Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 271 The Second Unlucky One, Zhuang Yan! (Please Subscribe)

White Wolf and Black Wolf moved swiftly, befitting their status as professionals in special operations.

As soon as I went down, I put on the snorkel and covered my mouth with my hand to prevent it from falling out. After I lost consciousness, my jaw muscles didn't work, so my mouth couldn't be sealed shut.

If they didn't use their hands to help block it, a large amount of water would be sucked in and choke Shi Dafan to death.

Next, they loosened the ropes binding him and pulled him up from underwater.

The whole process took less than thirty seconds.

Jackie Chan grabbed the medic with one hand on the shore and easily pulled him out of the water, laying him flat on the edge of the pool and removing his snorkel and diving mask.

Then, using traditional Chinese medicine techniques, the medic's philtrum is pinched with the thumb.

The medic woke up after being pinched twice. Still half-asleep, he squinted and said, "Am I dead? Is this hell? Why do these ox-headed and horse-faced demons look so familiar? They really look like the thug who killed me..."

"Boom~"

Jackie Chan flicked his finger, making a crisp sound as he tapped his forehead.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

The medic snapped back to reality, wincing in pain and frantically rubbing his forehead.

"Who do I look like now?" Jackie Chan said speechlessly.

"Boo...no, Instructor, I'm not dead! Am I still alive? Hahaha, great! Hahaha, I actually survived!"

The medic was so excited that he suddenly straightened up and grinned foolishly.

"You didn't die, but you've lost all face. A Lone Wolf Special Forces soldier, the best of the best, was scared so much that he wet his pants. How embarrassing is that? If word got out, people would laugh at you to death."

Jackie Chan said with a sidelong glance and disdain, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over the medic's head.

It chilled him from head to toe.

The thought of his brothers outside, especially his arch-nemesis Ostrich, finding out he'd peed his pants in fear would make him a laughingstock for life.

The thought of that terrible outcome made the medic feel terrible.

He quickly begged for mercy, "Instructor, I know you're a good person, you definitely wouldn't hurt me, right? This matter is only known to the few of us, okay?"

"As long as you help me, you're in charge from now on. If you tell me to go west, I'll never go east."

"Sure, if you want me to agree, no problem. Let's continue. The training isn't over yet. We'll talk again when you're no longer dizzy or need to pee," Jackie Chan said with a smile.

"Huh? We have to go down again?"

The medic's face immediately fell, her expression full of resistance.

"You're not going? Fine."

As Jackie Chan walked out, he said, "Then I'll go outside and tell them that Bald-tailed Wolf was so scared he peed his pants..."

"No, no, no."

Shi Dafan quickly begged for mercy, agreeing, "I'll go, I'll go, okay?"

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Jackie Chan laughed, a bright and sunny laugh, and waved his index and middle fingers, saying, "White Wolf, Black Wolf, take him down and do it again."

After finishing his sentence, he instructed Shi Dafan, "Don't faint this time. If you do, then do it again until you don't faint anymore."

"Okay, I'll try my best."

Shi Dafan was so aggrieved he was about to cry, but he had no choice but to cooperate and go back into the water.

You know what...

Despite his strong resistance and reluctance, Shi Dafan himself didn't realize that, having had his first experience, he was no longer afraid.

All that's left is tension and resistance, the kind that leaves a shadow over the matter.

It wasn't a fear that came from the soul.

It triggered the body's survival instinct of fear.

White Wolf and Black Wolf became more and more skilled at tying people up, and in no time at all, they had retied the medic and secured him to the iron frame.

Shi Dafan was on the verge of tears the whole time, passively cooperating like a wronged little wife.

Looking up again at the Type 95 rifle a few meters away, the medic was still so nervous and scared that his heart was pounding, like his heart was being squeezed by a hand.

My heart was racing uncontrollably, causing my face and neck to turn red.

but.

Having already experienced it once, they were certain that this training wouldn't kill anyone, otherwise he would already be dead. He wasn't struggling frantically out of fear like before.

"Here it comes, are you ready?" Jackie Chan continued to exert pressure over the communicator.

"Come on, come on, I'm not afraid."

Shi Dafan nodded frantically, shouting in his mind to cheer himself up and shake off his nervousness and fear.

Shi Dafan was noticeably more stable and didn't cause as much of a stir as before.

Jackie Chan felt that the pressure had been applied effectively and it was time to move to the second phase, improve the training effect, and shift the focus from applying pressure to psychological guidance.

