He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

"Among those present, some may know something about special forces, while others may know very little. But in any case, you were all ace and elites in your respective companies."

"But today, I want you to remember one thing: Forget past glories, and start anew!"

After delivering this impassioned speech, which resembled a show of force, Zhang Beixing's expression softened, and he revealed a gentle smile.

"There's no need to be too nervous. Special forces aren't anything special. Their training is not much different from what you usually train in, just a little more intense. I believe you'll be fine."

"In special forces, the capable rise and the mediocre fall. Only the strong survive. Do you think you'll be one of those who stay?"

A clear and loud response immediately rang out from the ranks, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Yes Yes Yes!"

“Not bad, you all sound so energetic, you must not be hungry.” Zhang Beixing said with a smile, “But when it comes to eating, it doesn’t taste as good if you’re not hungry. How about this, before we eat, let’s all do a 40-kilogram weighted 50-kilometer armed cross-country run.”

"This will help with digestion, so you'll enjoy your meal later. You're all elites, so this amount of training is definitely no problem for you. No need to thank me yet, let's begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd erupted in an uproar.

The newbies in the queue looked at each other, clearly bewildered.

Is this considered a small amount of training?

You dare call a 50-kilometer armed cross-country run a little bit?
Previously, in their respective field units, they would cross the border at most 20 kilometers armed, carrying no more than 25 kilograms of weight. This time, it's doubled?
Don't underestimate the impact of adding weight and distance. Long-distance marches with heavy loads, even if only slightly more, can be an unimaginable drain on a soldier's physique.

It could easily lead to someone's death!

Seeing the rookies in the team standing there whispering amongst themselves, none of them willing to be the first to act, Yuan Lang stepped forward and shouted angrily:

"Each of you starts with fifty points. From now on, the instructors will score each of your performances. At the end of the training, those with negative scores will be eliminated!"

"Now, everyone lose two points!"

The non-commissioned officers who came here to participate in the selection were undoubtedly the top military talents and prominent figures in their original companies.

It would be incredibly embarrassing to be sent back on the first day of training.

Upon realizing this, someone in the group immediately took the lead and started running. Seeing this, the others were not willing to fall behind, and they all rushed to carry their equipment and sprint away.

The training ground was instantly filled with intense activity, and sand and dust filled the air.

Song Kaifei, who had specially worn a beret to show off today, looked at the scene before him with a smile and couldn't help but sigh:
"Tsk tsk, this year's batch of rookies isn't very good..."

However, before he could finish pretending, Zhang Beixing kicked him away.

"What are you standing there for! Run with me!"

Song Kaifei was stunned, pointing at himself in utter astonishment: "I'm going to run too?"

Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu watched the commotion from the sidelines, gloating and teasing, "Heh heh, you talk too much. If you don't run, who will?"

Zhang Beixing looked at him as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "Nonsense! You're the instructor. If you can't leave them far behind, you won't get any food later!"

Song Kaifei angrily said, "You're targeting me, Fat Tiger!"

Zhang Beixing chuckled: "Any objections?"

Song Kaifei shrugged and shrank back.

How could he dare to have any objections? If anyone dared to talk back in front of so many newbies, Zhang Beixing would definitely beat him senseless!
With a frustrated groan, Song Kaifei yelled and chased after the main force.

"set off!"

With a sharp, loud whistle, all the rookies, carrying their packs from their original units, immediately followed the veterans, running briskly and vigorously up the steep mountain slope.

The complaints in the ranks lasted only a short time before being quickly drowned out by the veteran's stern rebuke.

The military is a place where discipline is paramount, and no disrespect is tolerated.

The Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade never recruits soldiers directly from the local area; their soldiers are selected from various army groups.

Moreover, most of the time it is junior officers, leaving few opportunities for ordinary soldiers and non-commissioned officers.

Back then, Zhuang Yan's glorious history of being selected into the Wolf Fang Brigade as a private is still a miraculous story that people talk about with great interest.

Now that there is finally an opportunity specifically for non-commissioned officers, the rookies who come to participate in the selection will naturally not give up easily, as that would be despised by everyone.

These elite soldiers, recommended and selected by various legions, were not clueless greenhorns.

Special forces are a team that can only be selected from the elite of the elite, and those who come to participate in the selection include many elite reconnaissance soldiers from the original army group.

