Soldiers Assault: Starting from the 7th Steel Company

Chapter 140 Hunter No. 1 was actually this?
Normally, 10 kilometers might not be much for Chen Jiang and Wu Zhe, who have undergone rigorous training.

But the two of them hadn't adjusted to the time difference at all. They were feeling drowsy and hadn't eaten much. It was almost dark, and instead of eating, they were going to go for a run in the dark.

“The mainstream special forces soldiers in the world now carry no less than 30 kilograms of equipment. There are stones that I have carefully prepared for you in the backpacks. Carry them, along with your guns and ammunition, and then run like hyenas!”

Once everyone shouldered their backpacks, they discovered that the stones were extremely irregular in shape, very sharp, and even the weight of each bag varied significantly, with some bags clearly exceeding 30 kilograms. Combined with the weapons and ammunition they were carrying, the weight was considerable.
"Report!" Lieutenant Johnson of the Red Guard Lightning Field Assault Team shouted.

"What is it?" Instructor Crocodile frowned.

"My bag of stones is clearly the heaviest; I request to be weighed!"

The crocodile instructor rushed over and kicked him, yelling, "You stupid pig, do you think I don't know the weight of each bag?"

Johnson was caught off guard and kicked badly, but he immediately got up and stubbornly shouted, "I demand fairness, I have the right!"

"Shut up, you idiot!" the crocodile continued to roar. "There's no such thing as fairness on the battlefield, so your only right is to choose to give up or obey!"

Johnson was shocked. After thinking for a moment, he reluctantly carried the bag of stones on his back.

"Remember, the last five people don't deserve to eat! This is a hunter's school where the strong prey on the weak. If you can't stand it, you can get out. I'm glad to see someone give up on the first day!" Crocodile shouted through the megaphone.

When everyone heard that there would be no food, they were so frightened that they ran away immediately.

Chen Jiang and Wu Zhe's backpacks were also very heavy, especially Chen Jiang's bag of stones, which he felt was probably the heaviest among everyone. However, he did not raise any objections because he had already figured out the situation. The school was using all external factors to break down everyone's psychological defenses in order to achieve the goal of elimination.

Besides, they had experienced similar training when they were in Team A, they just hadn't carried stones before.

"Wu Zhe, keep up! Don't fall behind!"

Although Chen Jiang was also struggling to run, his strong physique honed over the years allowed him to run very fast even with such a heavy load on his back. If it weren't for waiting for Wu Zhe, he could have easily run to the front.

"Chen Jiang, you run first! It'll be terrible if we don't get any food later!"

When Wu Zhe was selected for Team A, his long-distance running was just average. Although he improved his skills later, he was still not among the best in Team A.

Now that I'm here, competing against the world's top soldiers, and with this rock on my back being quite jarring, I'm really finding it a bit overwhelming.

"Nonsense! Do you think I'd eat if you were stuck at the back and had no food? You better prove me wrong and don't let foreign troops look down on Chinese soldiers!"

Chen Jiang had considered helping Wu Zhe carry his things, but the supervising instructor shouted, "You can't die in his place on the battlefield! Helping others is not allowed here, or you'll be eliminated together!"

Hearing such absurd rules, Wu Zhe felt a little embarrassed.

He gritted his teeth and fought desperately.

Chen Jiang cheered him on from the sidelines.
"Alright, we've covered 3 kilometers!"

"Just hang in there, we'll be at 5 kilometers soon."

"Keep going, catch your breath! We're almost there."

"Almost there, can you see it? The finish line is right there."

"Keep going, Wu Zhe! Think about the hardships we went through when we joined Team A. What's this compared to that? Hang in there!"

Encouraged by Chen Jiang, Wu Zhe pushed himself to the limit and ran to the finish line.

As he crossed the finish line, he glanced back and saw seven or eight people still behind him. He couldn't help but think how close he had come to disaster.

He collapsed to the ground and burst into laughter.
"Chen Jiang, I've secured your meal!"

Chen Jiang smiled happily.

Soldiers from other countries couldn't even manage a smile; they were all lying on the ground, panting heavily.

Everyone's training uniforms were soaked with sweat, sticking to their bodies. Although this type of clothing is very durable, it has extremely poor breathability.

