Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 67 The selection begins

The five people from Changning obediently climbed into the Mengshi off-road vehicle, not daring to move an inch, and keeping their eyes straight ahead the whole way.

Qiangzi and Tuoniao, who had previously insisted on teaching the high school team a lesson, were now like quails, trying their best to shrink themselves and avoid attracting attention.

However, their gang only consisted of five people, and Qiangzi and Tuoniao's guilty looks made them even more conspicuous.

After Chang Ning got into the car, she was in a daze. Lao Pao looked at Chang Ning with worry in his eyes.

"Chang Ning, are you alright?"

"I am fine."

Chang Ning felt that her behavior was too childish after this incident.

Even without Chang Ning's interference, Qiangzi and the others were still able to join Wolf Fang. And if I helped them this time, what about next time?

This incident made Chang Ning put away his pride and made him more vigilant, reminding him to think twice before acting impulsively.

Throughout the journey, the high school team remained expressionless, and the atmosphere in the carriage was extremely oppressive.

In this unpleasant atmosphere, everyone finally arrived at the training camp. Many rookies squatted on the ground and looked at the senior team.

They wanted to see which incredible person could evade the special forces' pursuit and hold out until nightfall.

After the car was parked, the five people were escorted out of the vehicle by the special forces soldiers.

Before their handcuffs were even removed, they were kicked into the group of newbies, hitting several people at once.

Team leader Gao remained seated in the car, turning to look at the rookies squatting on the ground: "Do you know where this is? This is the King of Hell's palace, and you're just little devils here to report for duty!"
Whether I die a good death or live a miserable life, it's all up to me! Don't you guys claim to be tough guys?

I'm telling you, this place is hell for tough guys!

"Right now, you have no rank, no name, only a code name: Rookie!"

I swear, you so-called elite reconnaissance soldiers, you so-called top soldiers from various units, you will spend the most difficult time here!
You'll regret coming to this place and suffering like this! You'll regret making this choice in a moment of irrationality after reading those worthless novels, watching those trashy TV shows and movies!

This choice will make you wish you were dead! Because you've arrived in a living hell!
If you don't regret it, then it's my fault! But you must remember, I don't make mistakes!

After uttering those vicious words, Captain Gao pointed at Mada standing to the side: "This is Gray Wolf, he's your boss. And I'm his boss, my name is Wild Wolf."

Some of you know me; you can ask them about me privately.

At this point, the high school team leader looked at Chang Ning. Clearly, the person he was referring to as someone who knew him was Chang Ning.
"Now I'm going to open all your backpacks and throw away everything that doesn't belong to the army!"

Chang Ning squatted in the crowd and rolled her eyes in the direction of the high school team.

He does know the person, but the problem is that they've only met a few times, and the number of times they've spoken can be counted on one hand.

Upon hearing Captain Gao's words, the scouts silently opened their backpacks.

The special forces soldiers weren't going to be so gentle. They rushed up and roughly kicked over each backpack, causing everything to fall out with a clatter.

The scouts could only watch helplessly, not daring to say a word.

The high school captain paced back and forth in front of his backpack with his hands behind his back: "Now I announce the first rule of the Wolf Fang Training Camp, which is that anything that does not belong to the army is not allowed to stay here!"

There was no entertainment, no rest days, no communication, and no going out during the training period!

You will be isolated from the world! You are the lowest of the low, the newbies here, with absolutely no status! The rule here is that the strong rule!
I seriously doubt your intelligence at all, because normal people wouldn't come here to be tortured. So why are you here?

The scouts watched as the high school captain roared, and no one dared to utter a sound.

Seeing that no one spoke, Gao Zhong was a little disappointed. He was hoping that someone would jump out and refute him, and that person would be Chang Ning.

The high school team leader sneered and continued to taunt, "Do you know what the Chinese Army Special Forces are? The Chinese Army Special Forces are warriors from hell!"
Ask yourselves honestly, do you deserve it?

"Look at you all, you're practically wearing diapers and pacifiers! You think you can become special forces soldiers?"

After saying that, Gao Zhongdui bent down and picked up a book that was about two fingers thick from the ground. The cover read "The King of Soldiers of China".

The high school team leader picked it up and casually flipped through it, asking, "Whose is this?"