Not long after the armed cross-country race began, those untimely complaints were completely disrupted and drowned out by the heavy breathing and the scattered, dull footsteps!
Groups of former comrades from the same corps gathered, some even shouting the resounding slogans of their old unit, their morale soaring.

"A thunderbolt, a sword, a pack of fierce tigers, the Steel Seventh Company!"

"The paratroopers who can't die from falls, the bowl-cut men who can't be killed!"

"Night Tiger Scouts! Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

This grand scene was witnessed by Zhang Beixing without exception.

Carefully examining the expressions on each rookie's face, Zhang Beixing subtly revealed a hint of satisfaction and nodded to himself.

These rookies are all quite good, and some of them are truly promising talents. Red Blood Cell and Yuan Lang need to keep a close eye on them.

Zhang Beixing didn't specify the distance for the armed off-road race, because he intended to give the newbies a tough time.

Giving newbies a hard time is a long-standing tradition and rule of Wolf Fang, and it cannot be abolished.

As the saying goes, nothing can be accomplished without rules.

No matter how elite and powerful these rookies who come to participate in the selection were in their original units, and no matter whether they are steel or sharp blades, once they arrive here, they must first be melted into molten iron and then forged step by step into the shape required by the special forces.

At this moment, Yuan Lang drove back in a convertible military jeep, tilted his head at Zhang Beixing, and smiled amiably.

"Squad leader, the rookies have all run far ahead, let's get in the vehicle too."

"Okay, follow them."

Zhang Beixing nodded and got into Yuan Lang's car with He Chenguang.

One jeep certainly couldn't fit everyone, so Li Erniu simply drove another car, taking Wang Yanbing and Xu Tianlong along.

He Chenguang, Zhang Beixing, and Yuan Lang rode in one car, one after the other, kicking up clouds of dust as they quickly caught up with the group of rookies trekking along.

Two legs can't outrun four wheels.

In the blink of an eye, the car strutted ahead of the novice group, attracting a lot of envious glances.

Xu Tianlong stood up from his seat, turned his back, grabbed the megaphone, and with a smug, cheeky expression, shouted at Song Kaifei, who was running ahead and sweating profusely.

"Pilot, your stamina is terrible. With your back muscles like that, what are you doing looking for a girlfriend every day? You might as well stay single forever. Oh, and you still have the nerve to glare at me? Be careful not to let the rookies overtake you."

Song Kaifei was instantly enraged and retorted at the top of his lungs, "Go away! You heartless bastards, didn't we agree to share both joy and sorrow?"

"You guys are actually driving? Leaving me running down here all alone, that's so unfair!"

Xu Tianlong chuckled: "What a mess! Who else would we mess with if not you?"

"Pah, you just wait!"

Song Kaifei rolled his eyes, but his footing didn't slow down at all, and he kept widening the gap between himself and the rookies behind him.

Xu Tianlong still wore a hateful smile on his face.

"Captain, this is giving you a chance to shine, why aren't you grateful? Hey, someone's catching up with you, hurry up and run! You're a pilot, you can't lose to these soldiers who can't fly."

"Get out of my way and stop bothering me!" Song Kaifei roared angrily.

If looks could kill, he would have torn Xu Tianlong, who loved watching the drama unfold, to pieces long ago.

Of course, Song Kaifei only dared to glare; if it came to a real fight, he was no match for Xu Tianlong, who had practiced martial arts since childhood.

Yuan Lang stepped on the gas and accelerated, sending a mouthful of sand into the mouths of the rookies running ahead, which immediately caused a stir of dissatisfaction.

"Holy crap, I'd heard that special forces were no place for humans, but I didn't expect it to be this insane on the very first day!"

"Alright, save your energy. The real terror of the Great Demon King is yet to come. Today is probably just an appetizer."

"At this rate, he won't stop until we're all exhausted."

"Hey, that airborne brigade guy, if you can't take it, hurry back to your original unit. Don't compete with us for a spot in the Wolf Fang Special Forces."

"Get lost! Even if I get eliminated, I'll drag you down with me first."

Laughter and jeers filled the air.

Sitting in the passenger seat of the jeep, enjoying the breeze, Zhang Beixing chuckled as he saw how spirited the newbies were. He grabbed a megaphone, and the sound echoed through the long line of people.

“You are all elites from your respective armies. I believe this little bit of trouble will not be difficult for you, so I have decided to give you a little more difficulty.”

