Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 377 A True Death Worse Than Life (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

When the female soldiers were ordered to remove their equipment, they had no idea how terrifying the anti-prisoner training was, and their faces even showed a naive expectation.

It wasn't until they took off all their gear that they realized what true cruelty and cold-bloodedness meant.

In comparison.

The torment I experienced in the first two months was nothing more than child's play.

Let's begin!

With Wu Zhe's command, the true gates of hell were officially opened.

Cheng Cai and more than ten other instructors transformed into ruthless beasts. Each of them pulled out a pair of steel handcuffs and charged into the female soldiers' ranks without saying a word, launching an indiscriminate and frenzied attack on the female soldiers.

First, give the female soldier a good beating, then handcuff her and control her.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

"They just come up and start hitting people? Is this how they're trained?"

"No, no, help!"

"I'm so angry! I'll fight you to the death!"

……

The instructors started hitting and handcuffing the female soldiers without warning. The female soldiers were stunned and furious, and could only resist with all their might. The scene became extremely chaotic.

The female soldiers with good skills could barely keep up and fight back and forth with the instructors, and they could hold out for a short time.

Female soldiers with poor combat skills are in a much worse situation.

People like Tian Guo and Ouyang Qian were completely powerless to resist.

In front of veterans like Cheng Cai and Tuo Yonggang, who were experienced in combat and had practiced martial arts for several years, they were like clay to be easily manipulated.

After a series of pitiful screams, most of the female soldiers were beaten and handcuffed to the ground.

Only a few female soldiers, such as Long Xiaoyun, He Lu, and Shen Lanni, were able to hold their own against the instructors because they were not new recruits. They were still barely managing to keep going.

But in less than ten seconds, they too became prisoners.

Instructors like Cheng Cai don't care about chivalry; they only engage in one-on-one duels with the female soldiers. They always solve problems using team tactics.

The female soldiers are skilled fighters; one instructor can't handle them.

That's easy!

Then call on the instructors who are free to go up and beat them up together.

If two aren't enough, then three will do.

What we need is not a fair fight with the female soldiers, and this is not a competition venue. What we need is to resolve the issue quickly and take down the female soldiers decisively.

Under such unethical tactics, even the likes of Long Xiaoyun could not escape this calamity.

They were all quickly apprehended and handcuffed.

The female soldiers were beaten for no reason, and they all grimaced in pain. Even when they were handcuffed, they didn't stop talking and angrily accused the instructors.

Some people cursed, some felt wronged, and some even threatened to sue in a military court.

They have all kinds!

Jackie Chan had long anticipated this moment, and there were detailed records in the training syllabus. Although he had left, his top henchman, Wu Zhe, was still there.

As Jackie Chan's top henchman, Wu Zhe carried out Jackie Chan's plans without reservation.

He waved his hand and said, "Hey, you guys seem to have a lot to say. Very well, instructors, what are you still looking at? Hurry up and bring up the prepared stuff."

"Alright!"

Cheng Cai, Tuo Yonggang, and other instructors readily responded, quickly ran to the side to retrieve the two types of large treasures, and began to attack the female soldiers.

Cheng Cai and his group of instructors each held a dry powder fire extinguisher.

He opened the bottle and sprayed the female soldiers with it. Instantly, white dust filled the air, enveloping all the female soldiers and silencing them in a second.

I wanted to cover my eyes, mouth and nose with my hands, but my hands were already handcuffed behind my back, so I had no way to do so.

All that remained was a painful, violent cough; even if I wanted to speak, I couldn't.

I choked on the dry powder!

Once the female soldiers were all covered in dry powder, turning them into "white people" from head to toe, they were no longer able to use verbal attacks.

Tuo Yonggang and his high-pressure water gun team then came up and gave them a bath.

Four high-pressure water jets sprayed over at once, and the female soldiers were all sprayed and knocked over. Their hands were tied and they couldn't even stand up. They were all sprayed with water and rolled on the ground, or drank their fill of water.

The water jets following the dust were even more pungent, causing the female soldiers to cough even more violently.

The discomfort of water entering their nostrils, coupled with the disorientation caused by the water spray, made the female soldiers scream in pain.

Thanks to Jackie Chan's training, Wu Zhe and the others have all become hard-hearted.