Chen Xiwa, standing in the crowd, swallowed hard and stammered, "Report, I...my..."

The high school team leader tore up the book right in front of Chen Xiwa and threw the scraps of paper in his face, saying, "Use this to wipe your butt."

The book's contents are all fabricated by the author, and the reason why the high school team leader is angry is because he is afraid that Chen Xiwa will be influenced by the book.

Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch.

Mada squatted down and found Xiaozhuang's backpack. Xiaozhuang looked at Mada cautiously, praying that Mada wouldn't see the photo album.

That's obviously impossible; such a large photo album would require a broken motor.

Sure enough, Mada pulled a photo frame out of his backpack. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a photo of Zhuang Yan and his girlfriend.

Ma Da, with a kind heart, simply smiled at Zhuang Yan, put the item back without saying a word, carefully covered it with some miscellaneous items, and stood up, saying, "It's all set here!"

Seeing that they had let him off the hook, Zhuang Yan looked at Ma Da gratefully, while Ma Da smiled but said nothing.

"Are you sure?" Gao Zhong asked Ma Da.

"Alright... then."

Mada was a little confused by the question, but seeing the look in Gao Zhong's eyes, he said, "No, there's one more."

After finishing his sentence, Ma Da walked towards Chang Ning's backpack.

Chang Ning saw all of this and knew that the high school team was going to start targeting him.

Is it really okay to be this blatant? It's practically like they're going to directly say they're going to mess with Chang Ning.

Immediately afterwards, Mada took a bag of candy out of Changning's backpack.

Seeing this, Chang Ning didn't know what to say. He didn't like the brand of candy that Ma Da was holding.

"Look at you all, are you still children? What do you take this place for? Are you here on vacation?"

The high school team leader held up the candy for the rookies to see, then looked down at his watch and laughed, "It's still early, it's a shame to go to sleep."

Okay, let's run ten kilometers first.

Xiwa, fearless, shouted, "Report! We...we haven't eaten yet..."

The rookies came out of their respective companies, traveled for several hours by car, and were then chased all over the mountains by the special forces.

Having not eaten all day, they were starving. Seeing that the high school team wasn't providing meals and was even making them run ten kilometers, Chen Xiwa wondered if the high school team should at least feed them first.

Chang Ning wanted to kick Chen Xiwa to death in the crowd. Did he think Chen Xiwa didn't know if the soldiers in training had eaten? He was obviously digging a pit, and Chen Xiwa was in such a hurry to jump in.
The high school team leader pretended to apologize and said, "I forgot about that. Let's run twelve kilometers first as a pre-meal exercise to whet our appetites, and then we'll eat after we finish running."

What do you all think?

"it is good……"

Now that things have come to this point, no one's a fool. Senior High's team had no good intentions, and the scouts were all listless. The rookies' reactions were not within Senior High's considerations, nor did he care: "Then let's start with a 12-kilometer armed cross-country run. Let's go now."

Chang Ning looked at the scouts around him and shouted, "Report!"

"Newbie, speak."

The high school team looked at Chang Ning expectantly, hoping that Chang Ning would come out and cause trouble.

Chang Ning raised his still-handcuffed hands and said, "Wild Wolf, you're not going to let us run away with this thing, are you?"

"Yes, you haven't experienced this kind of novel feeling before, have you? Try more of these experiences."

One second he was all smiles, the next he turned hostile: "Now you need to run 14 kilometers."

"Why!"

The scouts were fed up; they were exhausted and hungry and needed rest.

"For every question you ask, add 2 kilometers. Now it's 16 kilometers. Does anyone have any more questions?"

The newbies didn't dare to speak. Who would dare say anything? One word could cost them an extra 2 kilometers. The newbies slowly got up, dawdling around.

Mada picked up his automatic rifle and fired into the air, urging, "This is the first time a young lady has gotten into a sedan chair! Hurry up!"

The remaining special forces soldiers also began to drive away the scouts on the ground, occasionally firing into the air to create a tense atmosphere.

This time, the scouts learned their lesson. They silently lined up in four rows and started running in response to the engine's commands.

The reconnaissance soldiers had never run 16 kilometers in handcuffs before, especially fully armed – it was incredibly strenuous.