"The backpacks you're carrying weigh at most twenty kilograms, which is far too light!"

"So, from now on, I don't care what method you use, each of you must add another ten kilograms to your weight, otherwise don't wait for me to kick you out, just take off your hats and throw them aside to declare your forfeit."

"Then, I'll personally drive you back to your original units, and I'll even treat you to a big drink before you leave. How wonderful!"

These words immediately caused an uproar in the group.

Some newbies couldn't help but whisper among themselves and swear in resentment.

"We're here to be special forces soldiers, not masochists!"

"Exactly! We've been traveling all night on mountain roads, and they haven't even had a chance to sleep before they start torturing us. That's too much!"

"The name of the Demon King is terrifying indeed. Where are we supposed to find a way to increase our weight now?"

As someone spoke, they glanced at the various stones on the hillside beside them.

The novice, quickly realizing the reality, immediately took action, stuffing his bedding and backpack with various stones to increase his load.

Some soldiers who wanted to slack off continued to mutter curses under their breath, seemingly trying to delay adding weight to their backpacks.

However, this scene, along with their murmurs, was all seen and heard by Zhang Beixing, who had sharp ears and keen eyes.

Zhang Beixing turned his head to the side and began to talk to Yuan Lang in a low voice, quickly pointing at several rookies with his hand.

"Write down the names and numbers of this one, this one, and that one. When the cross-country race is over, let them pack their bedding and leave."

"clear."

Yuan Lang nodded without hesitation at Zhang Beixing's instructions.

After giving pointers to a few lazy veterans, Zhang Beixing's eyes continued to sweep across the ranks, quickly scanning every rookie's performance.

Yuan Lang focused on driving, while Li Erniu and his jeep followed at a moderate distance, their loudspeakers blaring intermittently, constantly urging the complaining rookies on.

"Hurry up! Everyone, give it your all! Whoever surpasses the pilot will get a drink!"

"You bastard, if I could beat you up, I would have punched you a long time ago!"

The banter between Xu Tianlong and Song Kaifei added a touch of liveliness to the group.

After a moment of silence, Yuan Lang seemed to have thought of something and took the initiative to ask about the selection process.

"Old A's soldiers are also mixed in with the team. We should be able to find out a lot of those who are just taking advantage of the situation. Should we eliminate them all?"

Zhang Beixing casually remarked, "I can't see that many on my own. As for those I haven't discovered, even if they're lucky, I'll give them another chance. After all, luck is also a part of ability."

"Okay." Yuan Lang gave a firm "hmm" and continued, "Our squadron is organized as a company. How many people do you plan to keep this time?"

After a moment's thought, Zhang Beixing slowly extended his hand toward Yuan Lang and raised three fingers.

"Twenty."

More than 200 people participated in the selection process, but only 20 were ultimately chosen.

With a selection rate of one in ten, only thirty new recruits were recruited for each company this time.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Lang frowned slightly and pondered before speaking.

"Isn't that a bit too few? After all, we're a special forces unit organized into a company."

Zhang Beixing said dismissively, "That's quite a lot. We're a special forces unit. What would we need so many soldiers for? The JF-17's soldiers should be elite, not numerous."

After a slight pause, Zhang Beixing continued to add.

"This is just the beginning. There's no need to fill the ranks right away. Let's take it slow. If we encounter any promising recruits in the future, we can use the special forces' privileges to poach them."

As he spoke, Zhang Beixing revealed a meaningful expression, and his voice unconsciously lowered.

"In recent years, special forces operations have become increasingly 'routine.' In a world where the world is generally at peace, only special forces are capable of actual combat."

"In other words, special forces have the highest number of deaths every year. To outsiders, it is said to be caused by accidental injuries during exercises, but we both know the truth."

"Therefore, when selecting soldiers for the JF-17, we must be strict in our selection process and only recruit soldiers who are capable and willing to fight. This way, we can at least reduce casualties when a real war breaks out."

After speaking, Yuan Lang's expression gradually turned serious, and he nodded, indicating that he fully agreed with Zhang Beixing's idea.

“I agree with that point, but as a bishop, it is still necessary for me to express my opinion.”

"Of course, feel free to speak your mind."

Zhang Beixing wasn't a fascist, so naturally he wouldn't shut down channels of communication. (End of Chapter)