Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

Chapter 491 Selection 1

Author: Durian Shield

Chapter 491 Selection 1

Rez Vazquez is a Marine Corps veteran who has followed Fang Lang to Germany for a long time. Because he participated in several battles, he accumulated merit and became a sergeant squad leader.

Before joining the army, Rez Vazquez was just the son of a serf on an ordinary farm in the central plateau of Brazil. Having participated in the European War, he was transferred to the Marine Corps formed by Fang Lang.

As a veteran who had participated in the European War, he was proud of himself. An army soldier was transferred to the newly formed Marine Corps, which made him very uncomfortable and even resisted for a time.

But in the First Fleet, he had a completely different experience from the original Brazilian army. Here he did not have to use his meager military salary to bribe his superiors, and there was absolutely no situation where his superiors withheld military salary.

Your Excellency the General will even grant them different standards of allowances based on their respective performance, and the money will be paid to the accounts opened for them in the Brazilian Development Bank by Your Excellency the General.

Although he knew that the General would not deceive them, he still couldn't help but take his passbook to the counter of the Brazilian Development Bank to check his balance every month. He looked at the bank account and couldn't even think about it.

Deposits, Rez Vazquez often wakes up laughing in his sleep.

Because his team was assigned to go to Germany with Zhuang Xintian and participated in the excavation of German treasures. After returning home, all of them made a fortune.

Together with his comrades, he bought a newly built three-story small western-style building in downtown Natal near the naval base, and redeemed his parents, younger brothers and sisters who lived as serfs in the central plateau of Brazil from the farmers.

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His parents went to work in a factory in Natal. Because his parents were military dependents, working in the factory was easy and profitable. This was a special privilege for military dependents.

His younger siblings were sent to the newly built school for military children in Natal, and his family underwent earth-shaking changes. All these changes were because he followed a good commander, and he knew it very well.

Therefore, he is full of gratitude to his boss, General Fang Lang. Whether in the military camp or outside the military camp, he will never allow anyone to say a bad word about General Fang Lang. If he hears it, he will rush forward without hesitation.

, let him know how hard his fist is.

According to his current situation, he could actually choose to become a rich man after retiring and live his own life peacefully. But apart from serving as a soldier, he has no other skills. When he thinks about his life after retirement, he

Some anxiety.

If he is not promoted to an officer this year, he will have to change his career and retire from the army. But except for the last battle of Fernando de Noronha Islands, there is no war to fight now, so naturally there will be no promotion for meritorious service.

Chance.

Of course, in fact, even after he is discharged from the army, he does not have to worry too much about having nothing to do, because he has participated in cultural studies in the army and is among the best in academic performance. The commander of the Marine Corps also talked to him, and he can choose

After being discharged from the army, he was directly recommended to study at the Brazilian Police University. After graduation, he became a police officer.

But he didn't want to leave the military camp. He clearly remembered that General Fang once said that if Marine Corps soldiers have outstanding training performance and can be selected into the Naval Special Tactics Research Group and become official members, they can obtain the official rank of second lieutenant and become

A regular officer of the Marine Corps.

In this way, he can stay in the Marine Corps and fight for General Fang without having to be discharged from the army.

After more than six months of arduous training, everyone has been transformed. Rez Vazquez, who once thought he was strong enough, has broken through his limits again and again, becoming a super super player that even American instructors were amazed by.

warrior.

But General Fang didn't know whether he was too busy or had forgotten to form a special tactics research team as he had promised, and he had not organized a selection. This made him very worried, because there were still more than three months before he could no longer become an officer.

He is not willing to accept the fact that he no longer faces retirement.

Fortunately, the selection he had been looking forward to finally arrived, which kept him from having a good rest for two consecutive nights.

The selection was based on the principle of voluntary registration. While they were still on the transport ship, officers had already come to collect their willingness to register. Looking at the long list on the registration form, Rez Vazquez felt a little headache.

He had already guessed that many people would sign up to participate, because after the intensive training, there were still many soldiers like him who did not take a break but kept practicing silently, just waiting for this opportunity.

But he didn't expect that there would be so many people signing up for the election. There were nearly 2,000 Marine Corps members who signed up for the election, out of a total of 2,500 people.

Almost everyone in his platoon had signed up, which made him very nervous. For this reason, he had to force himself to seize every minute and every second of rest.

Because he has participated in the European war, he knows very well the importance of recharging his energy.

The selection time came faster than he thought. On the day after entering the jungle warfare training camp, all the soldiers who signed up to participate in the Navy's special tactics research team were gathered into a separate camp.

If the jungle warfare training camp can be called a reduced version of the field camp, this separate camp area cannot actually be called a camp at all.

Because this place is actually just a slightly flat wilderness in the dense primitive jungle. There is not even a place suitable for lining up, which shows how difficult the conditions are.

The first thing they did after entering the camp was to set up their own tent. Fortunately, for them who had undergone rigorous training, this kind of thing was just child's play.

But Rez Vazquez saw a sense of schadenfreude in the eyes of the soldiers from the guard company who supervised their tent construction, which gave him a very bad feeling.

Yes, because there are no real members of the special tactics research team, the people responsible for the selection are these soldiers from General Fang's guard company.

Rez Vazquez's very bad premonition soon came true. After a hard day's work setting up the camp, everyone was exhausted and everyone went to bed early.