Several white trainees tried to unbutton their shirts to cool off, but were sternly stopped by the instructors nearby.

"No taking off your clothes here! No putting on clothes here either! Otherwise it will be considered a violation!"

"This is so unreasonable. Black people are naturally not afraid of the heat. How can we be like them?" someone muttered quietly.

Unexpectedly, Instructor Crocodile overheard them. He walked over and glared at the other person fiercely, saying, "We're the ones who make the rules here! If you don't obey, you can get lost!"

When he saw the other party back down, Instructor Crocodile revealed a contemptuous look.
Then he shouted at the last five people to arrive, "You're late! You're not getting any food! Do 500 push-ups right here!"

"Oh no, God, please have mercy on me."

"Yes, we're all starving. We'll die if we don't eat."

The five of them looked pitiful.

But the crocodile instructor remained unmoved.
"The principal said at the opening ceremony that you have no names or ranks here, only obedience, code names, and enemies! Therefore, mercy is worthless here! Either accept the punishment or go and ring that big bell!"

Faced with the crocodile instructor's cruelty, the five hesitated for a moment, but still did push-ups on the spot.

Instructor Crocodile didn't wait for them any longer. He waved to the trainees behind him and said, "Get up, time to eat!"

Upon hearing that there would finally be food, everyone regained their enthusiasm and quickly got up from the ground to line up.

"Who came in first place just now?" the crocodile instructor asked loudly.

"Report, it's me!"

Upon closer inspection, everyone recognized Captain Gypsy from the Kenyan anti-K special forces; his number was 66.

Gypsy looked proud; his country had countless long-distance running experts, and when it came to running, they were professionals!
Since the instructor asked about the first place winner, they must have priority for meals, maybe even a high-end buffet.

Everyone looked on with envy. Wu Zhe was very unconvinced, because if it weren't for him, Chen Jiang should have been the first one! At least he would have been a match for him.

Chen Jiang seemed to see through Wu Zhe's little scheme, but silently shook his head.
He always felt that things weren't that good; judging from the training so far, everything here couldn't be viewed with conventional thinking.

Sure enough, the crocodile instructor put his finger in his mouth and whistled loudly. A huge hunting dog came running over wagging its tail, rubbing against the crocodile instructor's thigh affectionately.

The crowd was puzzled. Why did a dog suddenly appear out of nowhere?
"Good, congratulations, number 66, you have earned the opportunity to accompany our Hunter School's number 1 student! This is an unparalleled honor for you!"

The trainees in the front row finally saw clearly that the dog's collar was marked with the number "no.1". No wonder there was no one with the number 1 among them.

Number 1 is actually a dog?

Even more bizarre was what he said next: "Number 66, wait until Number 1 finishes eating, then you can give it a bath! I want it to smell as fresh and lovely as a young girl after its bath! Do you understand what I mean?" Gypsy was a little confused. He couldn't quite figure out what the hell he meant.
But the crocodile instructor ignored him. "From now on, number 1 will eat first at every meal. You can only start after it's finished! Otherwise, I guarantee you'll get a really bad beating!"

After saying that, he had someone bring hot food to Number 1, including grilled sausages, meat bones and other delicacies. Good heavens, there was even a bowl of borscht?

Number 66's task was to serve it well; in other words, he had to live by the dog's whims.

And this is supposed to be a tremendous honor?

"Remember, you all must take good care of Number 1's diet and daily life. If it suffers any injustice, everyone will be punished! If it makes a mistake, everyone will be punished in the same way!"

The crocodile instructor's wicked smile sent chills down everyone's spines.

After a long while, Number 1 finally finished its dinner, then rolled comfortably on the ground, its fur immediately covered in mud.

"Number 66, are you blind? It's dirty. Go to that pool over there and wash it clean! Then dry it off. Then you can come eat!"

Although No. 66 looked grief-stricken, he held back and led No. 1 over to clean her.

"Everyone else, let's eat!"

The crocodile instructor finally signaled to the kitchen staff to bring out their dinner.

They turned out to be two large iron barrels.

When you open the pot, one pot is a thin potato soup so watery you can see your reflection in it, and the other pot is filled with bright yellow cornbread.

