Special Forces: I, Private! Destroy the Wolf Fang at the beginning

"So, do you agree with the proposal I just made?"

The dog-headed old man asked.

"disagree."

Chen Fan answered again.

"??"

The dog-headed old man was completely confused by Chen Fan.

No, is this kid trying to make the lion open his mouth?

"I don't need a penny. These are all donated to the country free of charge."

Just when the dog-headed old man was guessing what Chen Fan meant, Chen Fan's words made him stunned on the spot.

"Are you serious?"

The dog-headed old man asked uncertainly.

"seriously."

Chen Fan nodded lightly and said: "Chief, if there is nothing else, I will go back first."

"okay."

The dog-headed old man watched Chen Fan leave blankly, feeling very complicated.

He originally thought that Chen Fan disagreed because he thought the money was too little.

Who would have thought that he would be so selfless, handing over 300 million yuan and the prescription for the miracle medicine to the country without asking for a penny.

Damn it!

How could he imagine Chen Fan as a profit-seeking person?

That day, until late at night, Goutou Laogao was still unable to fall asleep while lying on the bed.

I feel very regretful that I misunderstood Chen Fan.

Two more days passed, and in the early morning of the third day, all the students gathered urgently on the playground.

"This is the end of the two-month basic training. Next, you will enter the purgatory training stage."

"As the name suggests, in the next period of time, the training you will face will be countless times more difficult than the previous ones."

"Rookies, enjoy the calm before the storm!"

The dog-headed old man looked at the many students and shouted expressionlessly.

After discussions over the past few days, they finally decided to launch the purgatory training plan.

Because this time, they are not just recruiting new members for Langya.

They also have a mission, which is to form a new special forces commando team.

Therefore, both in terms of training intensity and training requirements, it will be much greater than before.

"There are a few things I must explain to you clearly before departure."

"First, real military weapons and ammunition were used during the training, so the casualty rate of the hell training was as high as 80%."

"Second, this training camp is very cruel. A point deduction system will be implemented. Once the score falls below 80, they will be eliminated immediately."

"Third, once you step into the training camp, you have only two outcomes, discharge and death."

"If you can accept the above three points, take your luggage and board the plane now."

"This is unacceptable. Get out of the queue now, tell me loudly that you want to abstain, and then go back and forth wherever you go!"

The dog-headed old man put his hands behind his back, glanced at the whole place, and shouted coldly.

When everyone heard what he said, they were surprised and suspicious at the same time.

"Is this naughty old guy trying to scare us? The casualty rate is 80%. How is this possible?"

"That is, as far as I know, the casualty rate in our country's military training cannot exceed five percent. Isn't his eighty percent statement too false?"

"But I don't think the instructor is bluffing, and even if he is exaggerating, the training here is not something people can withstand."

"After staying here for two months, I feel like my whole body has been tortured to death. If I had known that it was so difficult to be a special soldier, I wouldn't have come."

…

Everyone was talking about each other, and the old man did not stop him, but watched the scene quietly.

The 80% casualty rate was not an exaggeration, but the statistics from previous purgatory training sessions.

Precisely because his casualty rate was too high, Wolf Fang was discontinued after two terms.

But today, it is enabled again.

The purpose is to select a group of cutting-edge talents and make them the country's sharpest blades.

"Is the discussion over?"

"Can you make a decision now?"

"I'll give you five seconds to think about whether to stay or go. It's up to you."

After the dog-headed old man finished speaking, he started counting down.

During these five long seconds, someone finally stood up despite the pressure.

Where there is the first, there will be the second and the third.

Soon, forty or fifty students chose to abstain.

The dog-headed old man took a cursory glance and was not too surprised or angry.

He knew a little about the strength of these students, they were just people who were already on the verge of elimination.

They chose to abstain at this time, which can be said to be the wisest choice.

After all, once they enter the purgatory training stage, with their strength, they may really be injured and discharged.

If they leave now, they can return to their original troops and have other options.

"very good."

The dog-headed old man said these two words coldly, then turned to look at Zhuang Yan and said, "Zhuang Yan, write down their names and send them back the same way."

"Others, I'll give you fifteen minutes to go back and pack your things, and meet here to board the plane in fifteen minutes."

Those who chose to abstain originally thought that the dog-headed boss would severely humiliate them.

Unexpectedly, there were only two words waiting for me.

Their expressions were slightly stunned and they became a little at a loss.

This time they gave up, and they no longer had any fate with Langya.

There is still some regret and unwillingness in my heart.

But now that the choice has been made, there is no chance to go back on it.

Fifteen minutes later, a small group of people boarded the returning truck with their luggage.

The rest boarded the plane to the Purgatory Training Camp.

"Chen Fan, do you believe what Gou Tou Lao Gao said?"

On the plane, He Chenguang poked Chen Fan's arm and whispered.

Chen Fan, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, said without opening his eyes: "Whether it is true or not, we will know when the time comes."

Seeing Chen Fan's indifferent look, He Chenguang said again: "If what he said is true, then wouldn't it be very dangerous for us this time?"

"Eighty percent of casualties, and it's real guns and live ammunition, doesn't this mean that 80% of our people will be injured or killed?"

"It can't be possible, right? After all, those who can come to participate in the special forces selection are masters selected from various troops."

"I don't believe Gou Tou Lao Gao will watch these masters die."

Hearing this, Chen Fan finally opened his eyes.

"On the battlefield, in the face of danger, will the enemy let you go because of cherishing talent?"

He Chenguang was stunned by Chen Fan's words, his mouth slightly open, not knowing how to answer.

"Chen Guang, an excellent special forces soldier, will definitely not be a flower in the Wen family."

"Every soldier king is reborn from the fire on the battlefield."

"During training, you still have a 20% chance of survival."

"But on the battlefield, when you encounter an enemy stronger than you, your chance of survival is zero."

"What we have to do is to treat every training as a real battle and be ready at any time."

"Only in this way can you have a chance of survival when you encounter the enemy."

Chen Fan said this seriously and closed his eyes again.

He Chen Guang on the side fell into silence.