Soldiers Assault: Starting from the 7th Steel Company

Chapter 144 Want to see Chinese Kung Fu? Sure!
After finishing the push-ups by the river, the instructors immediately sent us to the road to start carrying logs.

The distance this time was not long, only 3 kilometers. Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this. Now, a 3-kilometer training task is nothing, it has become a pleasure.

But once they arrived at their destination, everyone understood why the instructors had been so "kind."

This is a muddy area resembling a swamp, filled with the carcasses of various animals, some even human remains.

The skull, barely visible, was crawling with live maggots, making one want to vomit.

You know, everyone's breakfast used to be raw, bloody beef, so being in this situation is really hard to describe.

"Get down! All of you get down! Yes, raise your guns high, above your heads!"

"You stupid pig, guns are worth far more than you! Don't let mud get into the barrel!"

"No spitting! Anyone who spits will have to go down and drink it back!"

The instructors' scolding continued, and to be honest, Chen Jiang felt genuinely disgusted by what he saw.

But if others can handle it, why can't they?
"Wu Zhe, hang in there!"

He encouraged his comrades.

Wu Zhe is a very clean young man, where has he ever been to such a disgusting place?

There was even a section of intestine in front of him, which was clearly a human organ.

It is now highly decomposed, covered in a white expanse, giving one the feeling that the decaying matter is about to climb up one's waist.

Wu Zhe closed his eyes in fear.

Unexpectedly, the instructor immediately rushed over and kicked Wu Zhe, knocking him down into a muddy puddle.

"Don't close your eyes! Anyone who closes their eyes again will have to sleep here tonight!"

Wu Zhe struggled for a long time before a mouthful of disgusting mud soup was forced down his throat, leaving him utterly speechless with frustration.

Even so, he still had to hold on while carrying the gun.

The M16 assault rifles they used had an extremely high failure rate, with severely dirty chambers, jamming, broken cartridge cases, damaged magazines, a lack of cleaning tools, and the guns prone to rusting.

This is especially serious in a high-temperature and high-humidity environment like the Hunter School.

Therefore, their military generally uses AK series rifles more often.

Although the M16 is lighter than other assault rifles, holding this nearly 4-kilogram behemoth overhead for extended periods is still extremely uncomfortable.

Most of them couldn't take it anymore and put down their guns to catch their breath, but what awaited them was a barrage of punches and kicks.

After enduring more than two hours in this awful place, the instructor finally gave the order to rest.

Just when everyone thought they could finally leave this awful place, Instructor Crocodile's twisted orders came again:
The last 10 people who fight here in freestyle combat are entitled to an extra lunch!

The person who perseveres to the end will not only get an extra meal, but also the privilege of taking a hot shower!

The people could hardly believe their ears. Having food was already a blessing, let alone a hot bath?
What a distant and luxurious life this is!
When the crocodile instructor impatiently urged them again, everyone finally believed that this was not a dream!

His gaze toward his comrades instantly turned hostile.

In such elimination situations, the strong often defeat the weak first, and forming alliances is undoubtedly the wisest choice.

Chen Jiang and Wu Zhe immediately leaned against each other back to back. When you're abroad, the most reliable people are definitely your fellow countrymen.

The others also distinguished themselves by continent, quickly forming several small groups.

Among these small groups, the largest number are white people from Europe and America.
This is mainly due to the fact that special forces in Europe and America were established relatively early, and that white people generally have a sense of superiority.

Secondly, there are Black people, who suffer the most from oppression and discrimination, but they are not united enough. Their ability to band together this time is entirely due to a sense of crisis.

Chen Jiang and his group were the fewest Asians in the hunter school. Even so, the guys from Southeast Asia didn't think highly of them and instead wanted to curry favor with the tall, white team.

The result was obvious: it only garnered disdain and contempt.

Even so, these guys actually vented their anger on Chen Jiang and his group. What kind of thought process is that?

Trying to bully the weak with numbers?

Chen Jiang and Wu Zhe sneered.
Before these arrogant fools could even make a move, the two of them struck first.

In the putrid air, Chen Jiang's fist was the first to break through the air.

His right straight punch was like a cannonball, his knuckles striking the unfortunate guy at the front precisely on the Adam's apple.

The man was having trouble breathing, and clutched his neck as he knelt in the mud, splashing foul water all over the faces of his astonished companions behind him.

