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Rez Vazquez could only smile bitterly, knowing that he had no room for bargaining. Fortunately, it was not an impossible task to finish the 24 bullets in two minutes.

After all, the 1 Garand rifle is also called the Big Eight Bullets. After the eight bullets in a magazine are fired, the metal magazine will pop out of the magazine.

All he needs to do is press the new magazine into the magazine, then aim and shoot.

But the biggest problem now is that my hands and feet are trembling and I can’t even hold the gun steady! It’s really not an easy task to hit the 200-meter target with fifteen rounds.

Just when Rez Vazquez thought that was all, reality soon struck him as a human being.

After lying down in the shooting position and firing two shots, Rez Vázquez noticed something was wrong. The accuracy of the gun seemed to be wrong, which immediately gave him an ominous premonition.

As a veteran who has experienced long-term professional training in the Marine Corps, he has his own feelings about weapons.

Although his hands were shaking violently in the first two shots, the bullets fired should definitely not be that far apart. Having a feeling in his heart, Rez Vazquez forced himself to calm down and fired the third shot at the target.

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This time he was very sure that there was definitely something wrong with the accuracy of the gun, and it would never be accurate if he aimed according to the accuracy, which made him unconsciously look at the soldiers around him.

But he found that the soldier didn't even look at him, he just looked at the watch in his hand silently.

At this moment, he had a clear understanding in his heart. This was not a mistake at all, but a deliberate move. However, he had already wasted three rounds of bullets. Now he only had twenty-one bullets left, and at least four rounds of time were wasted.

More than ten seconds.

He had to treat the weapon in his hand more carefully, took a deep breath, and forced himself to enter a calm state. Recalling the impact points of the first three shots, he gradually moved the muzzle position to the upper left.

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Gritting his teeth, he fired the fourth shot.

Sure enough, this time the impact point of the bullet was closer to the target. As time passed, he threw all the gunshots in his ears behind him, and his eyes were fixed on the target two hundred meters away.

I started making constant calculations in my mind, and finally the fifth shot was fired.

This time the bullet finally landed on the target paper, but it did not hit the ring, but Rez Vazquez was no longer worried. He felt the temper of the gun, and at the same time, he slowly adjusted his breathing to the optimal level.

Status.

The soldier supervising the design obviously knew what was going on, and the guy in front of him was actually able to hit the target. He couldn't help but give him a high look.

Rez Vazquez was not in the mood to pay attention to the eyes of the people around him. He just carefully controlled his breathing rhythm and looked for the most suitable gap for shooting.

After all, he is a veteran who has undergone rigorous and professional training, and Rez Vazquez’s sixth shot really hit the target.

This made him smile unconsciously.

As if to deliberately stimulate him, the soldier beside him suddenly reminded:

"One more minute."

This made his expression suddenly freeze, and he was under tremendous pressure. He had to finish eighteen bullets in the remaining minute and ensure that fourteen of them hit the target.

He didn't have time to think too much and fired the seventh shot without hesitation. As expected, he couldn't panic. The bullet missed the target.

But Rez Vazquez didn't have time to think too much. After taking another deep breath, he fired the eighth shot without hesitation. With a ding, the magazine in the magazine jumped out and flew to the

One meter away.

Rez Vazquez didn't even look at the magazine that jumped out, and quickly inserted the new magazine in his hand into the magazine. However, the magazine of the Garand rifle was easy to pinch his hands when installing it. In a panic,

Rez Vazquez's hand was pinched severely.

The pain from his fingers to his heart made him take a breath of cold air, but he had no time to think too much and forced himself to control his breathing rhythm. "Peng, Peng, Peng" gunshots kept ringing out.

As the soldier around him gave a "stop shooting" command, Rez Vazquez finally fired the last bullet in his gun.

After finishing shooting, Rez Vazquez did not leave immediately. Instead, he lay on the ground and looked at the target in the distance. Under the target, someone was reporting the target with a flag.

Soon the soldier next to him showed a rare smile and said:

"Congratulations! You passed the design assessment and hit the target sixteen times. Please go to the camp center to gather!"

Hearing this, Rez Vazquez felt a sense of powerlessness that was about to collapse. This was something he had never experienced before. Even on a battlefield filled with bullets, he had never experienced such an exciting feeling.

Knowing in his heart that his test had just begun, and before he could relax, Rez Vazquez climbed up with difficulty after taking a deep breath of the earthy-scented air.

Following the soldiers' instructions, we dragged our tired bodies to the center of the camp to gather.

At this moment, the center of the camp no longer had the lively scene that it had when we set off for the armed cross-country trip in the morning. There were only about 20 people in the center of the camp, lying on the grass in the camp.

We no longer have the energy to even talk to each other.

When Rez Vazquez saw this, he didn't care whether the ground was clean or not. He sat down on the ground and lay on his back. Soon, a man wearing military medical sleeves came over and kicked him.<

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"Don't lie down on the ground after strenuous exercise. It will cause irreversible damage to the body. Sit up quickly."

Hearing this, Rez Vazquez had no choice but to get up. While he was lying on the ground, the number of people in the center of the camp was slowly increasing. He noticed that there were nearly two thousand people participating in the election yesterday.

