Chapter 6: Instructor

The base is very quiet, often as quiet as a tomb. Except for certain occasions, there will be rapid sirens. At this time, all personnel must be assembled. Lin Rui originally thought this was the same as in the army, an emergency assembly anytime and anywhere, the purpose is to develop the habit of being alert at any time and being able to participate in military operations at any time. But after a few times, he discovered that it was actually regular.
At the same time every day, there will be such an emergency assembly. Zhao Jianfei’s explanation is that every day at this time period, there will be satellites passing over the sky. In order to avoid this training camp being discovered, the best way is to gather everyone together and avoid exposure.
Lin Rui guessed that it was a former Soviet military base. With the disintegration of that huge country, it had long been forgotten and became a paradise for mercenaries.
Today, there were two other people who appeared with Zhao Jianfei. A black, and an Asian. Both of them wore heavy snow camouflage, and their military boots were a little wet, as if they had just arrived at the base not long ago. Lin Rui's heart moved slightly: Are these the other two trainers in the training camp?
Zhao Jianfei made a gesture and said, "We are all standing, come to meet your other two instructors. This is Quentin, he is responsible for teaching you camouflage reconnaissance and covert operations, as well as the best blaster." Zhao Jianfei pointed. The somewhat gloomy black man said, "He will also teach you how to survive on the battlefield. The Rwanda massacre in 1994 killed nearly a million people. And he was only eighteen years old, but he was alone in that on earth. It has survived for more than two months in China. There is no supply, no backup, and even hope."
The black man behind Zhao Jianfei looked calm, as strong as a stubborn stone.
Zhao Jianfei turned to another Asian and said to everyone, "This is Tang Kun. A professional military doctor, and a dangerous long-range sniper expert, but if you want to play close combat with him, it will be even more deadly. Because he is a man. A terrible sniper, but what really made him famous is unarmed combat. He once ruled the underground fighting arena, which made the most dangerous thugs frightened. For this kind of person, the smartest way is to never mess with him. "
The faces of all the mercenary students were a little unnatural. Both seemed to be suppressed by the violence emanating from these two people. Quentin and Tang Kun, even if these two people stand casually like this, they feel a little uneasy.
Zhao Jianfei looked back at them, shrugged and said, "Please, don't do this, you will scare these guys. Come on, smile and say hello."
The black nodded silently at these students, as a greeting. Tang Kun was even more direct. He looked at these students coldly and said, "I am not very good at talking, because I always like to be more hands-on. I promise you will hate me in this training camp. Because you are now Just like a group of idiots, they can’t understand that only arduous training can give you a greater chance of survival."
Zhao Jianfei looked at these new mercenaries slowly and said, "Well, everyone is here. Starting today, everything in this training camp will be on the right track. I must tell you that there are no human rights here, and it doesn't matter. You don’t even have a normal work and rest time. You have to experience exhaustion, pain, hunger, severe cold, various dangers and sufferings to complete this one and a half year training."
This man who often smiles languidly and seems indifferent to everything seems to be extremely serious when saying these things.
Zhao Jianfei is right. There is no fixed schedule here. In addition to training or training, the training interval is rest. Eighteen hours of training a day, the other six hours include meals, toilets, and short sleep. The first lesson was started by Zhao Jianfei, an ordnance training course.
Zhao Jianfei took these thirty newcomers to a room on the base, and took out two rifles and placed them on the table. He looked at everyone and said, "I know that almost all of you have service experience and have used weapons. So you will wonder why you need to train in ordnance and weapons? Maybe you will find it a bit redundant. But I tell you , This is a course that every mercenary must go through. The quality of this course will determine your life and death on the battlefield."
Zhao Jianfei picked up the two rifles and said, "The two guns I am holding now represent two military groups in the world. That is, the two major organizations of the Warsaw Pact and NATO during the Cold War. These two large international military The organization represents two branches of military weapons. One of them is the ak series as the most representative former Soviet weapon, and the other representative is the American equipment represented by the m series rifles. There are many weapons in various countries in the world. But the origins of its manufacturing have been affected by these two military groups."
Zhao Jianfei quickly unloaded the rifle's magazine, saying, "Weapons are different, and bullets are not universal. NATO member states mostly use 5.56 caliber bullets commonly known as NATO bullets. They are only used on general-purpose machine guns. 62mm bullets. Most Soviet weapons are 7.62mm bullets. I want you to be familiar with all these firearms and bullets. What's your problem?"
