Special Forces: Start A Blind Date With An Ran

The training of the synthesis camp was on the agenda, and Wang Liao also made arrangements for the general affairs of the camp.

The rest are mostly details, and Chen Guofang is responsible for this, so he doesn't need to worry about it.

Next, he will put his heart and soul into the training of the soldiers, and strive to make the synthetic battalion reach the top combat strength within two months.

After finishing the matter at hand, it was already evening.

Wang Liao walked out of the office building and walked towards the training ground.

By this time, the tune of running in the camp had faded.

Soldiers are coming back from afar one after another, heading for the dormitory building.

At a glance, these soldiers walked together in twos and threes, a sparse team, not orderly at all.

The ten-kilometer high-intensity training in one afternoon made these people lose the spirit of excitement when they gathered.

"How? Anyone-complaining?"

Seeing Liu Yiming who was walking at the end, Wang asked casually.

Liu Yiming shook his head and reported truthfully, "Not yet, but everyone is not very active in running and training.

"Normal, no one likes this kind of training."

Knowing this, Wang Liao was not surprised at all.

It makes people disregard the hard training when they come up, it's no wonder they like it.

Just like Spike, even if joining is the dream of all fighters, many people quit midway because they couldn't stand the training.

As a result, those elites from various reconnaissance companies can really become special forces in the end.

Human stamina and will have limits.

Being treated like this, not many can stand it.

But Wang Liao wants to say that this is just the beginning.

After confirming that all the soldiers had completed their tasks, Tian Liao didn't bother them any more.

Nothing to say all night.

The next day came quickly.

Taking advantage of the breakfast time, Wang Liao gave orders to all the company commanders.

"Old Chen, today you take them to familiarize themselves with our combat system, and learn about the combat command platform by the way.

This is the task Wang Liao gave to all the commanders.

While soldiers are training, they cannot be idle.

After breakfast, the soldiers of the synthesis battalion assembled again.

Before the battalion commander arrived, they were all whispering.

"What do you mean by battalion commander?"

"We are still an elite force, and now we are asked to run as soon as we come here, what is going on!"

"Yeah, isn't this torturing people?"

"Shouldn't you run away again today?"

They chatted and couldn't help guessing Wang Liao's intentions.

At this time, a courageous soldier opened his mouth and asked, "Deputy Battalion Commander, won't you let us run another ten kilometers today?"

"Of course not." It was Liu Yiming's affirmative voice that responded to the soldier.

His words were like a shot in the arm, and the soldiers felt a lot easier after hearing it.

Since even the deputy battalion commander said so, there is nothing to worry about.

If it is still training, the deputy battalion commander will definitely notify them as soon as possible.

Facing this way, the soldiers relaxed a little, and felt that they could finally take a rest.

But their rejoicing didn't last long when they were interrupted by the sound of footsteps.

"All the soldiers of the Synthetic Battalion set off to the target training ground, and the rapid march training——fifteen kilometers!"

Wang Liao came to guide the practice field and told us the mission goals for today.

When they heard the word fifteen kilometers, all the soldiers opened their eyes wide.

They thought they had heard wrong.

I only started the 10-kilometer yesterday, and I was exhausted, but I haven't recovered yet, and I'm about to start the 15-kilometer?

Because the news was so sudden, they couldn't help but look at Liu Yiming.

Just now you said that there will be no training today, but what is going on now?

Feeling their gazes, Liu Yiming spread his hands helplessly, his eyes full of helplessness.

That's like saying, I mean no zippers, but that's ten kilometers, this is fifteen kilometers.

Seeing his expression, the field soldiers were itching with hatred.

But no matter how unwilling they are, they have to carry out the order.

In the end, under the leadership of Liu Yiming, the soldiers of each company set off again and went to the playground for training.

After Wang Liao ordered them to conduct training, he returned to the regiment headquarters.

Here, under the leadership of Chen Guofang, several company commanders have begun to familiarize themselves with the combat command platform and combat methods.

During this period, there will also be three company commanders of the tank battalion, as experienced people, to answer their doubts during the familiarization process

In this way, they can quickly become familiar with the combat command system and prepare for the overall training afterwards.

By the afternoon, the soldiers had finished training.

This time, the task was also completed.

They took a company as a unit and came down from the training ground sparsely. Some soldiers couldn't walk and were supported.

Although it took longer than yesterday, but on the whole, there is still a long history.

Troop training is running with heavy loads. Soldiers train for a long time, and the distance they can run in a day is far more than this.

That said, they haven't reached their limit yet.

Wang Liao didn't say much, but increased the distance again the next day.

"With a weight of 70 catties, 20 kilometers of training, finish before noon!"

This is the task Tian Liao gave when they assembled again>.

In the eyes of the soldiers, there was obviously resistance.

