I started with a portal, then turned around and handed it over to the nation.

The black Hongqi electric scooter smoothly drifted and came to a stop at the edge of the training field.

Ye Qing got out of the car first and walked straight to the figure on the sidelines who was observing the players' movements with binoculars.

Long Fei put down his binoculars, turned to look at her, and frowned slightly.

"Professor Ye, this is the training area."

His tone was clear: this is not a place for psychological counselors.

Ye Qing didn't pay attention; she simply turned to the side and gestured with her chin toward the car.

"He wants to join the training."

Long Fei's gaze passed over Ye Qing and landed on Lin Mo, who had just gotten out of the car.

Lin Mo met his gaze, standing straight with a firm look in her eyes.

Long Fei looked him up and down a few times, his gaze lingering for a moment on his clean casual clothes and slightly thin body.

"Reason." Long Fei's voice was cold.

"I don't want to kill anyone because of my mistake," Lin Mo said, enunciating each word clearly.

The noise on the training field seemed to have quieted down.

Several special forces soldiers who had just finished a sprint and were panting heavily all subconsciously looked over in this direction.

Their eyes held a scrutinizing gaze and a hint of curiosity.

Long Fei stared at Lin Mo in silence for ten seconds before uttering two words: "Okay."

"But let me make this clear: I won't go easy on you just because of your status. Once you're in my training ground, you're a recruit, a recruit who could be eliminated at any time."

"Understood." Lin Mo nodded emphatically.

"it is good."

Long Fei turned around and waved to a team member who was adjusting equipment not far away.

"Wang Hao! Get him a training uniform and basic equipment! Put him in the Eagles team and start training him from the basics of tactical coordination!"

After saying that, he stopped looking at Lin Mo, raised the binoculars again, and shouted into the arena with his voice suddenly rising.

"What are you all looking at! Everyone, get ready for the five-kilometer run with weights, starting now!"

……

The training that followed for the next month was nothing short of brutal.

The first day was physical training.

He crawled forward in the mud, and because of his improper movements, he rubbed his elbows and knees raw, with blood and mud mixed together.

Long Fei stood right next to him, his stopwatch tightly in his hand.

"Too slow! Are you crawling? At that speed on the battlefield, the enemy could light a cigarette before firing!"

The third day was dedicated to tactical coordination training.

Lin Mo and the members of the Eagles team practiced passing through a one-meter-wide doorway.

He tripped because of nervousness and fell awkwardly onto the mat, knocking down his teammates who were about to follow behind him.

"Every move you make is a matter of life and death for your comrades!" Long Fei's roar echoed in my ears. "You're not fighting alone! Remember, you're a cog in the machine! You must be prepared to be one!"

Lin Mo got up from the mat, gritted his teeth, said "I'm sorry" to his teammates, and then returned to the end of the line to prepare for the next sprint.

There was no complaint in his eyes, only a fierce determination to never give up.

Day 7: Weapon handling training.

When Lin Mo touched the Type 95 assault rifle that had been issued to him for the first time, the cold metallic texture made him feel both unfamiliar and awe-inspiring.

The captain of the Eagles team, a silent veteran, who was in charge of instructing him, patiently taught him how to hold a gun, aim, and fire.

"Bang!"

The first shot missed the target.

Lin Mo's shoulder ached from the recoil. He took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and aimed again.

During breaks, medic Li Na would quietly hand over a bottle of saline solution and a tube of ointment to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

"Don't push yourself too hard; a muscle strain will affect your subsequent training." Her words were always soft and full of concern.

Wang Hao from the data analysis team would occasionally pass by, adjust his tactical glasses, and say in the picky tone typical of a tech geek:

"There's a problem with the operation logic of your individual communicator; the command is delayed by 0.2 seconds. Come here, and I'll teach you the optimal key sequence."

Lin Mo went from being clumsy and tired at first, to having a gradually firm look in his eyes and increasingly standard movements.

His excess fat had disappeared, replaced by a thin layer of firm muscle. His skin had been tanned to a bronze color, and his eyes had become sharp.

He has transformed into a qualified assault rifleman in the Eagle Special Forces and won the trust of his comrades.

He and his teammates went from strangers to acquaintances, from scrutiny to acceptance. A single glance or gesture was enough for them to understand each other's intentions.

Amidst sweat and pain, and in countless shared charges, he and his teammates forged a bond of camaraderie.

……

On the day the mission begins.

In the enormous underground training ground, you could hear a pin drop.

Three special operations teams, each with fifty members, fully armed, have already lined up.

The Snow Wolf team led the way, their members lightly equipped and with sharp eyes, like daggers about to be thrust out.

The Tigers are positioned in the center, their members are burly and carry heavy firepower and defensive modules, forming a solid shield.

The Eagles team followed behind, protecting the core.

Lin Mo stood at the end of the Eagle Team's formation, wearing a well-fitting, specially made light combat uniform, his hand tightly gripping the rifle he knew so well.

All eyes were fixed on the empty space in the center ahead.

In the command center.

General Zhao Zhenguo stood in front of a huge screen, on which were the neatly arranged figures of fifty soldiers in the training field.

He picked up the microphone on the control panel and took a deep breath.

His voice, steady and powerful, rang out through each team member's tactical headset.

"Comrades!"

"Today, representing the Dragon Kingdom, we will take a step that will determine the future of human civilization!"

"Behind the door lies the unknown, danger, but even more so, hope!"

"Behind you are 400 million compatriots! Our parents, wives, and children! We have nowhere to retreat!"

"Remember your oath, remember your mission!"

"I'm at command post, waiting for your triumphant return!"

After he finished speaking, the training ground remained silent.

But Lin Mo could clearly hear the violent beating of his heart in his chest, one beat after another, heavy and powerful.

He clenched his fists instinctively, his palms sweating profusely.

The communication channel in the headset was switched, and on-site command was handed back to Long Fei.

Long Fei strode to the front of the line, his gaze sweeping over every resolute face.

Finally, he stopped in front of Lin Mo.

He didn't say anything, but simply reached out and patted Lin Mo's shoulder heavily.

Then, he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Don't be nervous, take a deep breath."

"Just think of it as opening a 'blind box' of packages, except that what you get might be a surprise or a shock."

"No matter what it is, we'll face it together."

This analogy made Lin Mo's tense nerves relax instantly.

He turned to look at Long Fei, then at his silent yet powerful comrades behind him.

He nodded emphatically.

"clear!"

Lin Mo turned around and stared intently at the open space in front of him.

He could sense that some kind of energy in the air was becoming disordered, and an invisible pressure was beginning to gather.

The cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind, second by second.

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