If any other male soldiers had come here, they certainly wouldn't have been able to treat the women with the same ruthlessness and cruelty as Wu Zhe and his men.

However, this is just the beginning, a mere opening act of a show of force.

When the female soldiers were so dizzy from being sprayed by the water guns that they were too exhausted to even stand, the high-pressure water gun attack finally stopped.

"Take them into the prisoner's quarters."

Wu Zhe issued a new order: all seventeen female soldiers were dragged away and taken to a specially made house without windows.

"Bang!"

As the heavy door closed, the room was plunged into darkness.

Even though it's daytime outside, it's pitch black inside this specially made house; there's not even a ray of light.

The female soldiers were all in one room, but they couldn't see anyone else at all.

I can't even see my own hands!

The relatively dark environment made the female soldiers extremely nervous; their claustrophobia began to take effect, and their heartbeats quickened involuntarily.

"I think the head instructor is probably sick, his brain is messed up."

Tang Xiaoxiao was terrified of the dark and wanted to ease her tension by talking, while also venting her frustrations about Jackie Chan.

"This isn't training, this is torture," Ouyang Qian immediately chimed in.

"Exactly, even more perverted than a pervert."

Tian Guo and Ouyang Qian are like brothers, and they immediately chimed in with their opinions.

"This is abuse, but it is also training."

He Lu interjected, explaining, "This is SERE training, a mandatory course for special forces."

If we can't hold out, the enemy might extract classified information from us, making us unsuitable to be special forces soldiers, and we'll be ruthlessly eliminated.

As expected of a female cadre who has worked abroad, she knows more than other female soldiers, and she speaks with a certain air about her.

"What does SERE mean?" Tian Guo asked, confused.

"It's just what Captain Cheng said, which can be summarized as survival, evasion, resistance, and escape—that's what we need to do now."

Long Xiaoyun had obviously done her homework before coming and had a certain understanding of special forces training.

"It seems..."

Ye Cunxin said heavily, "Everything we've done before was just preparation. Now is the time to see the real test. The final and most difficult hurdle has arrived."

"I understand what you're saying individually, but I don't understand it when you put them together. Can someone explain it to me?" Tang Xiaoxiao asked curiously.

"It's actually not complicated."

Long Xiaoyun took over the topic and explained in detail: "According to the information I collected about foreign special forces, anti-prisoner training is the last chance after being captured."

Typically, trainees in anti-prisoner training must learn to ensure their survival for three to five days in simulated conditions with little or no water or food.

Then, using everything available around them, they resisted the enemy's torture and interrogation, never revealing any information to the enemy.

Finally, try to fight the enemy and find a chance to escape.

According to the various materials I have found, special forces soldiers who successfully escape from simulated prisoner-of-war camps often share the same thought: they would rather die on the battlefield than be captured by the enemy.

The torture they endured after being captured was so agonizing that they didn't even want to recall it afterwards.

Long Xiaoyun described it in great detail, making the female soldiers' hair stand on end.

Tian Guo, her voice trembling with tears, exclaimed, "What? Is it that terrifying? If the Living Yama (a notorious figure in Chinese mythology) follows the example of foreign armies, aren't we doomed? Will he play us to death?"

"Will they torture us? Like the kind of torture you see in TV dramas?" Ouyang Qian asked in terror.

"Isn't that obvious? How can you extract a confession without resorting to torture? Unless you cooperate completely, act like a coward, and reveal that you're a special forces soldier, then you can go back comfortably," Ye Cunxin said disdainfully.

"You're the coward! I'm not afraid at all. I was just asking." To save face, Ouyang Qian pretended to be indifferent.

"I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of pain, even injections. If I can't handle it, don't blame me."

Tian Guo looked pitiful and scared before the battle even started, so he went in the opposite direction from Ouyang Qian. Everyone was speechless and covered their faces when they saw how honest he was.

Ye Cunxin retorted sharply, "Traitor, I truly despise you."

"Don't talk big. Who knows who will be the first to betray us?" Ouyang Qian defended Tian Guo and retaliated against Ye Cunxin.

"Alright, stop arguing. It's already this late, and you still have the energy to argue? Isn't that annoying?" Shen Lanni interrupted.

"Don't panic, everyone. Stay calm. This is just a simulated prisoner test, and we're playing our cards right now. They can't really do anything to us, much less kill us. As long as we hold our breath and persevere, we'll definitely get through this without any problems," Long Xiaoyun encouraged everyone.

