He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Zhang Beixing leaned forward and shouted into Song Kaifei's ear, who was sitting opposite him.

"Make the helicopter fly lower!"

"What's wrong?" Song Kaifei shouted back, "Is there a problem?"

Zhang Beixing replied calmly, "Although some of the new recruits have received theoretical training, this is their first time doing a live parachute jump. Safety is the top priority!"

"OK, I understand."

Song Kaifei gave an OK sign, then turned and shouted at the driver.

"Squad leader, have our helicopter fly low and find a safe place to land, then drop these new recruits off in different areas."

The driver didn't answer verbally, but simply raised his hand and gave a thumbs-up.

--clear!
In the sky, three transport planes began to fly in different directions, slowly decreasing their altitude.

At the same time, Zhang Beixing's instructions came through the loudspeakers in the transport aircraft cabin.

"Before boarding, I put different group numbers in each of your bags. Now open your backpacks, find the cards, and quickly find your comrades."

"In this assessment, you will be in groups of four. The equipment you have on you includes what you already have, but is not limited to it."

"The assessment rules are very simple. Each of your groups will have a map. I will notify you of your destination via text message. The one who successfully arrives will be the winner."

"At the same time, I will only allow one group to win, so you will inevitably fight against other groups along the way. Everyone remember, everyone except yourself is your enemy!"

"The last person standing will officially become a Wolf Fang Special Forces soldier after the assessment, and will become the group leader of each squad in the future Xiaolong Brigade training, taking on an important command position. Enjoy this game!"

Zhang Beixing gave a brief and concise explanation of the game rules for this assessment in almost one breath.

After hearing the assessment rules, the new recruits erupted in a clamor in the cabin.

"That sounds familiar...isn't that PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds?"

"Hehe, I'm the best at PUBG!"

"A real-life military battle royale! That's exciting, I love it!"

"I'm from Group Three! Who are my comrades?"

After a slight pause, Zhang Beixing continued to announce loudly.

"The hatch will open immediately. Get ready in the last minute. Check your weapons, ammunition, and parachutes."

"At the same time, I have some bad news for you. You are not yet officially members of the Wolf Fang Special Forces. If you are killed in the air because your parachute cannot be opened, you will not receive special forces compensation!"

"I believe you don't want to die a heroic death, so give me your utmost attention!"

The fully armed recruits stood up and stood at attention in unison.

"Yes!!!"

- Om!

The transport plane's cabin door slowly opened, at an altitude of less than a few hundred meters above the ground.

The recruits lined up and jumped out of the hatch one by one, immediately opened their parachutes, and slowly descended into the jungle.

From a distance, the sky looked as if it were filled with dandelion seeds, drifting and flying in all directions.

After the first group of team members landed, Zhang Beixing immediately used a transmitter to send the assembly point information to the receivers of each group.

After doing all this, Zhang Beixing shouted at the driver.

"Prepare for landing!"

"clear."

The pilot raised his hand to signal, and the helicopter slowly landed on a high ground.

The moment they landed, the Red Cell and Old A special forces soldiers, who were also fully armed and dressed in digital camouflage combat uniforms, carrying various types of weapons and equipment, immediately dispersed and infiltrated into the dense jungle.

What should have been a game of pecking among new recruits turned into a game where hunters suddenly entered without warning.

A contest between hunter and prey was quickly and silently launched into its first battle.

The intense and exciting battle royale has begun!

Zhang Beixing waved his arm, and his tactical hand gestures changed abruptly.

The veteran special forces members, dressed in camouflage combat uniforms, black berets, leather boots, bulletproof vests, belts, firearms, gloves, and masks—all in black—immediately darted into the forest like fish.

In the lush primeval forest, the veteran special forces soldiers dispersed, like fish covered in sharp spines, swiftly disappearing into the forest to begin their individual combat operations.

Under Zhang Beixing's instructions, the special forces soldiers laid out a large net in the dense forest, and each moved quickly, excitedly searching for their own prey.

Meanwhile, the newbies who were excitedly participating in the game were still completely unaware of the impending danger.

However, before the veterans could teach them a bloody lesson, the rookies who were parachuted in from the sky were taught a lesson by nature.

Sturdy ancient trees rise from the ground, their lush foliage blocking out the sun; even the shortest ones are as tall as a person.

As for those giant trees that are over a hundred years old, they support the sky overhead, completely blocking out the wind and making it difficult to discern the direction of progress.

