Soldiers Assault: Starting from the 7th Steel Company

Chapter 141: Eliminated, how embarrassing!

After finishing their "sumptuous" dinner, these poor guys were finally able to go back to their dormitories to rest.

This is a dormitory converted from a dilapidated warehouse, with all the trainees crammed into the bunk beds.

Everyone was covered in sweat, but there was nowhere to shower, so the whole dormitory reeked.

That's not really a big deal; the main problem is that everyone simply didn't get enough to eat.

Compared to such a large amount of training, what can a bowl of soup and a cornbread do?
But there was no way around it. Let alone food, even a little soup was a luxury. There was only one tap outside, and if you wanted to drink water, you had to get a cup and fill it yourself.

"Wu Zhe, can you take a look at this blood blister on my back and help me pop it?"

Chen Jiang felt something was wrong with his back and couldn't lie down comfortably.

So he naturally assumed that he must have blisters on his back. Based on past experience, he thought he should find someone to pop them, let the pus and blood drain out, and after a while, they would scab over and form calluses, and then it would be over.

But this time it felt different because I couldn't take my clothes off; my skin and clothes were completely stuck together.

hiss~
Wu Zhe applied a little more force, and Chen Jiang grimaced in pain.

"This is how to do?"

Wu Zhe was also having second thoughts.

"It's okay, just peel it off for me! I can handle it!" Chen Jiang understood that it definitely needed to be removed, otherwise how could he apply the medicine?

Someone had previously gotten some iodine from the infirmary, so there is some in the dorm now.

Wu Zhe had just finished applying his medicine, but his condition was clearly not as serious as Chen Jiang's. From this perspective, Chen Jiang's bag of stones was really in trouble.

But there's no other good way now.

"Chen Jiang, just bear with it!"

Wu Zhe started pulling hard, and Chen Jiang gripped the bed handle tightly in pain, biting down hard on a towel in his mouth.

As his clothes were pulled off, beads of sweat slid down Chen Jiang's forehead.

When his clothes were completely removed, Chen Jiang's back was a truly horrific sight, shocking everyone in the dormitory.

"Oh my God, we need to call a doctor to save this life!"

"Yes, Chinese soldiers are really too fierce. If it were me, I would definitely have to give up."

"My God, I thought the stones in my bag were the most irregular. Compared to his, I'm truly blessed by God!"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, but their words all revealed their deep respect for Chen Jiang.

"Apply the medicine! Hurry up! I still need to sleep." Chen Jiang didn't want to waste time; in this training base, sleep was extremely important.

Wu Zhe didn't dare to hesitate. He used cotton soaked in iodine to wipe Chen Jiang's back. The intense pain was so bad that Chen Jiang was in agony. Even the soldiers from other countries around him couldn't bear to watch.

"Hey, Chinese brother, how about I call a doctor for you?"

Finally, someone offered some advice.

Chen Jiang wiped the cold sweat from his face and replied with a smile, "It's nothing, don't worry, I can handle it!"

After applying the medicine, Chen Jiang did nothing else but lie down and go to sleep.

Although this position was extremely uncomfortable, I had no choice but to make do with it.

Wu Zhe was worried he would catch a cold, so he covered him with something.
The hunter school is located in a high-altitude mountain area at an altitude of over 1000 meters, where the temperature difference between day and night is huge. The highest temperature during the day is around 35 degrees Celsius, but at night it drops to only a few degrees.

Three hours later, around midnight, several tear gas canisters were dropped in.

After the explosion, there was acrid, choking smoke.

This forced everyone to wake up from their sleep.

"Get up, you lazybones! Get up and start training!" Instructor Crocodile's signature loud voice rang out again.

"Oh my god, what time is it?"

"No way, I thought there was a war going on."

"Cough cough cough."

"Get up now! I'm giving you one minute. Anyone who doesn't come out will be considered to have automatically forfeited!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was truly dumbfounded. Was this an emergency assembly?
So he hurriedly grabbed his clothes and rushed out.

Chen Jiang and Wu Zhe had a good habit now because Yuan Lang used to mess with everyone like this when they were in Team A.

