Ace Special Forces in Movies and TV Shows

Chapter 0115: I just want to eliminate all of you.

"So, everyone loses five points—including the one who hit the target 26 times!" Yuan Lang shouted as he was about to explode.

"Report!"

Yuan Lang: "Speaker number 19."

"The firearms were completely disassembled. In the pitch black, we only had time to reassemble them; there was no time for calibration!"

Another person called out "Report!", it was Wu Zhe: "Report!"

"39, what else do you have to say?" Yuan Lang sounded impatient.

"How long does it take to calibrate a rifle?" Wu Zhe asked.

Yuan Lang: "Two points! Reason: Speaking to the instructor in an accusatory tone." After confirming the deduction, Yuan Lang explained, "First, the condition I gave you was that the weapon malfunctioned—you know the probability of weapon malfunction in actual combat. Second, you can't shoot without the sights? Don't you even understand this basic common sense? You're not as good as some of the new recruits, who at least achieved an average score of 4.9!"

"Report!" Tuo Yonggang couldn't hold back any longer. He couldn't believe that anyone could achieve an average score of 4.9 under such circumstances. He was proficient in shooting eleven types of firearms, but he couldn't believe that anyone could achieve 26 hits and an average score of 4.9 under such harsh and extremely difficult conditions, using uncalibrated firearms.

"29, speak."

"I don't believe anyone can achieve such results!"

"Are you doubting me? Five points!" Yuan Lang said calmly, but ruthlessly deducted a full five points.

Tuo Yonggang was numb to the point deductions and didn't care how many points he lost. He said forcefully, "I want to see the target paper, the target paper with an average score of 4.9 rings out of 26 hits."

"You have no right to see it," Yuan Lang said casually. This casualness could be interpreted as a sign of guilt, so he deliberately added, "Unless you withdraw, I'll let you see it out of pity. After all, I'm more merciful to those who abstain."

quit!

The trainees looked at Yuan Lang, and in their understanding, this was Yuan Lang's stubbornness after lying.

At that moment, many people wanted to tell me to quit and then have Yuan Lang take out the target paper so they could slap him in the face—almost no one believed Yuan Lang's achievement, because in their view, it was impossible.

Tuo Yonggang: "I request to withdraw..."

Holding his breath, Tuo Yonggang shouted without hesitation, but before he could utter the last two words, Zheng Yingqi pounced on him and covered his mouth.

"I typed that out," Zheng Yingqi whispered in Tuo Yonggang's ear. Tuo Yonggang's face changed, and he stared blankly, unable to say another word.

Yuan Lang roared furiously, "43, 20 points!"

20 points...

Zheng Yingqi felt heartbroken and wanted to cry. He had 76 points left, which was still the highest score in the team, but now he only had 56 points, almost becoming the lowest scorer. Knowing Yuan Lang's nature, his future would be even more difficult and worse.

But no one knew how relieved Yuan Lang was in his fury—these people were all top talents from their respective units, but some of them had been recruited by the brigade with great effort, such as Tuo Yonggang, whose release was only achieved after the brigade commander, Tie Lu, personally went to a certain airborne division and pleaded with them until they were hoarse.

However, this three-month-long hellish training is destined to eliminate many people. Although Tuo Yonggang is the one Yuan Lang doesn't want to eliminate, if Tuo Yonggang's temper cannot be tamed, Yuan Lang will have no choice but to eliminate him with a heavy heart—but according to Yuan Lang's calculations, it is too early now.

Fortunately, Zheng Yingqi stopped Tuo Yonggang from making a foolish mistake at the crucial moment. In return for this performance that satisfied him, he could only demand even more stringent measures.

"29, deduct 10 points!" Yuan Lang certainly hadn't forgotten Tuo Yonggang. At the same time, his gaze calmly swept over Cheng Cai, who was closest to Tuo Yonggang. Cheng Cai's failure to stop Tuo Yonggang's foolish act had left a ripple in Yuan Lang's heart.