The idea of ​​some novices using the sun to determine direction was immediately shattered—because most areas don't see sunlight at all.

What makes novices even more panicked is that the magnetic field here is extremely unstable.

Even with a handheld compass, it takes a considerable amount of time to confirm whether the direction of travel is correct.

In this simulated combat operation, the rookies were not equipped with any high-tech radar systems, only a compass, a simple map, basic weapons and equipment, and a single ration for one meal.

Once the location of the assembly point was communicated to the entire team via radio, the rookie in the group, who had previously served as a reconnaissance soldier, began leading his team members to quickly advance towards the destination.

A light attack helicopter took off again and soared into the sky.

In the cabin seats, Zhang Beixing and Yuan Lang sat side by side.

Zhang Beixing would occasionally look out the porthole at the forest below, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head, and occasionally letting out a soft sigh.

The rookie group had already encountered the veterans in the woods. The veterans launched a surprise attack, taking down three of them in one fell swoop.

As they were "killed," the veterans showed no mercy and overturned the rookie squad's only individual rations.

In this physically demanding simulated combat game, lack of food to replenish energy is basically a death sentence.

Left with no other choice, the rookies continued onward, digging for loaches in the muddy, damp forest to replenish their precious protein. The rookies all looked pale and sickly, silently cursing the veteran's ancestors.

Zhang Beixing witnessed almost everything that was happening in the forest at that moment.

This behavior was observed by Yuan Lang, who was sitting upright to the side. His furrowed brows revealed that he was deeply puzzled by Zhang Beixing's reaction.

The helicopter flew high in the sky, with tall mountains and dense forests below. Not to mention a human figure, even if Godzilla hid its head in the forest, it wouldn't be able to see it!
Yuan Lang stared blankly at Zhang Beixing. So, what exactly are you looking at?

"Captain, should we go down and have some fun? What can we see from the sky..." Yuan Lang started to speak, but before he could finish, the helicopter suddenly tilted and lifted off, a violent jolt interrupting him.

Yuan Lang reached out and grabbed the handrail, then looked up at the porthole with lightning speed.

A bird shot into the sky like an arrow, nearly colliding with the helicopter's rotor. The helicopter shook violently several times before gradually regaining stability and continuing its flight. Fortunately, no one was seriously injured.

Yuan Lang glanced out the window, looking anxious.

"Such direct bird strikes are extremely rare."

Zhang Beixing remained silent, his expression unchanged, and he sat as still as a mountain.

It's not that he's not afraid of crashing, but rather that he has all the birds in the forest under his control, making it impossible for such a basic mistake as a plane collision to occur.

It was just a minor accident.

Even with Zhang Beixing's exceptional eyesight, it was impossible for him to see everything clearly. The birds were the ones who informed him of all the battles taking place in the forest.

The title of "Master of Fighting Birds" is well-deserved.

Through systematic and relentless training, Zhang Beixing's skill in controlling birds and beasts has become increasingly refined, and he can even influence and control some small wild animals in the forest.

Zhang Beixing turned around and asked, "Oh right, Lao Yuan, what were you trying to say just now?"

Yuan Lang took a light breath, pondered for a moment, and then continued the previous topic.

"What I mean is, the way we're doing it right now doesn't align with our original intentions. Having veterans act as hunters, while the rookies know nothing about it, will likely result in their complete annihilation, and even if they're lucky, only a few will survive. Why don't we go down with them and adjust the strategy based on the actual elimination situation?"

As he spoke, Yuan Lang saw that Zhang Beixing was clearly unmoved, so he stopped trying to persuade him and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Captain, what exactly are your plans?"

It must be said that Yuan Lang always thinks about problems thoroughly.

The military region leadership transferred him to the JF-17 Thunder fighter jet as deputy squadron leader, which indeed saved Zhang Beixing from a lot of unnecessary trouble.

But clearly, Zhang Beixing didn't take the incident to heart at all.

Zhang Beixing chuckled upon hearing this, shook his head, and slowly looked at Yuan Lang before speaking.

"I've said it before, the simulated combat is just a game competition, designed to make these rookies realize the gap between themselves and real special forces, so that they won't be blindly arrogant and act like they're the only ones who matter."

"This is just a show of force to officially make them members of the JF-17 Special Forces, to let them warm up. The real test is yet to come, and it's very simple, not as complicated as you think."

what?
The real test is yet to come!

Upon hearing this, Yuan Lang frowned slightly.

Smiling, Zhang Beixing looked at Yuan Lang, who was deep in thought with his brows furrowed, and whispered something in his ear.