The number of people eliminated this morning may already be less than 300.

Looking at the embarrassed comrades around him, Rez Vazquez smiled bitterly.

Fortunately, the assessment did not start immediately. Instead, someone carried large buckets of food to the middle of the camp so that everyone could feast and have a hearty breakfast.

After everyone finished breakfast, General Fang, surrounded by several officers, came to them and told them unceremoniously that this would be the only hot meal they would have in the next week.

Next, each of the remaining 280 people was given a simple map, two days of rations, a sharp dagger and a signal gun loaded with flares, and asked them to

Find your way through the jungle on the map within a week.

Soldiers who escape the pursuit and interception of Marine Corps soldiers who have been eliminated and did not participate in the selection and successfully reach their destination within the specified time will be automatically selected into the Navy Special Tactics Research Group.

Soldiers who do not successfully reach their destination within the specified time or are caught by the pursuers will be eliminated. Soldiers who want to give up on the way can take the initiative to fire the signal gun in their hands, and soldiers from the guard company will naturally be responsible for chasing them away.

Take away from the assessment site.

After Rez Vazquez heard about this mission, he felt bad all over. If he had known this, he should have eaten two more hot meals just now.

But now that the breakfast has been taken away, you say this is the last hot meal of the week, which makes him feel so embarrassed.

Immediately afterwards, General Fang took the initiative to ask if anyone wanted to withdraw from the assessment on the spot, but no one chose to withdraw.

Because the assessment did not indicate whether a team could be formed, Rez Vázquez noticed that Second Battalion Commander Zhuang Xintian directly initiated a team application in the team. As a veteran who had participated in the German operation with the other party, he joined without hesitation.

the other team.

Soon, three veterans who had participated in the European War like him came out and stood behind Zhuang Xintian. After the number of people in the team reached five, Zhuang Xintian took the initiative to end the team formation.

Obviously Zhuang Xintian did not ask for more manpower out of consideration to avoid pursuing troops. After all, more people means a larger target, which is easier to be tracked by large troops. It is easier to avoid pursuit with fewer people. At this point, Rez Vazquez

I very much agree with Zhuang Xintian’s idea.

After the five-person team was formed, they rushed directly into the dense primitive jungle without hesitation, hoping that starting as early as possible would put them as far away from the search team as possible.

The dense primitive jungle is full of deep malice towards all strange intruders. In the primitive jungle that blocks out the sun, the eyes can only see through the dense branches and leaves, mottled projections to the bottom of the jungle.

The sunshine passing through the jungle is like a sharp sword piercing the jungle, bringing everyone the much-needed warmth.

Those who have gone through a month of basic jungle warfare training in the Marine Corps are not particularly unfamiliar with the rainforest, but they are definitely not familiar with it.

Their five-person team had a smooth first day and encountered no danger. However, the speed of traveling in the dense jungle can only be described as a turtle's pace.

After everyone slept in a temporary hammock built with rattan that night, the next morning they found a soldier bitten by a poisonous insect and in urgent need of treatment. After everyone carried him to a relatively open and safe place, they helped

He fired a flare.

One person was lost on the first day, which made them feel a little depressed, but they couldn't give up just yet. They could only bury their heads in the road and look for some fruits and vegetables to satisfy their hunger along the way.

On the third day, they encountered the first wave of search teams, but they were alert enough to discover them in advance and took a detour to avoid them.

On the fourth day, they were ambushed by raiders at a drinking water source. Fortunately, they were discovered in time, but one soldier was also arrested, leaving only three people in the five-man team.

They have to be more careful in the coming time.

By the fifth day, they had finished eating their dry food, and they could only hide and move towards their destination, looking for food to satisfy their hunger along the way.

At this time, Rez Vazquez was very grateful to the Amazon rainforest hunter who gave them training on jungle survival. It was his training that allowed them to distinguish which animals and plants were edible and which ones were poisonous, so that he would not be killed.

Poison fell in the dense tropical rain forest.

On the sixth day, they were getting closer and closer to their destination. More and more people were rounded up, and their progress became more difficult. That afternoon, he found someone behind them following them based on their traces along the way.

Fortunately, Zhuang Xintian cleverly moved forward for a certain distance, leaving traces of everyone's forward movement, then retreated and found a place to hide. After the pursuers passed by, everyone quickly changed direction and headed for their destination via another route.

Land.

On the seventh day, the exhausted three men stumbled across the last blockade and reached their final destination. General Fang personally gave them warm applause for their smooth arrival.

This made Rez Vazquez, who felt that he had narrowly escaped death, feel that everything was worth it, and he no longer looked fearful when he looked into the dense jungle again.

Instead, there was an indescribable tenderness. He wanted to thank the other person for helping him, and his whole person was full of fighting spirit. He understood that he had succeeded in the challenge. From this moment on, he was no longer an ordinary soldier, but became a soldier.

A real second lieutenant in the Navy.

He no longer had to think about whether he needed to retire. But from this cruel selection, he realized that this naval special tactics research group might not be such a good place to be.