Tuo Yonggang listened numbly to the point deductions without saying a word, but Yuan Lang had no intention of letting it go. He said to the old A soldiers behind him, "Let's play rock-paper-scissors. Let one of the unlucky guys demonstrate for these idiots who are even worse than recruits."

An old soldier lost a game of rock-paper-scissors, casually walked up to Tuo Yonggang, took the gun from his hand, disassembled it into parts, and tossed them onto the oil paper in the foxhole before entering the foxhole.

"The light is better now than before, so I won't bully you anymore, lest you still think about killing us." Old A said flippantly, then turned his back and began assembling the guns—he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, nimbly and quickly completing the assembly, then suddenly turned around and began firing in bursts from a standing position.

The trainees were speechless; just based on that aura alone, he could leave them far behind.

"Bring the target over here—it's the actual target, not the target paper." Yuan Lang didn't even ask about the scores, and directly ordered the target reporter to bring the target over. The target, which was emitting a light smoke, was brought over. The densely packed bullet impact points were distributed within the 6 rings, with only two shots hitting the 4 and 5 rings. The bullet impact points were still warm, indicating that it was not a fake product.

"I admire your skepticism—but I personally think you want to quit. No problem, I accept it. If you want to quit in the future, just say so. It's your right. I welcome your withdrawal. In the coming week, I plan to send 10 people away. I hope you'll cooperate. Don't make me rack my brains for excuses to deduct points. That's too slow!" Yuan Lang said lazily.

All the trainees changed color. Although they loathed and hated this place, to them, who were proud, they should have completed the training and walked out proudly with a "hey!" instead of being eliminated.

The training that followed seemed to be a testament to Yuan Lang's words, as the veterans began to experiment with even more varied and challenging methods.

During the 10-kilometer cross-country race with a load, Yuan Lang said, "Arriving late than the vehicle means a five-point deduction!"

During the armed crossing, Duke Huan of Qi used a speedboat to cause trouble on the river. After the soldiers finally swam to the other side, Duke Huan said:

"The instructors got impatient and went back! Are you guys like tortoises?"

Then he drove off in a speedboat. The trainees were stunned for a while before someone finally understood what he meant: "Change of destination?"

"Damn it, you don't need to speak to be a human!"

The trainees cursed and swam back, another arduous and deadly process. Some, exhausted, struggled to their feet and were quickly rescued by Old A on the speedboat. But the next thing he said was:

"Deduct 5 points."

One unlucky student was rescued, but after losing five points, Qi Huan, who appeared out of nowhere, told him, "16, you've lost all your points."

Number 16 stared blankly at Qi Huan until Qi Huan shoved the scorebook into his arms. As he watched the points being deducted one after another, his face slowly turned pale.

Just as Yuan Lang said, he had to eliminate ten people, so every day someone would drop out—dropping out here means leaving and never being seen again.

"43, your score is too high." That day, Yuan Lang said to Zheng Yingqi. When he said this, the 17 people in the queue stood there numbly, without any reaction. They didn't know how many times Yuan Lang had said this to Zheng Yingqi.

"After running ten kilometers, you go to the shooting range. There are three magazines, a distance of 500 meters, and 30 targets. If you shoot them all, you only lose 5 points. If you don't shoot them all, you lose 10 points." Yuan Lang said, describing the project that was making things difficult for Zheng Yingqi.

Zheng Yingqi agreed and without hesitation picked up his backpack and ran towards the familiar 10-kilometer track—the 10-kilometer track that had tormented him, a cruel hillside, a round trip of exactly 12 kilometers, which was the 10 kilometers Yuan Lang had mentioned.

In the queue, Tuo Yonggang watched Zheng Yingqi's departing figure with sympathy, while Wu Zhe kept muttering to himself:

"Keep a calm mind, keep a calm mind..."

"Your turn... I'm very dissatisfied. There are still so many of you. Let's continue to find ways to deduct points. Or you can help us out and all forfeit." Yuan Lang continued his performance and started a new round of point deduction plan.