Ace Special Forces in Movies and TV Shows

Chapter 109: Extremely Rigorous Training

Qi Huan led the three through the military camp building. He walked with his hands behind his back, exuding the air of a veteran cadre, and said many inspiring things as he walked.

For example:

"Hand over all your personal belongings. What's the point of bringing a bunch of junk?"

"You should change your clothes too—we have our own training uniforms. Sigh, why waste such a good amount of money on you? It's a shameful waste."

"Look at this building! You outside teams have ruined such a beautiful building!"

Zheng Yingqi looked around at the dilapidated building that had been in disrepair for many years—it must have been really tough on this guy in front of me, to play the villain, he could lie through his teeth and say anything.

Cheng Cai and Xu Sanduo had learned Zheng Yingqi's silence, listening to the man's venting as silently as possible.

Qi Huan was performing in front of the stage. While going upstairs, he secretly glanced at the expressions of the three people. Zheng Yingqi was calm and composed, as if his performance had been in vain. He felt like he had punched cotton. Fortunately, Xu Sanduo and Cheng Cai looked depressed, which comforted him.

A captain in marine camouflage was peeking around when Qi Huan caught him red-handed. The lieutenant, still in his position, immediately scolded, "Do you want to poke around in the corridor? If you want, I'll grant your wish!"

The captain shrank back in grief and indignation. Xu Sanduo and Cheng Cai were stunned. This was the first time they had ever seen a lieutenant scolding a captain like he was a grandson.

Qi Huan acted as if he had done something insignificant, and continued leading the three of them forward until they reached the last dormitory room, where he pushed open the door and went inside.

The two men inside, one dressed in Air Force camouflage with the rank of lieutenant and the other a major in civilian clothes, stood at attention the moment Qi Huan pushed open the door, as solemn as if a high-ranking official had arrived.

"I heard you've been here for several hours—and you've just wasted so many hours like this without even tidying up the room? Ha, you've become officials at such a young age?" Qi Huan sneered at the two of them. Zheng Yingqi and the other two secretly glanced at the room. The only things in the empty room were three bunk beds, not even a table, and the floor was spotless.

I really don't know what Qi Huan meant by "tidying up the house"...

"The three of you are living here? Looks like five lazy pigs have huddled together. Sigh, you don't look like soldiers at all." Qi Huan sighed and walked away, continuing to walk with the gait of an old cadre with his hands behind his back.

The five of them stared at Qi Huan's retreating figure, wondering how he could have uttered those words!

"Welcome new comrade—fuck you!" The Air Force camouflage lieutenant cursed angrily after his welcoming words. The three sergeants, who had just stood at ease and then stood at attention again, all stared at the camouflage lieutenant.

"Relax, relax. I'm not talking to you guys, this is just empty talk. You'll understand later." The major said, "By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Wu Zhe, number 39, and his name is Tuo Yonggang, number 27. It's your turn."

"Zheng Yingqi, First-Class Sergeant, 702nd Regiment, T Division, W Group Army, No. 43."

"Xu Sanduo..."

"Chengcai..."

After the three introduced themselves, Wu Zhe and Tuo Yonggang exchanged surprised glances. Wu Zhe said, "I thought they had taken your ranks—you're really non-commissioned officers?"

"Hey, I didn't expect that the last three out of 43 people would also be non-commissioned officers—4 out of 43 people, only 4 non-commissioned officers. Well, non-commissioned officers are rare animals here, while officers are worthless." Tuo Yonggang said self-deprecatingly, "It's rare to see officers being worthless these days. You didn't see it just now, but a lieutenant was scolding this major like a grandson. Everything he did was wrong. If he sat on the bed, they said he didn't look like a soldier. If he stood up, they said he looked like a pillar. I think kneeling would be more in line with their expectations."

The five "newbies," destined to huddle together and tremble with fear, gradually became acquainted in this atmosphere. Just as they were discussing why Old A, the nemesis of all the Class A units in their military region, was so pathetic, a commotion came from downstairs. The group peeked out to observe and saw a scene that shocked them.

Outside of rest and meal times, Old A downstairs was actually drinking beer together!

"My God, having a drinking party in a public area outside of rest time is enough to warrant a major demerit in room 702!" Cheng Cai said in shock.