"One cornbread and one bowl of soup for everyone. No more than that!"

At the Hunter School, no one is in charge of distributing food. If you want to eat, you have to fight for it yourself. Of course, even if you fight for it, you can only eat one serving.

Chen Jiang and Wu Zhe were stepped on several times, but they managed to snatch a cornbread, though most of the soup spilled out. They didn't care about that and squatted down to wolf it down.

Although the soup was cold and the tortillas were just corn kernels mixed with something else, bland and tasteless, they tasted so sweet and delicious at that moment.

The two men exchanged glances as they ate, probably amused that they had no appetite for the rations that Counselor Liu had given them that afternoon.

Those things look absolutely delicious now, but I couldn't eat them back then?

And now they're enjoying this little bit of food immensely.

Isn't this a blatant irony?

A tall, muscular black man, about 1.95 meters tall, grabbed two tortillas from the box, taking advantage of his size. However, he was spotted by the sharp-eyed instructor, Crocodile, who rushed over without a word and kicked the big man hard, sending him flying far away.

Corn tortillas and soup were spilled all over the floor.

"You damn stupid pig, can't you understand human language? We agreed on one serving for each person! Understand?"

He stomped the fallen tortilla into the dirt with his boot, crushing it into powder, and then shouted an order.
"Now come here and eat your two tortillas!"

"I refuse to accept this! Why can you trample on our dignity like this?" the big man retorted with hatred.

To his surprise, Instructor Crocodile stared at him with a mocking expression. "What? You want to fight me?"

The big guy immediately perked up upon hearing this, "You dare to fight me one-on-one?"

This immediately drew everyone's attention, since everyone was a soldier, and it was in a soldier's nature to admire bravery.

The other instructors around didn't offer any help; instead, they started to jeer with great interest.

"Great! If you can beat me, you can eat at the instructors' restaurant with us from now on! You won't need to participate in training anymore, and I'll get you a graduation certificate." Instructor Crocodile was very confident.

Upon hearing this, the big black guy's eyes lit up. He had seen the instructors' restaurant before, and the food was quite good. Most importantly, he was half a head taller than the instructors, and his strength was no less than theirs. If a fight broke out, he would obviously be "bullying the smaller one"!
"Okay, you'll keep your word?"

He was worried that the instructor might change his mind, so he made sure to confirm it again.

With so many people watching, I absolutely keep my word!

The instructor smiled faintly.

Upon hearing this, the big black guy could no longer suppress his anger and charged forward like a wild bull. Just as he was about to reach the instructor, the instructor dodged him with a light step using his agile footwork.

He then tripped the big black man with his right foot, causing him to fall flat on his face like a black bear that had lost its balance.

This drew a burst of laughter from the crowd.

The instructor didn't press his advantage; he just coldly watched him from the sidelines. "Get up! You clumsy bear, you can't be that weak, can you?"

The big, dark-skinned man spat out the mud and sand in his mouth, extremely enraged. He roared and pounced again, but this time he was smarter and kept his center of gravity low.

"The center of gravity is low, but the speed is too slow!" After finishing the last bite of his cornbread, Chen Jiang began to comment on the duel between the two with Wu Zhe.

Before he could finish speaking, the crocodile instructor dodged to the side, this time not extending his foot, but instead delivering a right hook to the big black man's chin.

He followed up with a whip kick, which hit the opponent squarely in the head.

What seemed like an ordinary move actually sent the huge, dark-skinned man flying backward.

He tried to get up, but his body wouldn't obey him, and he couldn't get up no matter what he did.

"Take him to the infirmary!"

The crocodile instructor gave the order expressionlessly, and immediately people rushed over with a stretcher.

He coldly surveyed the surroundings. "I welcome you to challenge me to a duel. Of course, two or three of you are welcome, but the more people there are, the harder I will hit!"

After he said that, no one dared to utter a sound.

The instructors were so powerful that they intimidated those restless guys.

This completely dispelled their thoughts of resistance.

Training is like rape; since resistance is futile, you might as well close your eyes and accept it all!

Chen Jiang, however, saw right through his moves. The instructor was very agile, probably trained in boxing, and his ability to withstand blows was likely extraordinary.

This head instructor is really something!
(End of this chapter)