He reversed his tone and said, "You did a good job, much better than before, but it's still not enough."

The so-called "courage to die" training is designed to push your mental limits, so that when you face danger in the future, even with an enemy's gun pointed at your head, you can remain calm enough to find a way to turn the tide in a desperate situation.

It will enable you to bravely face death, ignite the courage within you, and find ways to resist death.

In other words, what you need to do now is not only to overcome your inner fear, but also to stay calm and conduct hypothetical deductions in your mind.

Suppose I am your enemy, and I have already pointed my gun at you. If you were not tied up, how would you fight back against me?

... "

Jackie Chan used language to guide Shi Dafan, constantly instilling various fighting concepts in him, so that he could gradually develop courage.

Jackie Chan's ultimate goal was for trainees to be able to talk and laugh even with a gun pointed at their foreheads.

Only then were they qualified special forces soldiers.

At least in terms of courage, he has passed the test!

Because fearlessness is the core essence of a soldier; only by possessing the quality of not being afraid to die can a soldier have the path to a higher world.

Shi Dafan comes from a family of military doctors and has extremely good genes.

In addition, as a surgeon, he was already used to seeing all kinds of corpses and blood.

In addition, Jackie Chan is now offering his earnest guidance.

Shi Dafan's genes were activated, and his condition improved at a visible speed. His body calmed down and he was no longer as tense as before.

Only a trace of unease remained in his eyes, still tugging at his nerves.

Jackie Chan had said enough, so he took action again.

"Da da da da da..."

Unlike last time when he fired one shot at a time, this time Jackie Chan fired a fully automatic barrage at Shi Dafan's head, with bullets raining down like a storm.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The sound of bullets penetrating water is very dense, and because the sound is transmitted through water as a medium, it can be clearly heard by Shi Dafan.

Seeing a hail of bullets flying towards him, Shi Dafan was initially so frightened that he closed his eyes.

The imagery was too frightening for him to bear.

His bladder also felt inexplicably tight, but this time he wasn't scared out of control and didn't urinate, nor did he faint on the spot.

"Open your eyes~"

Jackie Chan's majestic roar, like a tiger's howl in the forest, suddenly exploded in Shi Dafan's ears, making him shudder.

Under the intense pressure of authority, I obediently forced myself to open my eyes.

I was very scared at first.

Shi Dafan couldn't help but blink every time a bullet entered the water.

After taking a closer look, I noticed that all the bullets quickly exploded into many fragments after entering the water, their kinetic energy rapidly decreasing until they stopped moving forward and began to fall.

Shi Dafan felt as if he had discovered a new world; the fear in his eyes was gradually replaced by novelty.

Even if one or two small fragments occasionally manage to travel through the water with their last bit of strength and land on Shi Dafan's diving goggles or face.

Shi Dafan was no longer frightened, but his heart tightened slightly.

The strange sensation, like being poked in the face with a finger—painless and itch-free—overturned his understanding of bullets and was a completely new experience.

The fear of bullets and death that I had before completely vanished in the process.

All that remained was basic fear and tension.

There's also a strange sense of excitement; the underlying principle can be found in the explanation of why masochists exist.

After emptying a magazine, Jackie Chan finally stopped his insane barrage of firepower.

Looking down through the rippling water, it was clear that the medic was not terrified; in fact, his eyes were wide open, and one could see obvious excitement in them.

Jackie Chan knew that the training was complete and Shi Dafan was ready to graduate.

Actually, overcoming death isn't as difficult as you might imagine.

Because the fear of death is separated from us by only a thin layer of paper; before that layer is pierced, the fear is enough to generate stress.

But once you break through this barrier...

In other words, it's been pierced through, reaching the so-called "having died once" warning level.

When faced with death again, the body easily develops antibodies, and stress reactions such as fainting or urinating from fright will basically not occur again.

Unlike adaptive endurance training, it does not require prolonged and continuous accumulation.

If done correctly, one can truly experience near-death.

Fearless of death, just once.

Once you've experienced death, you'll no longer be afraid of it.

However, if you don't want to die, emotional reactions such as tension and fear are unavoidable.

They successfully got Shi Dafan through the Death Courage training, then took him out and isolated him in a room to prevent him from going out and revealing the "secrets."

Next, Zhuang Yan was brought in.

Jackie Chan personally selected and brought them in.

Zhuang Yan is the absolute protagonist of the Wolf Fang world. He also possesses the most unruly personality, the most passionate authority, and the most powerful mentality.