Therefore, as soon as the tear gas exploded, the two men jumped up reflexively, grabbed their clothes and guns and ammunition, and rushed out while putting them on.

Despite the pain from the wounds on their backs, military discipline and appearance were ingrained in their very bones, and they could not afford to be careless about them.

As a result, the two were the first to rush outside to gather, and the others rushed out one after another, but many of them were disheveled and looked quite embarrassed.

"You were too slow to assemble! Given your poor performance, you must be punished!"

"Report!" Wu Zhe was also a little angry.

They were the first to come out, so why should they also be punished?
"Speech, Number 88!"

"Excuse me, we were the first two to finish assembling, so why are we being punished?"

The crocodile instructor strode up to Wu Zhe, but Wu Zhe was not intimidated at all, his eyes wide open.

"Fool, the army needs teamwork to fight and form combat effectiveness. Do you think the two of you can complete a campaign with just the two of you?"

Wu Zhe wanted to argue, but Chen Jiang stopped him with a look.

Chen Jiang's meaning was clear: here, the instructors have the final say, and if we can't argue with them, we either have to obey or get out of here.

Seeing that Wu Zhe did not continue to argue, and considering that he had indeed performed well, the crocodile instructor unusually did not punish him further, but instead glared at him and walked away.

"All of you, stand in that mud puddle! Remember, you are not to come out without my order!"

It was the early hours of the morning, the temperature was very low, and the mud was surprisingly deep, reaching above everyone's knees.
Because we ate very little last night, everyone was cold and hungry.

But that wasn't the most despairing thing. What really sent chills down everyone's spines was that several instructors on higher up actually picked up several high-pressure water guns and started spraying cold water at everyone.

Moreover, the rushing water was from top to bottom, and even those wearing military caps were dizzy from the impact, and the cold was bone-chilling.

Under such brutal scouring, the crocodile instructor even gave the order: everyone must do push-ups in the mud!

Good heavens! The mud pit was quite deep; if you did push-ups, you'd sink completely into it. While everyone looked at each other, hesitant to move, Chen Jiang and Wu Zhe started.
Their push-ups were perfect, without any cheating or slacking off, which earned a slight nod from the crocodile instructor.
"Are the rest of you going to give up?"

Under his coercion, everyone had no choice but to submit.

As soon as their heads emerged from the muddy water, a jet of icy water rushed over them, giving everyone an extreme feeling of suffocation.

This inhuman torture lasted for a full half hour.

The crocodile instructor then said with a "merciful" expression, "Today's training is just an appetizer. Starting tomorrow, you will have no less than two hours of freezing training every day. The only perk is that you won't have to do push-ups."

This made everyone feel desperate. Half an hour today had frozen them half to death. How could they possibly endure two hours?
Before everyone could even react, another order came in quick succession.

"Come out, because it's still dark, so let's do what men should do!"

There was definitely no good news, because the training ground he took everyone to was a pushcart.

This method of pushing carts is quite different from ordinary training. They are several old, abandoned buses, with instructors sitting inside and holding the steering wheel, while the trainees push from behind.

It may not sound difficult, but the distance to push the cart is a full 5 kilometers.

Moreover, these roads are not in good condition, so you can imagine how difficult they are.

Some people might think that with so many people pushing the cart together, wouldn't it be easy to slack off?
You're definitely overthinking it!
The vehicles move forward in a single file, with one vehicle following another. The instructors in the rear vehicles keep a close eye on the trainees in front, and if they find you slacking off, you will be severely punished.

As for whether you're slacking off or not, they've been training students for so long, don't they have that much experience?
Behind the last car was Instructor Crocodile himself, who was in charge of the entire operation.

Because everyone hadn't eaten much, pushing the cart was an especially strenuous task. Some trainees would fall down while pushing, and the instructors behind would unceremoniously add 100 meters to the pushing distance for that group.

If one vehicle can't hold on and stops without permission, the entire group will be eliminated!

Therefore, everyone dared not slack off in the slightest and pushed forward with all their might.

When they reached the finish line, everyone was exhausted, but what was even more unbearable than fatigue was the unbearable thirst.

After high-intensity training, it is common knowledge that carbohydrates should be consumed to replenish energy.