At first, everyone's pace was similar, but by the time it reached five kilometers, the gaps gradually became apparent, with some people falling behind and others filling in for them.

Chang Ning has always been in the middle of the team. No matter how his comrades around him change, he remains steadfast, and even his breathing frequency remains unchanged.

'This kid is really freakish! He ran five kilometers with weights and his breathing rate didn't even change. It's clear that Chang Ning's cardiopulmonary function is beyond what ordinary people can compare to.'

Mada had never seen such a freakish person in all his years. At this moment, his thought was: if Chang Ning's training results were still acceptable, we must not let such a talent slip away.

"Huff...huff...you kid...how come you're not tired at all?"

Deng Zhenhua was slightly out of breath as he followed behind Chang Ning, but it didn't affect his speech, though it was a little disjointed.

"It's innate; you can't learn it."

This was the safest excuse Chang Ning could think of: what's wrong with a few exceptionally talented people appearing in a great nation like China?

"I didn't study much, don't lie to me."

Deng Zhenhua jokingly said, "Even with extraordinary talent, you can't be this abnormal."

Chang Ning's talent is irrelevant to Ostrich. Now he can see that Chang Ning is a formidable player who can rival the senior team leader in certain areas, and it would be a shame not to befriend him.

He hadn't been very nice to Chang Ning before, so now that he was talking to her, he was thinking that if he couldn't hold on any longer, he could rely on her to help him out in future training camps.

This isn't to say that ostriches fawn over Chang Ning; it's just human nature to seek advantage and avoid harm, and it doesn't really count as flattery.

Ostrich was secretly plotting something. Anyone selected for the Wolf Fang training camp must have some skills; either they're smart or they have a special talent.

This selection training camp can be described as a place where hidden talents abound. Wolf Fang will select more from this group, which shows just how impressive the individual combat skills of special forces soldiers are.

Despite the fact that the Wolf Fang men suffered many losses at the hands of Chang Ning, their reconnaissance soldiers in other places are not necessarily better than them.

"I am a doctor, and from my observation, Chang Ning really is exceptionally gifted."

Even with scientific training, it's impossible to maintain the same breathing rate while running five kilometers with weights.

The medic with a red cross strapped to his arm spoke.

The medic, unaware of such an illogical system, could only attribute it to a natural talent.

After running 16 kilometers with weights, the reconnaissance soldiers who came to participate in the training were panting heavily and sweating profusely; most of them were quite exhausted.

There was only one exception at the scene, and that was Chang Ning.

This guy was only slightly out of breath and sweating, but standing among the crowd who were almost exhausted, he became the center of attention; it was impossible not to notice him.

"Newbies, I don't understand why you insist on coming here to suffer."

Anyone else want to quit? Let me tell you the truth: training like this is just an appetizer in the training camp; the main course hasn't even started yet.

The high school team, holding a megaphone, started intimidating the newbies again.

The Wolf Fang team immediately launched into a 16-kilometer run with heavy loads, which made the elite soldiers from various companies feel a little apprehensive.

Several people couldn't accept it and chose to give up participating in the selection. They walked out of the queue, placed their helmets under the red flag, got on the bus, and left.

Chang Ning and the others just watched silently as those who gave up, and no one tried to stop them.

"Is there anyone else going to give up?" "..."

The queue was quiet; no one answered the senior team's question.

Firstly, they were genuinely exhausted; secondly, the high school team had previously added two kilometers to every question, so who knew if he would do the same thing again this time?

"It's okay. Since you're not saying anything, I'll assume you're not giving up."

Very good, welcome to the Wolf Fang selection training camp.

Mada led them downstairs to wash up and eat.

Remember, they only have half an hour.

The high school team leader glanced at his watch and said to Mada.

"Yes.

Everyone, assemble! Right turn, march in step.

Under the cover of night, the exhausted rookies were once again driven into the muddy puddles on the training field.

The high school team leader stood by the mud pit with a megaphone: "How's it going? Not bad, right?"

In other countries, this is called mud therapy, and it costs a lot of money to experience it!

Look how good I am to you! I let you enjoy things done abroad and keep up with international standards!

The high school team shouted at the rookies, as if to say, "You should thank me."

It disgusted the newbies. If Chang Ning hadn't held them back, Xiao Zhuang would have started arguing long ago.

(End of this chapter)