"When they are completely exhausted, their brains are most relaxed. I want to see their true reactions when they encounter danger... At that time, you will do this, this..."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Lang's face immediately showed a look of sudden realization.

With a strange expression, he turned his head to glance at Zhang Beixing beside him, and after a long while, shook his head helplessly.

"Hehe, Captain, you're really sly."

Zhang Beixing shrugged dismissively, his casual tone as nonchalant as ever.

"The method is simple, but it is the most effective. However, you will have to cooperate with me properly when the time comes."

Yuan Lang shook his head, then nodded with a smile, his eyes holding a half-smile.

"It's no big deal, leave it to me. I'm also curious to see how many promising talents we can find."

The helicopter rotor roared through the air, stirring up gusts of wind that swept across the undulating mountains and forests, the vast forest branches and leaves surging like waves of wheat.

Zhang Beixing looked down out the window and saw that the battles between veterans and rookies were still taking place sporadically in the woods.

The rookie squad, lacking real combat experience, crumbled almost instantly under the individual attacks of the veterans, making the battle undeniably one-sided.

However, there are exceptions. Some of these rookies, originally from paratrooper and reconnaissance battalions, have extremely fast reaction and combat capabilities.

Many veteran special forces members, after taking out one or two combat members of their team, would be immediately "killed" by the enemy's concentrated firepower.

The methods and approaches they used to compete with each other gradually became chaotic and unscrupulous—face was no longer important, as long as it was effective.

These are all the results of the "Devil Training Month".

What is "Devil Training Month"?
The term "devil training camp" originated from the training methods of Spartacus in ancient Rome. After World War II, it gradually evolved into a course in developed countries such as Japan. Its purpose is to cultivate people's willpower, endurance, mindset, teamwork, communication skills, innovation, and leadership, thereby stimulating human potential.

Throughout the entire "devil training month," the rookies had absolutely no dignity.

The only thing to consider is how to survive the brutal training and how to avoid being eliminated.

The grueling "Devil Training Month" ultimately paid off. The rookies all made significant progress, which greatly pleased Zhang Beixing.

At the same time, Zhang Beixing was also secretly planning: one day he would have to send those veterans who had stumbled back to the furnace for a makeover.

Especially the original A-team members, their military skills were far inferior to those of the Red Cell team members!
Bearing the title of a veteran special forces soldier, yet easily defeated by the new recruits he trained, is shameful enough.

Those who still want to hold their positions without doing anything are not qualified to remain in the special forces—this is a good opportunity to open up positions and absorb new special operations blood!
What seemed like just a game of assessment was unfolding in Zhang Beixing's mind like a grand game of chess.

However, after observing for a long time, Zhang Beixing realized that such cases of rookies defeating veterans were ultimately rare, which prevented him from getting too angry.

Zhang Beixing continued to scan the landscape, searching for the red blood cells among the trees.

In the woods, a group of rookie soldiers, rifles in hand, moved cautiously and slowly across the broken branches scattered on the ground in a 1-2-1 tactical formation.

The military boots stomped across the ground, occasionally making a crisp cracking sound as they snapped tree branches.

The occasional gunshots from the distant mountains served as a constant reminder that an attack or being attacked could occur at any moment. To survive and emerge victorious, they had to be extremely vigilant.

Each member of the group possessed excellent military skills, but lacked valuable experience in actual combat. Therefore, they only paid attention to their feet and surroundings, often subconsciously ignoring the sky above them.

Wearing a camouflage ghillie suit, He Chenguang climbed a thick, sturdy tree with the speed of a monkey.

Under the cover of dense foliage, the ghillie suit camouflage instantly blends into the giant tree.

Hidden among the branches and leaves, the dark muzzle of a sniper rifle peeked out, its scope aimed at the squad a hundred meters away.

He Chenguang reached out and made a slight adjustment to the pitch, then slowly aligned the red crosshair with one of the team members and suddenly pulled the trigger.

--puff!

The sound produced by a gun silencer in reality is completely different from what is depicted in movies and TV shows. It can only relatively reduce the loud noise of the gunpowder explosion propelling the bullet out of the barrel; the actual sound produced is still quite loud.

The moment the gun fired, the novice was already on alert. However, his speed couldn't possibly outpace the bullet. In the blink of an eye, the bullet had already pierced the air and arrived!

A red "dead" smoke rose behind the first rookie, who slumped down, his gun lowering in defeat. (End of Chapter)