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

In the infirmary, the lights were bright, and Zhang Chu was sitting quietly by the bed, with a thick bandage on his right arm and several small scars on his body. He looked down at the ground, his eyes complicated and his emotions suppressed.

The door was pushed open, and a steady sound of footsteps came. Zhang Chu subconsciously looked up and saw Qin Yuan standing at the door, his eyes cold and his aura as strong as a mountain. He originally thought that Qin Yuan was here to comfort or encourage him, but those cold eyes made him unable to say a word.

Qin Yuan closed the door and walked slowly to Zhang Chu. He put his hands behind his back and looked at him condescendingly. His tone was low but full of majesty: "Zhang Chu, your performance today disappoints me."

Zhang Chu frowned, raised his head, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "Instructor, I just want to prove myself... I want you to see my ability."

Qin Yuan sneered, and his voice was like a knife cutting into Zhang Chu's heart: "Ability? Zhang Chu, do you think today's performance is ability? Do you think you can rush the fastest, climb the fastest, and don't admit defeat even if you are injured? Is it called ability?”

Zhang Chu was stunned, his lips trembled slightly, he wanted to say something, but Qin Yuan's eyes forced him to swallow it back.

"Let me tell you, Zhang Chu," Qin Yuan continued, his tone as cold as ice, "your performance is not about ability, but about self-aggrandizement. You don't understand the battlefield, discipline, or team spirit at all. All your efforts , It just proves one thing to me - you are still far away."

Zhang Chu's chest heaved, his face flushed, and his fists clenched tightly. He felt that his pride was completely torn to pieces, but his stubbornness prevented him from bowing his head. He gritted his teeth and said, "Instructor, you said I'm far behind, but I've finished today's training! Others haven't finished yet, but I've finished! I'm faster than them, I'm better than them!"

Qin Yuan snorted coldly and pierced him with his eyes like a knife: "Strong? Zhang Chu, where are you strong? Do you think it is important to be faster than who else on the battlefield? Do you think you can win by rushing to the finish line recklessly? Let me tell you, On the battlefield, your impulse will only make you and your comrades die faster."

Zhang Chu's breathing was rapid, and the veins on his forehead popped out. He glared at Qin Yuan, gritted his teeth and said, "Instructor, I just want to prove myself, I have no other intentions! Is it wrong for me to work hard and return to the special forces?"

Qin Yuan's eyes were still cold, without any fluctuation. He said slowly: "Zhang Chu, you are right if you want to prove that you are right, and you are right if you want to work hard. But if your way is to use this kind of aggressive and disrespectful behavior to prove yourself, it will be adding to the mistakes. I have already said Countless times, special forces do not need personal heroism or soldiers who can only show off their strength. If you want to go to the battlefield and want others to trust you, it depends not on how fast you run, but on whether you can handle problems calmly. Keep yourself and your team safe."

Zhang Chu was silent, clenching his fists tighter, his nails almost digging into his palms. There was a hint of guilt in his eyes, but more of it was reluctance.

Qin Yuan looked at his reaction, sighed, and softened his tone slightly: "Zhang Chu, I have never denied your ability, but your ability is far from enough. What you need is not to express yourself, but to calm down." Make up your mind and learn how to become a real soldier. Only in this way can you be qualified to stand in front of me and talk about certificates and special forces."

Zhang Chu's body shook slightly and his head lowered. His lips were pursed tightly, and his eyes were full of struggle. He knew Qin Yuan's words were right, but his pride prevented him from completely bowing his head.

After a few seconds, he finally spoke, his voice low but stubborn: "Instructor, I understand... but I will not give up. I will prove myself with actions."

Qin Yuan's eyes moved slightly, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, but his tone remained calm: "Very good, I hope you remember what you said today. Proving yourself is not done by you shouting it out, but by relying on it." You come out step by step. You have potential, but the potential is not the capital that is squandered now, but the sharpness that needs to be sharpened.”

Zhang Chu nodded vigorously, his fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes: "Instructor, I will definitely prove it to you."

Qin Yuan didn't say anything more. He just turned and walked towards the door, leaving a message: "Resumption of training tomorrow, don't let me see your impulsive behavior again. Otherwise, you don't have to wait for others to eliminate you, I will be the first to eliminate you." You send it off."