Lin Rui frowned slightly, "Why can't we not use one uniformly?"
"This question is very good." Zhao Jianfei nodded, "This is why I teach you about ordnance. Because the nature of mercenaries' work determines that we can't choose employers. We can fight for any country, so we can't choose weapons. Another reason is that for some reasons, it is inconvenient for some countries to directly intervene, so we will hire us to complete some tasks instead of them. Of course, some tasks are not visible. The weapons used are often exposed. The identity of the weapon user, for security reasons, we never only use the same weapon."
"The mixing and matching of various weapons not only gives people the feeling that they are not properly armed, but also helps us choose the best." Zhao Jianfei said indifferently. "What you have to do now is to be familiar with the performance of these weapons, even I want you to be able to imagine every part of every weapon with your eyes closed."
For several hours, what Lin Rui and others had to do was to constantly disassemble and assemble these guns. Even Zhao Jianfei will come out with some scattered or even rusty weapon parts, so that they can assemble a usable weapon in the shortest time. Lin Rui even felt that he really became a mechanical assembler.
After finishing all this, Zhao Jianfei looked at the weapons they had assembled and said, "All of them are disassembled for me, and they are completely disassembled. Mix together and do it again."
Lin Rui felt that his head was a little too big. These weapons could be described as various, including NATO and Warsaw Pact weapons. And it seems that there are more old-fashioned m1 Garland semi-auto rifles and Soviet svt rifles, these old antiques during World War II.
Some weapons are difficult to disassemble. It is not easy to find these parts from the pile of loose parts, and it is even more difficult to install them completely. Had it not been for Zhao Jianfei to send to each of them at the same time a drawing book with an introduction, Lin Rui would never have thought that this gun was actually an old antique used by the Soviet Red Army. There are things that are fully qualified to enter the military museum. God knows where they got it from.
After all this was done with great difficulty, they hadn't waited for the gun oil on their hands to clean up. Tang Kun's physical training started again, this was a crazier guy. Everyone followed him around the barren mountains and ridges where the base was located. The low temperature of minus 40 or 50 degrees in Siberia was enough to freeze people. However, Lin Rui and others were required to dress lightly, running in the snow wearing only thin clothes.
It would be okay if they were running alone, they were also required to carry 30 kilograms and run in the snow. Those who fall behind will be severely beaten by Tang Kun. He often carried a thin and long iron wire in his hand. This thing can't kill people, but it is a deep bloodstain on the body. Moreover, this Tang Kun was so powerful that he never dared to fall behind once he had been drawn once. Only then did Lin Rui realize why they were required to run in this severe cold in single clothes, because it turned out to be convenient for him to whipping and corporal punishment.
The weird thing is that no one dared to resist, especially this Tang Kun was the instructor who taught them unarmed combat. Even Qin Fen, who has always liked to talk a lot, trembled in front of him. So Lin Rui didn't even feel surprised when he saw that this person could blow the sandbag with one punch. It seems that this person is such a dangerous monster by nature. This Tang Kun didn't look big, and he wasn't a brawny man with knotted muscles. God knows where he got such great power.
Physical energy speed power. These are the focus of Tang Kun's training. Every time he finished his course, almost everyone collapsed and fell to the ground. Those who have not fallen to the ground will continue to run with these people on their backs. After insisting on completing training, he still has to be punished. "Because Morningstar Military Security Company has no habit of abandoning comrades in arms." Tang Kun said coldly. "You are not alone, but a team. So if you can't complete the training alone, you will all be punished."
And the training of the black Quentin made Lin Rui feel even more broken. The players were asked to hide in the snow and could not move for several hours until they were covered with a layer of snow. Quentin judged whether they had moved based on the snow. The wind and snow in Siberia froze almost every one of them.
This time someone finally couldn't stand it anymore. He jumped out of the snow, slapped the snow on his body angrily, and shouted sharply, "Fuck you, I'm not doing it! It's just a job, so troublesome. What? Who do you think you are?"
Quentin looked at the man coldly, but put his hand on a knife on his waist, and looked at the man calmly, "What did you just say?" His Chinese was very difficult, but his expression was serious. His dark, shiny face, his eyes and teeth were shockingly white.
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