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After breakfast, for the members of the Azure Wind Antelope reserve team, this was one of the few moments of sweet happiness, aside from lying in bed during Nightfall. At this time, there was no need to engage in challenges testing physical limits; they only needed to sit quietly and use their clever minds to understand and digest the knowledge explained by their theory instructor.
The elites of the Underworld in this new era could not be limited to mindless acts of slaughter. They needed to master a series of detailed and intricate skills such as computing, human anatomy, firearms usage, and mecha operations. Jufeng required a group that could establish an independent domain anywhere, so excelling in morning runs did not signify much. A truly versatile talent must be like a barrel, without any weaknesses.
The instructors for various subjects were all elites recruited from different sectors of society, each a leader in their field. For many, standing in such an expansive area to give lectures was a novel experience.
Each theory class lasted three hours. When the last instructor stepped down from the "stage," a new round of Trials began.
Life is unpredictable; reality is often cruel. While everyone was still immersed in the ease and joy of the theory class, a brutal training session was about to commence.
"I believe everyone has rested enough; next comes another round of harsh training," Chang Guohong announced, raising his right hand and snapping his fingers. Suddenly, countless jet nozzles appeared on the vast grassland behind them, and a circle of red markers emerged around a hundred-meter radius.
These nozzles were densely packed and arranged in a winding manner. They seemed to have emerged from the ground like grass sprouting up, but their growth cycle had been significantly shortened, maturing almost instantaneously.
The group stared blankly at the metallic nozzles, exchanging glances in silence. This training was unprecedented, and everyone speculated about what kind of trial it would be.
Chang Guohong did not leave them guessing for long; he quickly provided the answer.
"There are one hundred jet nozzles here. Shortly, they will shoot at you at unpredictable times, frequencies, and directions. However, you can rest assured that these are not real bullets but rubber projectiles. When they hit your body, you will feel pain but will not be fatal. That said, if you stand still and are continuously hit, you might end up with a concussion or something similar."
"Furthermore," Chang Guohong said with a sinister smile that seemed terrifying to the reserve team members, deliberately building suspense before continuing, "each person can only move within the red boundary. If you step outside that boundary, it will be considered a violation, and lunch and dinner will be canceled."
Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but curse inwardly. What kind of nonsense training method was this? Who practices getting hit? They weren't going to battle just to take hits; there was something fundamentally wrong with the premise of this training—the person who designed it must have lost their mind.
However, despite their grievances and complaints, no one dared to voice their doubts outwardly.
Chang Guohong did not give them much time to think; he immediately issued the command for training to begin.
"Prepare... Fire!"
At Chang Guohong's command, the one hundred jet nozzles sprang to life as if awakened. The stands embedded in the ground slowly adjusted their positions before pausing for two seconds. Then suddenly—like thunder striking unexpectedly—rubber projectiles rained down upon them like a torrential downpour. In an instant, there was hardly a safe spot within the red circle.
"Oh my God!"
"Ah!"
"Dammit!"
"…"
The cries echoed incessantly, a chorus of pain from those who had been struck by the first wave of rubber bullets. They grimaced and gritted their teeth, desperately proving one thing: Chang Guohong's words were indeed not empty.
The barrage of rubber bullets seemed relentless, offering no respite. For everyone, being hit once was excruciating, let alone being continuously pelted. Thus, they all jumped and dodged, trying to evade the onslaught.
In truth, this training with rubber bullets was designed to enhance their reflexes and agility. Many instinctively reacted by retreating, unaware that the bullets would only become more densely packed behind them. This was also a test of courage; the most effective way to survive was to charge forward into the rain of bullets. After all, facing the torrent head-on was the only way to find a way out; evading it would only lead to failure.
Half an hour may not seem long for others, but for those within the red circle of trainees, it felt like an eternity. The barrage of rubber bullets seemed endless, akin to a rising tide that surged forward without pause.
Just as everyone teetered on the brink of collapse, the hundred rounds finally ceased. As the firing mechanism slowly retracted back to the ground, their taut nerves finally relaxed.
For many, this half-hour felt like being tormented in hell. Every part of their bodies ached, except for their feet; they dared not let any other part touch hard surfaces for fear of searing pain.
"Well done, everyone. After enduring this round of hits, I imagine you’re not too keen on sitting down to rest. All personnel, jog towards the east direction. Remember my words: if you're late, you might miss lunch."
Hearing Chang Guohong's threatening words, everyone groaned inwardly. This was just a morning's training; now each person felt half-dead with the thought of more training in the afternoon and evening ahead. How would they endure?
Fortunately, it was just a jog this time—no need to rush like before. However, Chang Guohong's remark about possibly missing lunch kept everyone on their toes; it served as a strong motivator. Even though it was just jogging, no one dared to fall behind.
After about an hour, a magnificent building came into view. It was a modern structure with a Baroque-style dome and a metallic exterior that loomed large like towering mountains.
This was a secret military training base of the Huaguo Yangcheng Military District, currently borrowed by Jufeng for the training of Azure Wind Antelope. The building was exceptionally grand; however, everyone's thoughts were too preoccupied to appreciate its stunning design because they were already ravenous.
As they filed through the entrance and traversed the long corridor, they arrived at the dazzling cafeteria at its center.
What does it mean to be as hungry as a wolf? Two hundred people rushed toward the steaming dishes behind the counter without hesitation; in that moment, their speed belied any trace of fatigue.
The cafeteria remained spacious with many windows, making it feel less crowded despite its size. The food served was nothing short of luxurious; Jufeng had provided substantial funding for military construction in Yangcheng Military District.
Once they had filled their plates and sat down to eat, each seat was equipped with a set of gear: a watch and a black tight-fitting vest and shorts—clothing required for afternoon training.
After enduring both mental and physical torment throughout the morning, this rare moment of tranquil lunch was thoroughly enjoyed by everyone. Yet good times are always fleeting; shortly after finishing their meal, the announcement for training rang out once again.
The afternoon training had only one purpose: real combat! The training location was underground, where the entire area had been constructed as a simulated battlefield, equipped with cutting-edge technology.
The participants were randomly divided into two teams. The watches on their wrists were part of a ground satellite positioning system. Once they descended underground and pressed a button on their watches, a projection appeared before them. It was a map, with coordinates displayed in a rectangular grid, densely populated with dark blue and orange-red dots, representing the positions of each team.
Some dots remained still, while others moved at high speeds. Without a doubt, this was the battlefield layout, allowing them to see their own numbers and positional changes in real-time.
Throughout the afternoon, there would be around six rounds of battlefield confrontations, with the outcome determining each individual's evaluation. Winners would gain points, while losers would lose points, all recorded for their final scores, which held significant weight. Therefore, everyone would give their all.
After dinner, there would still be theoretical learning. Before going to bed, they had to engage in an hour of intense exercise in the gym. This was merely the initial phase; there would also be intermediate and advanced stages. Of course, after completing the initial phase, they would officially become members of the Azure Wind Antelope team, but future plans would vary from person to person.
Jufeng felt reassured about Chang Guohong's training methods after this entire process. With just a few pointers, he could completely entrust everything to Chang Guohong.
(To be continued...)
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