"Yes, sisters, it's just a little pain at most. Just grit your teeth and hang in there. It'll only be a few days anyway. We can definitely do it. Keep going!" He Lu encouraged them.

……

The female soldiers were having a lively discussion in the prisoner-of-war cell, all the fear they had felt when they first entered had vanished, unaware that their entire activity was being recorded by a camera in the corner of the wall.

With a low-light night vision camera and an IR fill light, even a pitch-black room can be captured clearly.

"Hey, not bad. You gave them a good scare right from the start, and they've recovered so quickly, even holding a rally here."

Jackie Chan watched the female soldiers discussing on the screen, his smile now tinged with a hint of teasing.

"They've done a lot of research here, they know more than I did when I was in the Old A unit, they even know so much about anti-prisoner training, it really surprised me," Wu Zhe praised sincerely.

"It would be even better if you understood it. Mingxun may seem simple, but it is actually more difficult."

Jackie Chan crossed his legs, took a sip of tea, and continued unhurriedly, "Not knowing that someone had shot him, he had no psychological burden and died instantly, very cleanly and decisively."

Knowing in advance that someone is going to shoot you, but not knowing how or where the enemy will shoot you, is the most torturous thing.

I want to see how many of these female soldiers can actually play this hand.

As he spoke, Jackie Chan placed his teacup on the table and said in a calm but menacing tone, "Hey, don't you think...they're living too leisurely? They even have time to sit there and chat. This isn't the treatment prisoners should receive."

"Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

Wu Zhe instantly understood Jackie Chan's meaning, and with a flick of his hand, he walked out.

Half a minute later.

The female soldiers were already chatting enthusiastically, and Long Xiaoyun was preparing to teach them how to cope with pressure and how to pass this anti-prisoner training.

As soon as Long Xiaoyun began speaking, a piercing noise suddenly erupted from the prisoner's cell.

The main sound is the static of an electric microphone, mixed with the sharp sound of fingernails or metal scratching a blackboard or glass.

Not only is the sound type unpleasant, but the decibel level is also extremely high.

The noise, which was at least close to 100 decibels, was like being at a nightclub, making the female soldiers' hearts race and their scalps tingle.

The sudden loud noise in the room forced Long Xiaoyun to stop her live teaching session.

At the same time, the loud noise was so piercing that it made the female soldiers very uncomfortable. Even if they covered their ears tightly, they could not block out the pervasive noise.

The scraping sound, like fingernails scrubbing a blackboard, was especially unbearable for the female soldiers, making them tremble all over.

Some of the female soldiers even felt like their heads were about to explode, and they kept slapping their heads in discomfort.

In the past, no matter how painful the training was, it was only physical fatigue and exhaustion.

High-decibel noise bombardment is a form of psychological attack.

The female soldiers had no idea how to defend themselves; all they could do was helplessly close their eyes, cover their heads with their hands, and cover their ears as tightly as possible.

Because the noise bombardment wouldn't last long, I tried to endure the discomfort and tough it out.

As a result, the noise bombardment seemed endless; once it started, it seemed like it would never stop, constantly ringing out.

One hour...

Two hours...

Three hours...

The noise bombardment never stopped.

The decibel level did not increase further, remaining between 90 and 100, which made the female soldiers uncomfortable at all times, but did not damage their eardrums.

After several hours of continuous noise attacks, the female soldiers, who were already on the verge of nervous breakdown, experienced for the first time what it meant to be worse than dead.

Noise is invisible and intangible, only audible, and seems to cause no real harm to the body.

However, as the high-decibel noise continued, all the female soldiers experienced physical reactions, especially their heads, which were throbbing so badly they felt like they were about to explode.

That was a neurological reaction caused by an imbalance between the cerebellum and brainstem due to the continuous, piercing sound.

The headache is just the beginning!

By the eighth hour of the noise bombardment, some female soldiers were even suffering from severe headaches, turning pale, and experiencing violent vomiting.

There was no breakfast provided from the morning, and ten hours have passed since the assembly, yet the female soldiers have not eaten a single grain of rice or drunk a drop of water.

He vomited for a long time but couldn't vomit anything, so he could only curl up on the ground and dry heave painfully.

(End of this chapter)