Battlefield Contractor

For the next period of time, Lin Rui still lived through heavy training. Lewen Novel|It's just that the teammates around him have changed. It is no longer the Chinese who entered the training camp with him. Of course, there are also two former teammates, Qin Fen and Peng Lefeng.

The daily training is still suffocating. There is only one exception, and that is the general who is called an actuary. He trained alone. Due to his physical condition, he could not participate in the high-intensity training of Lin Rui and others, because it would kill him.

What is surprising is that Yelena, the blonde woman, is no weaker than the male teammates in the high-intensity training. And drinking like water, but never seemed to see her drunk.

And Ivan, who was born in the special air service group, always had a dull expression. He rarely spoke or laughed. He always had a stern expression. He would be uncomfortable without weapons. It is said that he has to hold a gun to sleep every day.

In contrast, Lin Rui and others should look normal. Although these people are weird, their training results are unambiguous. Even Zhao Jianfei, a member of Team A, may not be comparable.

With them, the first thing Lin Rui learned was silence. These people are terribly silent, even in training, there is no extra word. They all express their intentions through simple, tactical gestures. It seems that anything can be expressed in these tactical gestures.

"Hey, Lin Rui, have you seen that guy?" Qin Fen looked at Ivan in a low voice, "This guy's physique is like a Hulk. You said this foreigner is a natural breed, or he eats beef. of?"

Lin Rui shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter if you tell me this, it's better not to let him hear it. He can punch you in the **** with a punch."

Qin Fen shrank his head subconsciously, "Isn't this boring. You said, we are all in the c team, why are we still in this ghost place?"

"Nonsense, don't just stay here, do you still want to go out to fight?" Peng Lefeng whispered.

"I didn't mean that, I mean, it's a bit too boring to be training here." Qin Fen lowered his voice.

"Shhh, stop talking, that person is here again." Lin Rui glanced at the distance and whispered.

The person who came was a middle-aged white man. A man in a camouflage uniform stood in front of the members of team c. His hair was cut very short, his temples were already gray, and his green eyes didn't look alive at all, and he didn't blink. He carried an old military stick in his hand and dangled it in front of them.

"I'm Fernandez, Sergeant Major." The man shouted, "From now on, whenever and wherever you are, you must strictly follow my orders. Don't procrastinate. Get in a queue!" "Hurry up, give it all. I'm going out in line, soldier." Fernandez shouted, "Quick, quick... move on!"

Lin Rui and the other team members rushed out of the barracks and ran to the grass outside.

The Fernandez shouted again behind him: "Arranged in a row, arranged according to your serial number."

"Squat and leapfrog!" Fernandez shouted, "From one end to the other, then jump back for me. Prepare, start." Seeing him shouting hoarsely, Lin Rui hurriedly followed his request. action.

Qin Fen did not immediately obey the order, only a blink of an eye. The Fernandez ran up to him immediately, and the short stick in his hand slammed his stomach. Qin Fen slammed down and curled up. "Keep up with training, rookie!" the instructor roared. Qin Fen quickly stood up and began to jump with the team.

What Fernandez called "one end to the other" is nearly one kilometer long. Lin Rui had never done so many squats and leapfrogs in his life. His leg muscles and his stomach are burning and unbearable. Sweat ran down from his back. In the end, the muscles of the thighs were twitching.

"Very good, it seems that your quality is good." Fernandez stopped, took a deep breath and shouted, "Sit-ups! Three hundred. Don't delay."

These c team members hurriedly lay down on the ground.

"The first one who can't keep up," Fernandez said, "Run two laps around the playground, then come back and do 500 sit-ups. Prepare...start! One...two...three..." Train and then cross-country with heavy load.

Qin Fen whispered to Lin Rui with a bitter face, "What is the origin of this product? It feels similar to the Nazi zombies in Call of Duty."

"Speak carefully, pig head!" Zhao Jianfei said coldly. "If you see the rubber stick in his hand, if you don't want to be beaten by that thing, just do what he said." Although Zhao Jianfei is not theirs anymore. The instructor is now, but Jiwei is still there. Qin Fen immediately dropped his head, not even dare to put a fart.

After the training, they were called together again. Not only them, but other people were all concentrated on the training ground.

"Do you know why I called you today?" Fernandez whispered. "Because, today we are going to hold a funeral for the sacrificed brother." He looked gloomy and closed his eyes. Behind him, there were twelve urns of ashes arranged in a neat row.

Lin Rui watched quietly. The training camp is usually crowded with people and trainees everywhere, but now it is silent. On this training ground, all munitions and personnel were emptied, and a long pure black flag was hung on the shelf of the field.

"There are twelve soldiers who sacrificed!" Fernandez said solemnly, "During the thunder operation, they fought bravely and died in the line of duty. They did not die on the battlefield fighting for the country, and they could not be covered with belongings. The banner of their own country. But all this does not prevent them from becoming great fighters. Brave and tenacious, self-sacrificing spirit. Always remember that even death cannot take away these qualities from a fighter."

Lin Rui and the other team members saluted neatly.

A series of bangs, a row of mercenaries fired shots at the sky, and the gunshots echoed in the valley. It is the tradition of soldiers to shoot off.

Lin Rui looked at all of this, as every white and smooth ashes was buried, part of himself seemed to go away, like abandoning a partner who was still alive. He knew all the twelve players, although they were not in the same team. But they came to this training camp together and received training together. The faces of many of them are still in memory, as fresh as they were yesterday.

Fernandez's face looked like a stone statue. He put down his saluting hand and said: "After the group is disbanded, Team C will stay."

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