like raindrops, he seemed to be in a state of isolation from the outside world. In this highly focused state, his movements became more accurate and smooth.

"Lower your center of gravity and use your waist to exert force, so that the stability will be better!" Qin Yuan's voice echoed in the venue, and every word pierced everyone's heart like a nail.

Yue Ming immediately adjusted his posture after hearing this, squatting his legs slightly, tightening his waist, and felt that his movements became more stable. Sure enough, the next time he shot, his paintball hit the red circle accurately.

The machine stopped running, and the venue was instantly quiet for a few seconds, with only the colored smoke slowly dissipating.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Yue Ming. His chest was rising and falling violently, and the sweat on his forehead was shining under the light. Although his arms were still shaking slightly, his inner sense of accomplishment was incomparable. (End of this chapter)