Ace Special Forces in Movies and TV Shows

Chapter 0110: Extremely Rigorous Training

It was pitch black, and when I checked the time again—it was still 3:30.

Bang

Just then, gunshots shattered the tranquility of the night.

Zheng Yingqi jolted awake and rolled off the bed.

bang bang bang bang bang

The sounds of bursts and rapid-fire rang out together, so dense that Zheng Yingqi, who had just woken up, felt like he couldn't breathe. Amidst the continuous gunfire, muffled explosions followed.

At that moment, it felt like a war had broken out.

Xu Sanduo and Cheng Cai then got off the bed and looked at each other with surprise and uncertainty.

Zheng Yingqi cautiously approached the window and peeked down. Below, the sentries were still patrolling back and forth as if nothing was happening: "It doesn't look like a war."

"Of course it's not war—don't you guys do target practice?" Tuo Yonggang was also awakened by the gunshots. Seeing the three of them acting like they'd never seen anything like it before, he started talking to them.

Cheng Cai hesitated and said, "If it's target practice, the gunfire wouldn't be this intense, would it? In this short period of time, at least tens of thousands of rounds must have been fired, right?"

"Old A is rich and powerful!" Wu Zhe, with a calm mind, interjected, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Tuo Yonggang replied, "What's the big deal? Don't you guys practice target shooting like this?"

Cheng Cai, indignant at Tuo Yonggang's tone, retorted, "When I was a machine gunner, I fired four hundred rounds a day!"

Zheng Yingqi and Xu Sanduo looked at each other strangely. Cheng Cai's boast was a bit too much—but they didn't expect Tuo Yonggang to be even more boastful. "Only four hundred rounds of machine gun fire? We paratroopers use Type 95 rifles, and we fire four hundred rounds every morning before having breakfast—judging from this gunfire today, are we about to get our guns on? With a gun in hand, I'll show the Old A what they're not all that great!"

Wu Zhe boasted, "I'm waiting too—I can use a pistol with both hands, and I can shoot within 25 meters without aiming."

Keep bragging—keep bragging!

Zheng Yingqi chuckled to himself and lay back down on the bed, treating the gunshots as background noise. Neither he nor Xu Sanduo were big talkers, and they weren't used to bragging. Cheng Cai was currently bragging about the three of them: one was skilled in low-light shooting, and the other two were "legendary" snipers. Anyway, bragging doesn't cost anything.

Just then, a sharp whistle blew downstairs, and as soon as the whistle stopped, Qi Huan's cold voice rang out:

"Emergency assembly!"

Emergency assembly!

Zheng Yingqi jumped off the bed and reflexively started packing. Xu Sanduo and Cheng Cai were just as fast. The three of them finished packing in a very short time and ran out the door without any order of priority. Tuo Yonggang and Wu Zhe's reaction speed was undeniably fast, but they hadn't even put on their shirts yet. They were about to run away like that.

Wu Zhe suddenly laughed: "27, let's not brag anymore. We just finished bragging and then the Three Little Steps killed us."

Tuo Yonggang was also embarrassed. Damn it, he had just been bragging so much, but reality slapped him in the face too quickly!

Zheng Yingqi and his two companions were among the first to rush down. The surroundings were still pitch black, and not a single ghost could be seen. Even the sentries from before had vanished. The habit they had developed over the past three years made them stand at attention.

People poured out of the barracks building at varying speeds, lined up on their own, and waited for the whistleblower to appear—but a long time passed, and there was still no sign of ghosts around. The newly assembled group slowly began to loosen up.

Was that assembly whistle for us just now?

"It's us."

"Where is everyone? Where did they go?"

"Could it be a joke?"

"Who makes such a tasteless joke? This is the military!"

The buzzing in the group grew louder and louder, even affecting Cheng Cai, who started looking around curiously. The "comrades-in-arms" who had been locked in the room for several days started chatting amongst themselves, making quite a lively scene.

Someone asked Zheng Yingqi, "Brother, I remember you're wearing the rank of sergeant—are all of you sergeants?"

Zheng Yingqi remained silent and unresponsive. Frustrated, the officer then asked Xu Sanduo, who stood ramrod straight to the side. Xu Sanduo also remained silent, prompting the officer to mutter angrily, "What kind of jerk is he?!"

Just then, a figure slowly strolled out from behind the tree; it was Yuan Lang.

Behind him, a number of veterans emerged, and the whispering crowd instantly fell silent.

"You're all doomed—because I'm the drill instructor."

If everyone knew they were wrong just now, then because of Yuan Lang's gloating words, their feelings of knowing they were wrong instantly turned into disgust and anger. What a despicable person he is!

Yuan Lang strolled around the assembled group with his hands behind his back, then announced, "We'll start by deducting points—two points each! Now, let me explain the rules. Our rules are simple: doing good deeds earns no points, doing wrong deeds deducts points, and there are a full hundred points. Today's mistake is enough for you to repeat it fifty times."

"Of course, the number of points deducted varies—if you happen to get ten or twenty points deducted, you're out of luck. No matter who it is, once they've lost a hundred points, they're out."

Yuan Lang spoke casually, waving his hand in front of everyone, his gloating expression only fueling their anger.

Qi Huan followed Yuan Lang like a shadow, making a quick mark on the scorebook every time someone passed by.

"Today's two points are a welcoming gift for everyone—no whispering in formation, I think that's a rule we had back in recruit training?"

What the hell is this greeting gift?!

At this moment, Yuan Lang walked up to Xu Sanduo and Zheng Yingqi and said, "These two really didn't touch anything—so we won't deduct from their fees. We should be lenient with them."

Qi Huan: "It's already been deducted."

Yuan Lang said regretfully, "Then there's nothing I can do—sorry, 41-43, two points less, is that alright?"

Xu Sanduo said, "No problem."

With extreme vigilance, Zheng Yingqi loudly replied, "Yes."

"41, you need to learn from 43: when your superiors ask you a question, say yes or no."

Xu Sanduo replied, "Yes."

"That's more like it." Yuan Lang nodded in satisfaction, looked at the two of them, and sighed softly: "You two are the two soldiers I value most. Actually, I don't treat you like this. Sigh, I really don't want you to misunderstand, but I have my reasons."

Zheng Yingqi seemed oblivious, but Xu Sanduo honestly asked, "What's your predicament?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yuan Lang revealed a smug smile: "Deduct five points!"

Qi Huan had a strange expression as he scribbled notes in the scorebook. Zheng Yingqi looked at Qi Huan's expression and wondered if Qi Huan was thinking: "I really can't be as bad as the captain."

Having failed to trick Zheng Yingqi, Yuan Lang, after tricking Xu Sanduo, whispered in Zheng Yingqi's ear, "You're very sensible, but be careful, I'll take special care of you."

Zheng Yingqi remained expressionless as if he hadn't heard anything. He understood Yuan Lang's purpose: to deliberately create high pressure and disappointment to eliminate the vast majority of people.

Seeing that Zheng Yingqi ignored him, Yuan Lang thought to himself, "Sooner or later you'll be unable to hold back."

After deducting points from everyone's scores, Yuan Lang, like a spoiled brat, said, "I set the rules because for the next three months, you're all under my control—it's that simple. You've all used up your three months of rest, so now, run!"