After the door closed, the infirmary became quiet again. Zhang Chu sat beside the bed, his eyes becoming more determined. Qin Yuan's every word echoed in his mind, especially that sentence - "Proving yourself is not something you shout out, but something you prove step by step."

"Instructor, just wait, I will definitely let you see my changes." Zhang Chu secretly swore in his heart. This time, he was no longer impatient or aggressive, but used real calmness and hard work to catch up little by little.

As night fell, the recruit company camp was shrouded in darkness. Only sentries in the distance stood guard with guns, and the occasional footsteps broke the silence of the night.

Just when all the recruits thought the training was over and were ready to have a good sleep, the alarm suddenly sounded throughout the camp! The shrill whistle pierced the night sky, and the recruits jumped out of bed and put on their military uniforms in a panic. The lights in the dormitory were lit, and Qin Yuan's familiar deep voice came through the loudspeaker:

"Attention everyone! Assemble within ten minutes, all personnel are fully equipped and ready to carry out night reconnaissance missions!"

Upon hearing this order, the recruits were in an uproar. Night mission? And it was arranged for a surprise attack? They were completely unprepared.

Zhang Chu quickly dressed and carried his backpack, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. He knew that this might be an opportunity to prove himself. He secretly vowed that he must do his best in this mission and impress Qin Yuan and other comrades.

Ten minutes later, all the recruits gathered on the playground. Everyone's backpack was filled with sandbags and their shoulders were weighed 20 kilograms. Under the leadership of Qin Yuan, the team stood in a row in silence, and the night wind blew across everyone's face with a chill.

Qin Yuan stood in front of the team, his eyes like a knife, scanning everyone. His voice was cold and powerful: "Tonight's task is very simple. All members carry heavy loads and complete 20 kilometers of night cross-country, while conducting simulated reconnaissance missions. You will be divided into five groups, each group needs to scout the target points marked on the route, and return to the gathering place after completing the task. Mutual cooperation is allowed on the way, but it is strictly forbidden to fall behind, otherwise the whole team will be punished!"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone felt a heavy pressure. They knew that night cross-country was difficult, and coupled with the weight and reconnaissance mission, it was almost an extreme test.

Zhang Chu stood in the team, holding the shoulder strap of his backpack tightly, but he was secretly excited: This time, I will never drag my feet and never make mistakes!

Soon, the team was divided into groups, and Zhang Chu was assigned to the third group. Together with him were Duan Jinglin, Yue Ming, and several recruits who usually had average training results.

The mission began, and everyone quickly set foot on the dark cross-country road.

At first, Zhang Chu was in good condition. His physical fitness was one of the best in the team. Although the weight was heavy, it was not unbearable for him. He walked in front of the team and was responsible for scouting the route with Yue Ming.

There was only faint moonlight in the dark woods. Zhang Chu pricked up his ears and listened to the movements around him. He knew that Qin Yuan would definitely set obstacles and traps in the mission, which was not only a test of their physical fitness, but also a challenge to their adaptability.

In the first ten kilometers, Zhang Chu's team performed very well. They found two target points accurately and did not make any mistakes. However, when entering the fifteenth kilometer, the situation began to become complicated.

There were more forks in the dark woods, and visibility was almost zero. Zhang Chu and Yue Ming led the team to choose a seemingly correct path at the intersection, but they soon found that the road was getting more and more off-track, and it was completely inconsistent with the route marked on the map.

"Zhang Chu, we went the wrong way!" Duan Jinglin whispered, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

Zhang Chu frowned, stopped to check the map, and said calmly: "It is indeed off-track, but it will waste too much time to return now. We must find a shortcut, otherwise we will not only fail to complete the task, but may also fall behind."

Just as he was trying to find a solution, a weak voice suddenly came from the back of the team: "I... I can't do it anymore..."

Zhang Chu looked back and saw that it was Wang Chao, a new recruit with weaker physical fitness in the group. His face was pale and his breathing was rapid. It was obvious that he had reached the limit of his physical strength.

"Stop!" Zhang Chu walked over quickly, held Wang Chao, and asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter? Can you still walk?"

