Entertainment: The Path to Best Actor for Talented Actors

Afterwards, Zhang Ze and his group gave a proper self-introduction, but it lacked the imposing presence that the special forces soldiers had previously described.

Actor Zhang Ze is from Liaocheng, Shandong, and has never served in the military!

"Xu Jia, a performing arts soldier from the Nandu Cultural Troupe, has a rank of Level 7."

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Cultural and artistic soldiers belong to the civilian cadre category in the military.

Except for the head of the cultural troupe, who was granted a military rank, other personnel were only given professional titles to differentiate their treatment.

For example, the famous teacher Han Hong enjoys the treatment of a senior colonel.

Moreover, the military training of cultural performers is really lax, and they are not considered real soldiers.

Xu Jia's professional level 7 is equivalent to the treatment of a captain.

Qiao Lei asked the group to show everyone what they had brought in their suitcases.

Only clothes are allowed to be left behind; all other electronic products must be handed in.

Before arriving at the unit, Zhang Ze had anticipated that he would be looked down upon or put in a tough spot by these special forces soldiers.

So now I'm on edge, afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll become the one who gets made an example of.

He wants to be a monkey.

Let the other people be the chickens!

"Better to sacrifice a fellow Daoist than myself!"

There's a saying that goes something like that, isn't there?

To escape from a bear, you don't need to run faster than the bear, you just need to run faster than your teammates!

Southern Metropolitan Military Region, Special Forces Training Ground.

A team of more than twenty special operations soldiers, dressed in training uniforms, stood with their hands behind their backs and their feet apart.

At the very front of the line, Qiao Lei stared sharply at each person in the queue.

"Attention, everyone! 500 push-ups! Ready!"

Upon hearing this order, Zhang Ze panicked!

"Holy crap! Is this some kind of torture? 500 push-ups on the first day? I could never do that, even if I died!"

Zhang Ze felt like crying. He was prepared to suffer, but he never expected it to be such an astronomical figure!

Zhang Ze glanced at Xu Jia and the others beside him and found that they also looked shocked.

"Zhang Ze, Xu Jia, what's with those expressions? What are you looking at? Who told you to stare like that!"

Zhang Ze immediately looked ahead, thinking, "Oh no, I didn't manage to dodge it after all. I'm going to be used as a pimp!"

"You two get an extra 50!" Qiao Lei shouted loudly.

"Everyone, I'm telling you, if I catch any of you daydreaming for even a second longer, I'll make sure you're uncomfortable for the next three months!"

"Yes!" the crowd responded in unison, their voices filled with confidence.

"Turning halfway to the right"

"Push-ups, get ready! Begin!"

Zhang Ze followed the others, lying on the ground and rising and falling in time with the slogans.

The first fifty were alright, but Zhang Ze's ability was to do 80 in one go.

When he reached eighty, Zhang Ze could no longer keep going.

Both arms were trembling violently, and he couldn't even get his buttocks up.

He was alright, but four of the other five performers from the cultural troupe collapsed, leaving only Xu Jia to stay with Zhang Ze and persevere.

The other special forces members, however, had it much easier.

The difference between professionals and non-professionals is obvious.

"Too slow! Speed ​​it up!"

At this point, Qiao Lei urged everyone to speed up.

"Is this guy even human? He doesn't do anything human," Zhang Ze lamented inwardly.

"Go Zhang Ze!"

"Just a few more to go, hang in there!"

Regardless of whether the last few rounds went awry or not, Zhang Ze gritted his teeth and persevered to 100 with the encouragement of his teammates.

Zhang Ze did 500 push-ups, 100 per set, but he only managed 300 before collapsing completely.

This dealt a heavy blow to his self-esteem, and he vowed to train himself to regain the face he had lost that day.

After a morning of training, Zhang Ze and his friends were exhausted.

The group of brothers, supporting each other, got up from the ground, lined up, and walked towards their dormitory.

"These special forces soldiers are inhuman; they don't treat us like human beings at all!"

He Da was the shortest and had the worst physical condition among them.

I could only do 35 push-ups in one go before I gave up!

"This is still a reduced version; our normal training is much more intense!"

Xue Zhonghu, the observer next to the team, whispered something.

This shocked everyone.

"This is still the reduced version, how many of the normal version would we need to make?"

Xue Zhonghu said calmly, "Two hours!"

After resting for half an hour back in the dormitory, the whistle for dinner sounded, and everyone hurriedly put on their shoes and ran downstairs to assemble.

After the team assembled, Qiao Lei stood at the front and shouted,

"Let's begin singing the battle song of a strong military!"

Listen, the bugle call of the new journey has sounded!

The goal of building a strong military calls forth from the front.

If the country is to become strong, we must take on responsibilities.

The battle flag is inscribed with the glory of iron and blood.

... "

The group followed the marching troops, singing military songs as they walked in formation toward the canteen.

Upon arriving at the canteen, everyone stood in the positions designated by the military, backs straight and at attention.

They only sat down when Qiao Lei ordered everyone to sit down.

Zhang Ze experienced firsthand the strictness of the military.

Even eating and walking have rules.

Fortunately, the food in the special forces' canteen was quite good.

It is served in a buffet style, with seven dishes and one soup, four meat dishes and three vegetable dishes.

After a morning of training that had exhausted him, Zhang Ze was now conserving his energy.

He chose the dishes he liked and also took an apple.

Seeing Zhang Ze burying his head in his rice and eating large mouthfuls of dry rice,

Sitting across from him, Qiao Lei asked with a smile, "How's it? Is the food in the army good?"

Seeing Qiao Lei's smiling face, Zhang Ze subconsciously wondered if he was being tricked by Qiao Lei.

After just one morning of interaction, he has already become habitually wary of this devilish instructor.

"What are you thinking! I just wanted to ask Li if she thought it was delicious, that's all!" Qiao Lei was speechless at Zhang Ze's wary expression.

"Delicious, delicious! Much more delicious than I imagined!" Zhang Ze nodded in praise.

To be honest, the food in the army tastes really good.

The flavors of the stew cooked in a large pot are perfect in color, aroma, and taste, possessing a unique charm.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Lei, who was a stern and unyielding figure on the training field, was quite gentle when eating.

She took good care of Zhang Ze and even gave him her own chicken leg.

And so, Zhang Ze and five other members of the cultural troupe officially joined the special forces and began their three-month experience.

One day, at a field training ground of the Southern Metropolitan Military Region.

Zhang Ze and several special forces members stood below a cliff.

This cliff is over thirty meters high and has almost no protrusions.

They are training for rock climbing.

"Liang Feng, climb up the cliff first and establish a guard post!"

"Yes"

Liang Feng, fully armed, saluted and launched the grappling hook in his hand.

The grappling hook, carrying a rope, flew to the cliff face and got stuck.

With agile speed, Liang Feng climbed the cliff, crouched on top, and searched for dangerous spots with his gun to provide security.

Zhang Ze was the second to rush up the cliff. He used his hands to push off from both sides and his toes to gain leverage on the cliff face. In just a few dozen seconds, he reached the top of the cliff.