Just when Rez Vázquez was sleeping soundly, the sound of violent machine gun fire suddenly sounded in his ears. Before he could even react to what happened, the tent was filled with choking smoke, which made people feel uncomfortable.

I couldn't open my eyes and kept coughing.

Everyone in the tent was in chaos for a moment, and Rez Vazquez immediately realized that the selection had begun.

All soldiers of the Marine Corps have participated in emergency muster training, but the training at that time mostly involved waking everyone up from their sleep by sounding emergency muster whistles.

But there were indeed real sounds of gunfire and choking smoke bombs. Some soldiers who had never participated in actual combat did not even put on their clothes and wanted to rush out of the tent directly.

Rez Vazquez, the sergeant squad leader, quickly endured the choking smoke and reminded loudly:

"Everyone, please don't run around. This is an emergency gathering and the selection has officially begun."

The dark tent exuded a choking smell, and Rez Vazquez's eyes couldn't help but began to react to stress, and tears naturally filled his eyes.

He didn't have time to think too much. He reminded everyone and quickly arranged his clothes. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his clothes, he grabbed the rifle beside the bed and rushed out of the tent quickly.

Rez Vazquez rushed out of the tent and found that things were just as he expected. There was a guy wearing a gas mask outside the tent, holding a light machine gun and firing continuously at the sky.

There was a bonfire burning in the open space in the middle of the camp, and a group of embarrassed Marines had gathered in front of the bonfire.

The guy wearing the gas mask probably saw that he was fully equipped and just roared at him:

"Why are you still looking at me? The sound of gunfire is an order, don't you understand?"

After saying that, he wanted to kick him, but luckily he dodged it nimbly. He didn't care what the guy wearing the gas mask said cursingly, and just gathered towards the open space in front of the bonfire.

For someone who had experienced vicious curses from American instructors, these words were not enough to scratch his itch.

When he quickly rushed to the bonfire, the flat land they had just cleared out during the day, he saw the fleet commander, General Fang, standing in front of the bonfire with a serious look on his face, raising his hand and looking at the watch on his hand.

Timing.

Looking up at the soldiers who were slowly gathering around him, Rez Vazquez breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know how long the time limit was, it was obvious that he arrived at the scene within the time limit.

Just when he was secretly rejoicing, less than a minute had passed. General Fang put down his left hand and stopped the timer. He said seriously:

"Time's up!"

An officer who had been standing next to General Fang took out a flare gun and fired it into the sky with a bang. The entire camp was illuminated in bright red. The guys wearing gas masks who had been standing at the door of each tent saw

After reaching the signal bomb, he stopped directly at the entrance of the tent to stop everyone who was about to rush out of the tent.

Rez Vazquez understood that those guys who did not arrive at the meeting point within the stipulated time were eliminated. Taking a look at the warriors gathered near the bonfire, he guessed in his mind that at least two levels of warriors had lost their chance.

Soon an officer began to shout commands for everyone at the assembly point to organize their teams. When everyone's teams were organized, someone began to check everyone's equipment in the team.

Some people were picked out because they were not wearing hats, some were not carrying weapons, some were not buttoned up, and some were not fastened up because their shoelaces were not tied properly. In short, they were picked out by those responsible for various reasons.

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These people were gathered to one side, and Rez Vazquez understood that these people were also eliminated.

At this moment, he felt unprecedented pressure. In just one emergency gathering, three levels of people were directly eliminated.

Next, someone gave each of them a backpack and asked them to fill it with ten kilograms of rocks from a huge pile of rocks. Then they began to go cross-country fully armed with heavy loads.

In the dark night, the 20-kilometer-long fully armed cross-country trip was a challenge they had never tried during training in the Marine Corps. Rez Vazquez did not complain at all and silently put on his backpack and followed the instructor's instructions.

, start off-roading.

This means that everyone in the Marine Corps has overcome night blindness after receiving reasonable dietary supplements. In addition, there are torches at regular intervals to point the way for everyone.

But this apparently temporary cross-country route also caused Rez Vazquez to suffer a lot. When he circled the flag, got a small sign marking the halfway point, and ran back to the camp

, the sky is already bright.

At the gate of the camp, there was an officer counting the time, and several soldiers were checking the soldiers' small tags and weighing the weight of the backpack.

A few sneaky soldiers were dragged aside, feeling dejected and feeling sorry for themselves.

Fortunately, Rez Vazquez didn't have the habit of cheating and sneaking around. He looked at those people with some disdain, just when he thought he could rest after arriving successfully.

The instructors signaled him to continue running forward, turned around a small forest, and saw a shooting training range ahead. A soldier in charge of the assessment stuffed an M1 Garand rifle and three eight-round magazines into it.

In his hand, he signaled to start the shooting assessment.

Rez Vazquez looked at the soldier next to him with an expression of disbelief. He took the equipment handed over to him with his hands that were already a bit unruly due to the strenuous exercise, and wanted to say something to him.

But the soldier didn't even look at him. He took out a chronograph pocket watch from his pocket and walked to the shooting position to start timing, and said indifferently:

"Please shoot the bullets in your hand to target No. 45 within two minutes. If the bullets hit the target No. 45 less than fifteen times, you will be eliminated."

(End of chapter)