"How dare two scumbags be so arrogant?" A Korean man next to him roared and swung his mud-covered right fist straight at Wu Zhe's temple.

"too slow!"

Wu Zhe looked disdainful. As the other party approached, he suddenly lowered his body, and amidst the splashing mud and water, he grabbed the other party's wrist with his right hand and chopped down on the other party's collarbone with his left elbow like a battle axe.

Amidst the clear cracking sound of bones breaking, the arrogant man, who had been so cocky just moments before, was slammed into a pile of rotting corpses with an over-the-shoulder throw before he could even scream, startling a swarm of greenbottle flies.

The despicable island nation's special forces suddenly launched a sneak attack from the side and rear, sweeping a whip kick towards Chen Jiang's waist.

Seeing that it was the notebook he hated most, Chen Jiang didn't retreat but advanced, using his legs to counter his legs, engaging in a head-on collision without dodging or yielding.

"Bang" sound!
The little notebook's shinbone was actually kicked and shattered.

This shows just how terrifying Chen Jiang's lower body strength is.

Seeing that the crocodile instructor had no intention of stopping, Chen Jiang grabbed the man's ankle and twisted it.

"Crack!"

The notebook spun half a circle in the air like a puppet with its strings cut before crashing heavily into the mud.

His right leg was twisted at an eerie angle, and screams echoed throughout the room.

The remaining Southeast Asian special forces soldiers, seeing that Chen Jiang and Wu Zhe were as strong as ghosts, dared not continue fighting and hurriedly begged for mercy.

Chen Jiang spat out a mouthful of muddy saliva.

"WTF!"

He walked past them with a disdainful look on his face.

As a result, the two thought they had a chance to take advantage of the situation and even planned to launch a sneak attack. Little did they know that Chen Jiang had already anticipated that they would never change their ways, so he had been on guard all along!
He moved with ghostly speed between the two men, his right arm sweeping across like a steel whip, striking the enemy's left ear hard with the back of his hand. The man was instantly struck as if by lightning, staggering back half a step.

Then, a sweeping leg kick knocked down the last person.
"Grumpy"

Chen Jiang's moves seemed simple and unadorned, but his strength and speed were superb, so these guys were powerless to resist and were all taken down in a short time.

"Do you want to press your advantage?" Chen Jiang asked the arrogant white men with a cold smile, casually flicking the blood and flesh stuck to his wrists, mud dripping from his chin.

The entire swamp was deathly silent. Chen Jiang understood that if all these special forces soldiers rushed over, they could wear him and Wu Zhe down even if it was a war of attrition.

Therefore, he must defeat the strongest!

Those small fry we just dealt with were just a warning to others.

Of the remaining two groups, the Black and White groups were irreconcilable enemies. Therefore, after Chen Jiang and his men displayed unparalleled fighting prowess, Captain Gypsy, the leader of the Black soldiers from the Kenyan anti-K special forces, took the initiative to recruit Chen Jiang.
"Hey buddy, I think we can unite and fight this together!"

"That's a great idea!"

Chen Jiang had no reason to refuse. Although there weren't many black soldiers, compared to the white legion, the addition of Chen Jiang and his companion was undoubtedly more significant.

Within the white group, someone shouted, "Let's go! Kill these black bastards and yellow-skinned monkeys!"

All the white men roared and charged forward.

Black warriors are born with a fierce and valiant gene. Facing a powerful enemy, they rise to the challenge, and the two sides engage in a fierce battle in the mud.

Because the mud in the swamp greatly restricts everyone's speed and consumes a lot of energy, the best way to deal with an opponent is to grab them and wrestle them around in the mud.

This primitive and savage fight didn't prompt the crocodile instructor to stop it; instead, he cheered loudly.

This is the project where they eliminate people the fastest here!

Even with their exceptional kung fu skills, Chen Jiang and Wu Zhe were still entangled by the overwhelming number of white soldiers. In such situations, Chen Jiang had no choice but to resort to dirty tricks, aiming for their groin or eyes.

As long as they avoid the opponent's "death entanglement," Chen Jiang's agility and fierce attacks are beyond their ability to deal with.

Half an hour later, only a dozen or so people were left standing and breathing in the mud pit.

"Clap clap clap!"

There was a round of applause.

It turns out he was the crocodile instructor.