Wang Chao shook his head, his voice trembling: "I... I really can't walk... My legs seem to cramp."

Duan Jinglin frowned: "With him, we can't complete the task. Zhang Chu, otherwise-"

"Shut up!" Zhang Chu shouted fiercely, "No one can leave him behind! The instructor said that falling behind is a punishment for the whole team. We go together, and we have to come back together."

Zhang Chu took a deep breath, bent down and said: "Wang Chao, give me the backpack, I will help you carry it. You just need to walk, and leave the rest to me."

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"But..." Wang Chao's voice was full of guilt and hesitation.

"No buts!" Zhang Chu directly put his backpack on his shoulders and said in a deep voice: "Now, follow me! I won't let you fall behind."

Carrying the weight of two people, Zhang Chu's pace slowed down significantly, and sweat kept dripping down his forehead. Every step was as heavy as stepping on an iron plate, but his eyes were extremely firm. He gritted his teeth and forced Wang Chao to move forward step by step.

"Zhang Chu, you can't bear it alone!" Yue Ming walked to his side and whispered.

"You are responsible for leading the way!" Zhang Chu didn't say much nonsense, his voice was low but full of power, "I will bring him back."

Finally, after taking the wrong road, they found the right direction. When there were still two kilometers to the finish line, Zhang Chu's physical strength was severely overdrawn, and his steps became shaky, but he still didn't stop. He had only one thought in his mind: never fall behind, never drag the team down!

When they finally arrived at the assembly point, Zhang Chu almost dragged Wang Chao across the finish line. As soon as he reached the ground, he collapsed on the ground, panting, soaked in sweat, and the skin on his shoulders was rubbed red by the backpack, but his eyes were full of stubbornness.

Qin Yuan stood at the finish line, looking at Zhang Chu's embarrassed appearance, but there was no mockery on his face. His eyes were calm, and he spoke after a moment: "Zhang Chu, why didn't you give up on him?"

Zhang Chu raised his head and said with gritted teeth: "Because... I am part of the team. No one... can be left behind."

Qin Yuan nodded after listening, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a rare smile. He turned to the other recruits and said: "This is team spirit. This is the discipline on the battlefield. Remember, don't abandon, don't give up. The third group completed this mission well, especially Zhang Chu."

Sporadic applause broke out in the team, gradually merging into one. Everyone looked at Zhang Chu with recognition and admiration.

Zhang Chu sat on the ground, panting, listening to the applause of his comrades, feeling a recognition he had never had before. He clenched his fists and swore in his heart: Instructor, I will continue to work hard until the day I really satisfy you!

In the early morning training ground, Zhang Chu's sweat dripped into the dust, forming a dark mark. He stood in front of the shooting target, panting, holding the gun in both hands, but his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.

"78 rings..." Zhang Chu looked at the numbers on the shooting range and cursed in a low voice. His fingers tightened, and he wanted to break the gun. For several days, he had been practicing shooting desperately, but his results were always stuck below 80 rings, and he couldn't even reach the basic goal of 90 rings.

Not only shooting, his running results were also stagnant. He could clearly leave most people behind when he started running with weights, but recently, the limit of his physical strength seemed like an invisible wall that he could not break through no matter how hard he tried. In the tactical confrontation training, his performance was even more disappointing, not because of inadequate movements, but because of the lack of teamwork, which led to "the whole team being killed" many times.

"Why is this happening..." Zhang Chu sat on the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked extremely depressed.

After the training that day, Qin Yuan stood at the edge of the playground, with his hands behind his back, staring at Zhang Chu coldly. He had already seen Zhang Chu's state, but he had not spoken until the other recruits left, then he spoke:

"Zhang Chu, follow me."

Zhang Chu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously followed Qin Yuan. He knew that the instructor must have something bad to say to him, and he was both uneasy and looking forward to it.

The two walked into the office, and just as the door closed, Qin Yuan's voice was like a knife slashing down: "Zhang Chu, do you know what your recent condition is like?"

Zhang Chu raised his head, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes: "Instructor, I... I really tried my best, but I don't know why, I can't make a breakthrough in recent training. My shooting results have been unstable, and my running speed can't be improved... I have tried my best, but..." (End of this chapter)