The Age of the Wolf Pack Tyrant

Xing Tian and Chen Jun's flesh wounds had mostly healed, but their gunshot wounds wouldn't recover so quickly.

"I understand your concerns. We have taken your physical condition into account. The operation will not begin for another two weeks. We are currently in the intelligence gathering phase. With this two-week rest, your bodies will be able to fully recover."

As for the training you mentioned, of course it's there; I'll start arranging it tomorrow.

The Butcher may appear to be a rough and unrefined man, but he is actually very meticulous. To become a top-tier mercenary, one must be extremely careful to survive.

After calming the anxious Xing Tian, ​​the butcher added a final layer of protection before leaving.

He added, "One last reminder: this is no longer the Great Eastern Kingdom. Even if you escape from the military camp, don't expect to return to China alive."

Yang, whom you killed, wielded considerable power here. He had spies everywhere, and once he discovered you, his men would tear you apart alive.

Even your family members will be implicated because of your presence.

The butcher's words were a reminder to Xing Tian not to run away, and at the same time, he was trying to protect Xing Tian. He knew what Xing Tian, ​​a person with his personality, cared about most.

Xing Tian, ​​who had still held onto a sliver of hope, was truly terrified when he heard that returning to China and exposing his identity would endanger his family. He completely abandoned the idea of ​​going home.

If Yang dared to lead a group to rob a building, his men are most likely ruthless and capable of sending assassins to kill people.

"Alright, since we're here, let's make the best of it. From now on, let's stick together and support each other. We're sure we can make a name for ourselves in this unknown world."

Seeing that Xing Tian was in a low mood, Chen Jun put his arm around Xing Tian's shoulder and patted him hard a few times.

"Yes, I understand."

Perhaps thinking that he was not alone and that he had a compatriot like Chen Jun fighting alongside him, Xing Tian's mood improved considerably.

No sooner had the butcher left the tent than a man in camouflage entered.

He was carrying a metal tray with medical instruments such as scissors and gauze. As he came in, he said, "This is the first time I've seen the butcher talk to the newbies so much. It's obvious the butcher likes you guys a lot."

The man placed the tray on the cabinet next to him and extended his hand in a friendly manner, saying, "My name is Charlie. I am mainly responsible for medical care for the Wolf Pack mercenaries. Everyone calls me Doctor, and you can call me that from now on."

"A military doctor?"

Chen Jun's attitude immediately improved. As a military doctor, his life was at stake, so he quickly stood up, shook hands politely, and said, "My name is Chen Jun. I hope you will take care of me in the future."

"The butcher talks too little? I think it's a shame he's not a broadcaster."

Xing Tian first complained about the butcher, and then shook hands with the doctor and said, "My name is Xing Tian. It's nice to meet you. Please take care of my injuries."

"This is my job."

The doctor smiled and immediately began his work.

From the way the doctor examined the wound to the way he treated it, you can see that he is an extraordinary surgeon, definitely an expert.

Chen Jun and Xing Tian felt even more at ease knowing that a mercenary group had such a skilled doctor.

……

One day later.

Although Chen Jun and Xing Tian's injuries had not fully healed, they no longer affected their normal movements, and the two began their hellish life.

The new recruit training proposed by Xing Tian was launched under the personal guidance of the Butcher.

Leaving aside the basics of firearms shooting, Butcher used a cramming method, forcing Chen Jun and Xing Tian to become familiar with various weapons.

You don't need to be proficient in using all kinds of weapons; you only need to meet the basic usage requirements.

Then it's time to fill in the gaps in our knowledge of jungle warfare.

For example, when fighting in the jungle, you usually use the back of the tree to cover your body and use its right rear side as a shooting support. If it is a large tree, you can take a standing, kneeling or lying position to shoot. If it is a small tree or shrub, the lying position is the best position.

If you get lost in the woods, you can place your watch horizontally and point the hour hand at half the time towards the sun. The direction indicated by the twelve o'clock mark on the dial is roughly north.

For example, if the time is 16 PM, the 8 o'clock mark on the watch points to the sun, and the 12 o'clock mark points to the north.

If you've run out of food, it's recommended to eat meat first, then high-protein insects. If that's not available, then eat plants.

When the butcher got to this point, he specifically described his own personal experience.

Centipede doesn't taste very good. The shell is hard and chews like an eggshell, with a bad texture and a bitter taste. It's nowhere near as good as stir-fried ants with mushrooms.

The larvae in the rotten tree roots are quite good; they're soft, tender, and juicy, bursting with flavor when you bite into them. Just remember to remove their heads beforehand, otherwise it will affect the taste.

Listening to the butcher's vivid description, Chen Jun and Xing Tian felt their stomachs churning.

I almost threw up!

Also, do not drink water flowing from weedy areas, as it is easy for parasites and bacteria to grow in it. If you must drink it, it is best to boil it.

Water seeping from cliffs and rocks is the best; it can be drunk without boiling.

……

In addition to learning these common sense and knowledge-based skills, Chen Jun and Xing Tian gained a better understanding of the battlefield, greatly improving their survival ability on the battlefield.

The remaining training mainly focuses on operational skills and pushing physical limits.

Every morning before dawn, the butcher would rush in, drag the two men off their beds, and subject them to a day of inhumane training.

I need to do three 100s to perk myself up as soon as I get up, followed by a 10-kilometer morning run.

After the run, we only had thirty seconds to eat, and then it was a series of tactical training sessions. Regardless of whether we could learn them or not, we were forced to cram them in like crazy.

They don't even spare the afternoons and evenings; the butchers line up their stalls just as full.

Furthermore, this training is not a fixed amount, but rather increases continuously over time.

For example, the three main physical exercises for a morning boost might only be 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 100 squats on the first day.

On the third day, the quantity of each item increased to 200, and on the fifth day, it increased to 300.

To paraphrase Xing Tian, ​​who was so exhausted he was in a daze, the butcher simply didn't treat the two of them like human beings. His training standard was simple: train them to death if they weren't already dead.

When Chen Jun and Xing Tian's morning physical training increased to 500 repetitions of each exercise and their daily run became 50 kilometers.

We finally made it through two weeks of training.

After just half a month of cramming-style military training, Chen Jun and Xing Tian, ​​whose skin was darker and who were stronger, underwent a complete transformation from the inside out.

If he was a complete novice before, he can now be considered a new recruit on the battlefield.