He happily walked into the middle of everyone.

"Very good, I am very satisfied with your performance today. I have changed my mind. The rest of you will all have a hot meal and a hot bath!"

As soon as these words were spoken, someone collapsed, unable to hold on any longer.

Medical staff arrived quickly and carried the poor creatures out.

When Instructor Crocodile passed by Chen Jiang, he deliberately stopped.

He said in a somewhat arrogant tone, "Number 87, your kung fu is quite good. Is this the legendary Chinese kung fu from your area?"

Chen Jiang replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Report, I've only learned a little bit!"

"Haha, okay, I hope to learn a thing or two from you next time I have the chance."

The crocodile instructor laughed and left.

Many trainees were eliminated that morning; they were so badly injured that they were unable to continue the training.

This was a waiver they signed when they enrolled; they were simply not as skilled as others, so there was nothing to complain about.

Overall, the white legion suffered a great loss this time. Only a few of the less prominent ones were still allowed to eat and shower. The big guys were dealt with the worst by Chen Jiang.

Number 66, Gypsy, was as happy as a child. It proved to be a brilliant decision to ally with Chen Jiang and his team.

They became the biggest winners, with a total of 7 people remaining.

When they finished their relaxing hot showers and sat down in the cafeteria, they realized that Instructor Crocodile hadn't been lying to them; it was real food.

A large loaf of toast, plus more than half a loaf of milk.

In addition, there are some vegetables and fruits.

These things might not seem like much outside, but here, they're an absolutely unbeatable treat.

Gypsy and the others wanted to secretly hide some food to take back, but the instructors stopped them.

The rewards here are only for the winners; others are not eligible to receive them.

When they returned to their hungry and wounded companions, they were immediately met with intense jealousy.

Despite Gypsy and others' efforts to explain why the items couldn't be produced, most people remained dissatisfied.

Why should we work so hard together, only to have you guys living the high life in the end?
The situation was similar on the white group's side. Seeing that they were about to start fighting again, Chen Jiang and Wu Zhe wisely moved away, since this kind of international dispute had nothing to do with the two of them.

The afternoon training will proceed as scheduled, but the number of participants is much smaller than in the morning, with only about 20 people remaining.

People have gotten used to this sudden drop in numbers. They're here to make the most of each day, not knowing what tomorrow will bring.

Just as everyone was about to lie down on their hard beds and go to sleep after finally getting through the night, several grenades were suddenly thrown into the camp.

Everyone initially thought it was tear gas.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a real hand grenade?
The soldiers near the bomb were extremely unlucky; they were blown up instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a group of hooded "K-terrorists" armed with AK-47s rushed in and opened fire on the dilapidated roof of the dormitory.

He gave a loud command.

"We are the Venezuelan Revolutionary Army, and we hereby declare that Venezuela has been occupied by us! The former republic no longer exists!"

Hearing gunshots and screams coming from both inside and outside the school, all the students looked at each other in dismay.
what is happening?
Before they could even think, these "K terrorists" rushed up and started punching and kicking Chen Jiang and his group.

Given the large number of the opposing side, all of whom were armed, and the unclear situation outside, Chen Jiang signaled to Wu Zhe with his eyes not to act rashly.

Finally, everyone was covered with black sacks and put into a large truck.

The car was very crowded, and no one knew where they were being taken. Someone tried to ask, and was immediately met with a hard blow to the butt of a rifle, knocking out two of his front teeth.

The others could only wait anxiously, and when the hoods were finally removed, they found themselves taken to a completely unknown place.

They were all kicked and beaten as they were driven into the stinking water dungeon.

This water dungeon was a stagnant pool, filled with an unbearable stench.

Several terrorists even defecated inside, which was absolutely disgusting, while the people on the shore laughed.

Chen Jiang and his men were imprisoned in a filthy water dungeon for several hours before someone dragged out Lieutenant Royce of the Royal Alps Amphibious Commando.

The terrorists immediately gave him a brutal beating, leaving his face covered in blood. Only then did a burly leader emerge, grabbing Royce's already mangled hair and demanding a menacing look.

"I want to know the specific information about the instructors at this school and all of you! If you know what's good for you, you'll avoid some physical pain!"

Royce spat out a mouthful of blood with disdain. "Do you think I'd tell you, you idiot?"

(End of this chapter)