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"Man, how awesome is this Blade Training Camp?" Zhang Yang interrupted Flat Top and asked. “In the early years, Blade Training Camp was only responsible for training Special Forces, that is to say, all those who participated in the training were Special Forces, and the best of the best were selected, and the elimination rate was generally as high as 60%. Those who passed the training will enter Special Forces Forces’s top team may be entrusted with important tasks,” Flat Top said: “Later, Blade Training Camp also held short-term special training courses, with a wider range of recruits, but it also limited relevant units and was more cruel. , the elimination rate is as high as 90%. The content of each period of short-term special training is different, and those who are eliminated in each period will not be accepted in the next training period. "I heard that few people can persist for more than three periods." What’s the use of passing the special training class?” Zhang Yang seemed not to understand. "Brother, Blade Training Camp has a very high starting point. This is a rare experience in life. Qualifying is a kind of qualification and honor. Those who can be selected to participate in the special training class are originally very good people in each unit. , if you can add another sentence, "I have participated in several episodes of Blade Training Camp," it would be even more glorious. " "Then which episode are you participating in?" "Everyone on this plane is . Those from relevant units in Shanhai Province are all participating for the first time. ""Oh, what do you call me, brother?" "I am stationed in Shanzhou, my name is Liang Ming. "My name is Zhang Yang. I just graduated from high school and am now a trainee employee of Heavenly Mechanism Group. No wonder you are still a trainee." My main identity is still a student, and I have to go to college when I go back." "Well, then you are not pretending..." At this time, instructions came from the plane, asking everyone to fasten their seat belts, and the plane was getting ready to take off. , Liang Ming stopped chatting with Zhang Yang and turned around. Zhang Yang After fastening his seat belt, he looked up at the dozen or so people in the cabin. The men are basically strong and capable, and the two women have short hair. One of them is dark and tall, and looks like a tomboy. The other one is relatively thinner, but she is also about 1.7 meters tall. This woman is sitting in the front left of Zhang Yang. From the side face, her eyes are not big, but her eyes are bright, her long eyebrows are black, and she has a fair complexion. The skin has a different charm.
After the plane took off smoothly, the fair-skinned woman turned around and Zhang Yang caught a glimpse of her entire face. In terms of appearance, her forehead was slightly high and her lips a bit thick, but the overall combination gave a very pleasant impression. Coupled with her sparkling eyes, it was easy to perceive her as a beauty.
At this moment, Liang Ming also turned around and whispered to Zhang Yang, "There are two women in total. The tall one is called Qin Wen, from the Provincial Department's Anti-Drug Team, and the beauty is called Shi Qing, from the Shanzhou National Security Department."
"Wow, you really know your stuff," Zhang Yang whispered back.
"I heard it while chatting before you arrived. There's also a pretty impressive guy here, look at that one in the second row, Six Millimeters..."
"What is Six Millimeters?" Before Liang Ming could finish, Zhang Yang interrupted.
"It means his hair is only Six Millimeters long all over his head, almost a buzz cut," Liang Ming explained. "This guy is from the Shanhai Military Region X Team, named Qi Shen. When he got on the plane, he even said, 'After participating in one session, I might not be interested in future training.'"
Zhang Yang noticed that Liang Ming was quite chatty; after a few chuckles, he didn't say much more. He then stared at Qi Shen for a while from behind. Just as he was observing him, Qi Shen suddenly turned around. With a chiseled face and slightly dark but glistening skin, his gaze was sharp.
Zhang Yang calmly held eye contact with him for about 20 seconds before Qi Shen turned back around. While Zhang Yang secretly admired the penetrating quality of Qi Shen's gaze, Qi Shen was already shocked; as a rising star of the Shanhai Military Region's elite Special Forces X Team, he had never been at a disadvantage during eye contact with others. This pale-faced young man remained so composed.
During the flight, hardly anyone spoke. It wasn't until they had been flying for four hours without landing that someone quietly murmured, "Wow, are we crossing borders?"
"I feel like we're flying west..." Zhang Yang said softly. Just as he finished speaking, a notification sound came on, signaling everyone to prepare for landing.
When the cabin door opened, they were greeted by an unmarked military airport. Beside the plane was an open-top large truck with two rows of seats in the back. After more than ten people boarded and took their seats, they were met by a young captain who counted heads and handed over to the Lieutenant Colonel who had sent them off from the plane.
"Hello everyone, my name is Cong Lin. Please remain quiet," said the young officer before getting into the vehicle. The truck then rumbled away.
On the desolate Gobi desert, a two-lane road stretched endlessly until it reached what looked like prison walls. The sky was already getting dark. The surrounding walls were about 5 meters high and topped with barbed wire; their circumference likely extended several dozen kilometers, covering a vast area surrounded by the barren Gobi. Zhang Yang deduced that this must be in China's northwest region.
As the large iron gate opened, they were first greeted by a standard 400-meter track field, with high bleachers blocking further views behind it.
At this moment, Zhang Yang noticed that there were already hundreds of people gathered on the field, likely there for special training just like him and his group of ten or so.
"Ten people in a row, stand straight!" A man resembling an Iron Tower appeared before them, wearing a tight black T-shirt. Standing next to him was the young officer from the reception, who held a roster in his hand.
The hundred or so individuals were clearly well-trained and quickly formed into a square formation, totaling 11 rows with exactly 110 people.
"Report, Black Team! Expected 110 people, present 110 people!" After counting the numbers, the officer saluted the Iron Tower-like man and spoke loudly.
"Attention! At ease!" The Iron Tower-like man nodded slightly. He appeared to be in his forties, with pockmarked skin that suggested he had a severe case of acne in his youth.
"Welcome to Blade Training Camp. This is the first short training session of the year due to venue renovations in the first half of the year. From now on, I will be your instructor. My surname is Hei, and my name is He Si Ren. Actually, when Hei is used as a surname, it should be pronounced 'he,' but it doesn't matter; you can call me however you like!"
"Damn, He Si Ren (Black Death)!" someone in the formation muttered quietly.
"Third row from the left, fourth position, you, step forward!" He Si Ren suddenly shouted, pointing at one person. This individual was the one who had just murmured "Black Death," with a middle part hairstyle and an average build, but his eyes were bright and alert.
"Report, instructor, please give your orders!" Middle Part stepped out of formation and said loudly.
"Pack your things and get lost!" He Si Ren said without even looking at him. Afterward, he made a crossing gesture towards the officer beside him. The officer seemed to have already figured out these individuals; just by looking at them, he knew who they were. Without any hesitation, he opened the roster, found a spot, and marked it with a pen.
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