"Report to the battalion commander!"

"explain!"

Someone couldn't bear it and spoke on the spot.

After getting Wang Liao's permission, he immediately said: "I don't think this kind of training will have any effect on improving our strength!"

When the soldier spoke, he looked directly into Wang Liao's eyes, and his attitude was very firm.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately echoed:

"Yes, Battalion Commander, this kind of training is meaningless."

"We are not ordinary infantry, and this kind of training will not show any effect on the battlefield.

"Can't you do other training?"

All kinds of voices sounded one after another, some from the artillery company, some from the infantry company.

The tank battalion was temporarily silent, but it seemed that they couldn't bear this kind of training.

Compared with the previous training, this kind of training is too boring.

They would rather conduct practical exercises all day [than waste time in such training.

Wang Liao listened to their discussions and put forward various opinions, but remained silent.

It wasn't until the soldiers' voices subsided a little that he looked at the soldier who spoke first: "Do you think it's useless?"

"Yes!" The soldier responded without fear.

He is an artilleryman, and his daily training focuses on techniques and tactics. They don't even have the need to carry out such a long-distance run.

But hearing this, Wang Liao smiled lightly, and asked back: "So, you have absolute confidence in your own strength. "Do you think that even my orders can be unquestioned?"

As he spoke, his eyes gradually turned cold.

In an instant, the soldiers of the artillery company felt the pressure like a mountain.

"I...I'm not." Under such strong pressure, he subconsciously denied it.

But Wang Liao was not polite, and suddenly asked: "What is that!"

This loud shout made the shoulders of the entire battalion tremble.

"What makes you feel that you can ignore my arrangements and feel that everything only needs to be decided by you?"

0...seeking flowers...

Wang Liao continued to ask questions, scanning the audience.

His strong attitude and indifferent tone made everyone speechless.

"If you can't find a reason, then do it!"

"In addition, because of your stupidity, they will all be punished now. Today's training volume has been increased from 20 kilometers to 25 kilometers. Before the completion, no one can rest!"

Looking at the soldier who stood up, Wang Liao spoke coldly.

In a word, everyone raised their heads.

Twenty-five kilometers, this is a terrifying distance for professional soldiers like them.

"All there, target practice ground, step-go!"

Wang Liao gave the order instead of Liu Yiming, and then took the lead to lead the way and ran to the distance.

Seeing this scene, no matter what thoughts the soldiers had in their hearts, they could only follow silently.

Soon, one after another running tunes sounded on the training ground.

On the other side, the company commanders who finally turned from theory to practice and planned to verify the combat command platform on the tank all saw this scene.

"What's the matter, Commander?"

They were all puzzled by the sight in front of them.

The battalion commander actually led the team himself.

Today's synthetic battalion is not at all the three tank companies of the past.

As the battalion commander of the Synthetic Battalion, his status is not much worse than that of the regiment leader, and now he is personally leading the training, which is really unexpected.

"Don't worry, we will see each other often in the future." Knowing Wang Liao's temper, Chen Guofang explained to them with a smile.

Not to mention personally leading the team to train, even going to the front line to fight in person is something Wang Liao can do without any surprises.

On the practice field, Wang Liao ran ahead of the team, speeding up from time to time.

Every time you accelerate, the people behind will follow closely unconsciously.

This situation lasted for a while. At first they could keep up, but gradually, they ran out of breath.

In terms of physical fitness, even if they are professional soldiers, they cannot compare with Wang Liao.

The soldiers following behind began to whisper to each other.

"What do you think the battalion commander is planning?"

"Don't you just want to torture us?"

"Damn it, I really can't do it."

"If I keep running like this, I'm afraid I'll die of exhaustion!"

The soldiers of the first battalion were also running out of breath at this time, and they were so tired that they couldn't even complete a sentence.

They were full of confusion, but also a little helpless.

But generally speaking, their mood is good.

The artillery batteries that preceded them were different.

They are not infantry, and there are few training events on weekdays, so they have basically never run like this.

At this time, after several laps, everyone had the urge to scold their mothers.

"Grass, we came here to suffer!"

"What the hell does this mean!"

"I kind of regret coming here."

"Are you regretting it? It would be embarrassing to go back if you didn't come here, and you want to leave now if you hide."

They were talking to each other, and their words were full of complaints.

And when such words were heard by the forward squadrons, they all expressed their approval.

"Brother, you are so right, I really can't bear it."

"It's too uncomfortable, how can there be such a training."

"It's more like abuse."

"I kind of hate it."

"No, you can't admit defeat, and you can't make people look down on us!"

In the armored infantry company, a company commander spoke with resentment, echoing these words.

He couldn't stay for one more minute, but for his own dignity and his honor as a soldier of the infantry company, he didn't allow himself to admit defeat. .