"I'm going to report them!" Tuo Yonggang couldn't take it anymore. The people who used to give him orders were much stricter with themselves, but here, it was a completely different attitude. They were strict with others but lenient with themselves—more than lenient, they were practically indulging themselves!

"Let me review the rules with you—aside from the instructor and him, you are not allowed to communicate privately with any base personnel. In other words, you can only report to him personally!" Wu Zhe said numbly.

"What kind of rule is this?" Tuo Yonggang was so angry he wanted to curse again.

Zheng Yingqi, who has a God's-eye view, knows that this atmosphere is deliberately created, but even with a God's-eye view, Zheng Yingqi still wants to say: I'll fuck your mother!

Three years of military service had ingrained military discipline into his very bones; this act of defying common sense was simply...

An even more outrageous scene unfolded: the base commander, Colonel Railway, drove by in an off-road vehicle, completely ignoring the soldiers drinking together—in Tuo Yonggang's words, "Isn't this utterly rotten?"

Seeing the disappointed looks on the two officers' faces, Zheng Yingqi said to them in his heart: Kids, this is just the beginning.

In the following days, the soldiers continued to show them what "bad military discipline" meant, what arrogance meant, and what being overbearing meant—until the third night, the soldiers, who had been confined in the old and dilapidated barracks for at least two days like being in prison, finally got the chance to go out. The so-called "going out" was to line up and receive their training uniforms.

The training uniform was the standard issue for the Old A unit, but it was completely empty. Although the style was nice and people wouldn't mistake it for a migrant worker, at most they would think it was a military uniform enthusiast, and no one would think it was a soldier!

Apart from a handful of people who had witnessed the impressive style of the senior officers, most junior and senior officers were not interested in this training uniform.

Perhaps their biggest reason for discontent was that, here, they had become, in Qi Huan's words, soldiers who had nothing.

After being given military uniforms by being called out numbers, the 43 trainees were herded into the barracks like prisoners.

Back in the dormitory, Zheng Yingqi and his two friends immediately changed into their new training uniforms. Tuo Yonggang couldn't understand why the three of them treated these uniforms like treasures. Watching them excitedly put on their uniforms and giggle at each other, Tuo Yonggang said:

"Comrades 41, 42, 43, are you really that excited? Is a training uniform without even any insignia worth getting so excited about?"

Tuo Yonggang, with his foul mouth, was not welcomed by Cheng Cai and Xu Sanduo. Faced with such obvious sarcasm, the two simply ignored it. Zheng Yingqi, recalling the scene of this unfortunate kid being tricked and sent away, replied to Tuo Yonggang: "Commander, you came here with a transfer order, but we didn't. We risked our lives for this opportunity. For us, this training uniform is an honor."

The five were roommates, but the inherent antagonism between officers and soldiers meant they knew almost nothing about each other. Tuo Yonggang had no idea what the three had gone through to get here. Hearing Zheng Yingqi say this, he immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I may not understand your experiences, so I had some misunderstandings—could you tell me about your experiences?"

Although Wu Zhe knew that it must have been difficult for the sergeants to get here, he felt that he might have underestimated the difficulty of their arrival from Zheng Yingqi's words, "This opportunity was earned with their lives."

"An enhanced reconnaissance battalion plus a group of elite soldiers chased and intercepted them, with only one breakfast-style ration for 60 hours. A reconnaissance platoon plus a few elite soldiers guarded the position, and more than a hundred soldiers chased after the pitiful four spots. Some broke their legs for this opportunity, and some shot others and gave up their own readily available opportunities so that their comrades could get a chance." Zheng Yingqi recalled the assessment a few days ago and still felt heavy-hearted. The soldiers really didn't have many opportunities!

"Therefore, please respect this hard-won opportunity."

This was the first time Tuo Yonggang had seen Zheng Yingqi speak to him so solemnly. He didn't persist because the conditions Zheng Yingqi had set out were almost impossible to fulfill. Yet, the three people in front of him had managed to overcome such harsh conditions. How could he mock such people?

"I'm sorry." Tuo Yonggang apologized, but in his heart he was thinking that they had worked so hard, only to be treated like grandsons. Would it be even more painful in the future?

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