During the Red and Blue Army exercise, Zhuang Yan, as a new recruit, was caught by Wild Wolf on the road. He was able to calmly impersonate a college student and fool Wild Wolf's sharp eyes, which is enough to prove how stable his mentality was.

If you have even the slightest mental fluctuation during this period, you will definitely be caught by the wolves.

Jackie Chan was very curious about how someone with such a stable mindset would react when facing death.

The preceding processes are all the same.

Zhuang Yan was even more cooperative than the medic, and unlike Shi Dafan, he didn't ramble on and on. He kept a straight face and didn't say a word the whole time.

Jackie Chan could tell that he definitely had doubts in his heart, and even more so, he was nervous about the unknown.

Therefore, Zhuang Yan chose to shut himself off and not express his emotions, in order to protect himself and observe quietly.

Until he was tied to the underwater frame, Jackie Chan repeated what he had said to Shi Dafan.

Zhuang Yan was a powder keg by nature; he would explode at the slightest provocation. Hearing that someone was going to shoot him at such close range, Zhuang Yan's emotions instantly flared up.

struggle!

A frantic struggle!

Standing over 1.8 meters tall and weighing 150-160 pounds, the sight of him struggling was truly shocking, making the metal frame rattle loudly.

If it weren't for the expansion bolts used for fixing, and the fact that it's underwater and difficult to apply force, it would be much better.

Jackie Chan was genuinely worried that Zhuang Yan, who was acting like a madman, would break the iron frame.

but.

Unlike Shi Dafan, who was afraid of being beaten to death, Zhuang Yan was so stubborn that he believed Jackie Chan was playing a trick on him and wanted to use live ammunition to tie him up and make fun of him.

Moreover, he used his life as a path to play a game that Jackie Chan found interesting.

This is something Zhuang Yan cannot accept.

So he was furious and wanted to fight back, to break free and fight Jackie Chan, even if he couldn't win, he wanted to take a piece of his flesh.

Jackie Chan was even happier to see Zhuang Yan's reaction; he knew he had to use psychological tactics against him, given his personality.

He adopted an attitude of "I can do whatever I want because I'm an instructor, I'm playing games with your life, and you can't do anything about it, you can only be played by me."

After a great deal of verbal stimulation, the solemn emotion reached its peak.

And just as Zhuang Yan was looking on in horror, the countdown began as well.

"Damn it, even if I die, I'll haunt you as a ghost."

Zhuang Yan roared like a madman, gulping down a large amount of water, which choked him and brought tears to his eyes. He could only watch helplessly as the gun barrel spewed fire.

Then a hail of bullets pierced the water and hurtled straight toward his head.

Zhuang Yan, who was struggling frantically just a second ago.

I was stunned!

I wasn't scared enough to wet myself or faint, but I was absolutely terrified.

Completely different from Shi Dafan's reaction, Zhuang Yan's stress response was "capriciousness," as if his brain had overheated and crashed with a blue screen.

It's even better if he didn't faint; we won't have to pull him out halfway through.

Jackie Chan continued firing in bursts, bullets flying into the water in front of Zhuang Yan, only to shatter one by one due to the water's resistance.

Zhuang Yan, whose eyes had been lifeless and dull, slowly regained their sparkle.

He's more quick-witted than Shi Dafan.

They reacted faster.

Seeing that the bullets couldn't reach them at all, and that the water could completely block them, even if some debris flew by, it wouldn't hurt or itch when it touched you.

Then I thought of all the little things Jackie Chan had taught them over the past two months.

The anger in Zhuang Yan's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a self-deprecating sense of shame. He was already quite bold, and quickly adapted.

Watching the bullets whizz into the water and quickly shatter, I felt no fear whatsoever.

There was only a little bit of nervousness, and a lot of questions.

Why is it that a bullet that can travel hundreds of meters will lose its kinetic energy and disintegrate when struck at an angle less than a meter away, becoming completely harmless?

Zhuang Yan couldn't understand it.

However, recalling the name of this training program, and considering Jackie Chan's various verbal stimuli during the training, Zhuang Yan finally understood one thing.

These are all Jackie Chan's good intentions!

Even Zhuang Yan, who has always resisted authority, never submitted to anyone, and never thought anyone was superior, had to admit at this moment that Jackie Chan was indeed someone he had to look up to, and whose abilities in all aspects were far superior to his own.

(End of this chapter)