Unfortunately, the only thing provided at the hunter school was cold water, which was readily available.

food?

We didn't even see a shadow of it!

After the 5-kilometer pushcart training, Instructor Crocodile ordered everyone to do weighted frog jumps on the playground.

They only stopped when everyone was so exhausted that some started to cramp up.

At this moment, the sky finally began to brighten, and the instructors led everyone to the canteen.

Just when everyone thought they were finally going to have breakfast, they were ordered to stand aside and watch Hunter One enjoy his breakfast!
"You, step forward!" The crocodile instructor saw that Number One was almost finished eating, so he selected a trainee from among the hungry guys who were swallowing their saliva.

This man is Devi Aungsan of the Indian Union's Black Hawk Special Forces, number 3.

"You did a great job with the frog jump just now. I've decided to reward you. After Number One finishes eating, you can enjoy the rest of its food. But as usual, you have to wash it first!"

Ignoring the student's stunned expression, he spoke loudly to the others.

"Here, there's only one meal a day! Whether it's breakfast, lunch, or dinner is not fixed! But if you behave well, you can enjoy what Number One leaves behind—an incredibly generous and rare reward!"

After he finished speaking, the other instructors burst into laughter.

Some of them had just finished eating in the instructors' canteen, and a few of them were still holding skewers of grilled meat, which they tossed to Hunter One.

This left everyone feeling indignant and bewildered.

Here, a person is treated worse than a dog?

"I protest! You are violating human rights!"

Finally, the "lucky one" chosen by the crocodile instructor couldn't take it anymore.

He can tolerate taking care of a dog.

Although it is incredibly humiliating for someone of India's high caste to take care of a dog, as long as they themselves are not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

But now I hear from the instructors that we have to eat leftovers from dogs. Is this something that people of such a high caste would do?
If their identity is exposed after returning home, they may be stripped of their caste status.

So, "I can tolerate shit, but I can't tolerate pee," so he had no choice but to protest.

"Human rights?" Instructor Crocodile glanced at the idiot and then joined the other instructors in a burst of laughter.

"Here, we are the ones who set the rules. Human rights simply don't exist here! If you can make it to graduation, I'll believe you deserve human rights, but right now? You're just a stupid pig! Understand?"

Seeing that D'Evian was still there, furious,
The crocodile instructor asked provocatively, "What, you can't take it anymore? Want to give up?"

Devi Aung San was taken aback by the question; he really didn't want to be the first one to leave.

But if he had to choose between military honor and caste superiority, he would definitely choose the latter, which is due to their national circumstances.

"I can't take it anymore! After I return home, I will definitely file a complaint with the International Court of Justice against your inhumane acts here!"

He then called out to the others, "Brothers, what kind of life have they made us live? We're worse than dogs! What are you training us for? Are you training us to be dogs?"

Although his words were extremely hurtful, the vast majority of people remained unmoved.

They are not from high castes; they are here to earn the highest honors of a soldier!

Seeing that he couldn't persuade everyone, Devi Aung San strode towards the fog bell, raised the stick in his hand, and struck it hard.

When~~~
A huge bell rang out, its sound echoing through the distant mountains, seemingly mocking the first rookie, the Indian!
"Fine, lower that damn flag, then read that statement! Then you can get out of our school!"

Instructor Crocodile disliked him intensely, not because he was the first to be eliminated, but because this guy actually tried to encourage others to leave with him, which was extremely despicable.

Devi Aung San picked up the papers handed to him by the other instructors, glanced at them, and wanted to refuse.
But the crocodile instructor coldly said, "Because there's a clause in your enrollment agreement that says if you refuse to read it aloud, the Hunter School will confiscate your national flag as punishment."

This is undoubtedly the heaviest punishment a soldier can receive.

After much deliberation, he could only read aloud in a trembling voice:

"I can't do it anymore, I'm trash, I'm a loser, if I keep training I'm going to die!"

After he finished reading, Instructor Crocodile walked over, ripped off his hat, and threw it into the blazing fire pit beside him. In a sense, this meant that the trainee had died in battle!

Finally, he threw the lowered flag onto Mount D'Vion.

He said dismissively, "Now you can get lost!"

(End of this chapter)