Ace Special Forces in Movies and TV Shows

Chapter 0088: Before It Begins

"Boss, there are quite a few people here." A member of Group A quietly nudged Zheng Yingqi, only to find that Zheng Yingqi was absentmindedly searching for something in the crowd.

What is Zheng Yingqi searching for?

Of course, he should look for the veterans of the Seventh Company. And let me tell you, quite a few people from the old Seventh Company were selected to participate. In addition to those who appeared in the story, Zheng Yingqi also saw more than a dozen figures, which gave him the illusion that this was the Seventh Company's competition field.

By this time, the troops had all assembled. Zheng Yingqi looked them over and saw that there were about 130 people—these were the most elite soldiers of the T Division.

Thinking about the plot, Zheng Yingqi realized that out of so many people, only three were selected. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "These old A's are really strict!"

Yuan Lang made his entrance, hastily saluting the soldiers lined up on the grass. An officer instinctively gave the command: "Attention! Salute!"

swish swish

The soldiers responded in unison.

Yuan Lang laughed: "Relax, it will be very tiring going on. We are all guests, and we should treat our guests well."

These words made the soldiers feel much more relaxed. Most of them did not expect how cruel the following words would be.

"So, what follows is a sumptuous feast for you all—" Yuan Lang continued smiling. Only the soldiers of Old A could understand the meaning behind Yuan Lang's radiant smile. These soldiers obviously didn't understand, but in the next moment, they would, because Yuan Lang continued:

"A two-day trek within a 100-kilometer radius, standard load—weapons and food are all optional, well... no matter what you choose, it's just a breakfast-style field ration."

The vast majority of soldiers breathed a sigh of relief; the selection process was much more difficult than they had anticipated.

Yuan Lang continued to smile, his smile still so radiant, causing the soldiers' goodwill towards him to surge—but the next moment, their dislike began to soar, because Yuan Lang said:

"Pretty easy, right? It's just wilderness survival. There are plenty of wild rabbits here. Catch a few and make a stew with wild vegetables—it'll smell delicious! But wait, I haven't finished yet!"

"The ultimate requirement is to penetrate deep into enemy territory and complete the map work, which is something you must hand over to me upon arrival. — As a friendly reminder, I suggest you operate in small groups, because a reinforced battalion will be on your way to intercept and ambush you!"

"Oh, right, it's your division's reconnaissance battalion—I heard you're very strong, so I want to see just how strong you really are! It's 6 PM now, and I'll be waiting for you at the destination by 6 PM the day after tomorrow. Just so you know, I'm driving, so there are only four seats. I'll be taking four people with me: the first three to arrive and one more person—um, the pre-selected one."

The soldiers didn't care about the pre-selected candidate because they were terrified by the harsh, even cruel, conditions.

Zheng Yingqi was shocked—the plot had unexpectedly changed; three people had become four? Or was it pre-arranged? Who could it be?

Next, Yuan Lang continued, "Now please remember your reference points—put your pens and paper away, because from now until the end, I will be your enemy. As an enemy, how could I possibly tell you the latitude and longitude? Please remember your reference points: southeast, on the edge of the grassland, there's a small pond, next to which is a mountain. Beyond the mountain is an oak forest. I'll be waiting for you at the edge of the forest!"

Keywords: Southeast direction, lake, mountains nearby, oak forests beyond the mountains.

Zheng Yingqi quickly jotted down these keywords—the plot from his memory, which was of no help in this selection.

"Alright, now if there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me!"

"Report, shall we issue positioning devices?" a soldier asked.

"No positioning devices—one compass for each person." After that answer, no one asked any more questions. Yuan Lang continued, "Now prepare to distribute equipment and supplies. After that, we'll send you to the war zone. Be careful, entering the war zone is entering the battlefield. Now, dismissed!"

Old A began distributing supplies, just as Yuan Lang had said: a field ration, a compass, and a signal pistol. The equipment consisted of a standard exercise suit plus a heavy field backpack—the so-called standard load, I don't know which standard it refers to, but the backpack was definitely heavy.

The vacuum-packed field rations contained very little: a piece of chocolate, a compressed biscuit, pickled vegetables, raisins, and a small bag of glucose water. Despite the variety of items, these things combined could barely meet the body's needs for calories, salt, sugar, and water for a single morning.

Zheng Yingqi knew, of course, that supplies were pitifully scarce. He could have prepared in advance, even if he hadn't brought any food. Surely no one would have noticed if he had eaten his fill before coming. But Zheng Yingqi didn't even consider this kind of cheating. Just like Wu Liuyi and Xu Sanduo said at the maintenance station, they couldn't live with themselves if they ate those steamed buns.

"I'm starving now," one soldier complained, looking at the meager rations. "We came on an empty stomach!"

"Who didn't come on an empty stomach? These guys definitely did it on purpose."

"Is that even a question?"

"I really want to swallow it whole."

"Then eat it, if you're open-minded enough."

The soldiers whispered among themselves; before it even started, many of them had already lost heart.

"Boss, I have a bad feeling." Wang Hui from Group A felt a chill run down his spine: "I have a feeling I'm in for a lot of trouble this time?"

"They're all top students. To stand out, you have to work harder than others," Zheng Yingqi said in a low voice. "Don't you understand that?"

"Of course I understand—" Wang Hui sighed, "That's why I'm afraid, boss. This time, we three together weigh over 500 jin, so we're leaving it to you."

The other two nodded in agreement. Even if they didn't recommend the group to act, the other three members of Group A would still follow Zheng Yingqi.

Zheng Yingqi nodded, but he wasn't sure—after enduring 60 hours of hunger, even someone as hardworking as Gan Xiaoning chose to "die for his country." Thinking about this, he felt even less confident.

At this time, everyone was quietly forming teams, like running a dungeon. Wu Liuyi and Xu Sanduo naturally huddled together, and they also pulled Cheng Cai into the old 7th Company's team. The others did not welcome Cheng Cai's arrival—the betrayal they had committed back then, with the disbandment of the 7th Company, had become something the old soldiers of the 7th Company could not forgive.

"The class monitor is over there." Ma Xiaoshuai had already spotted Zheng Yingqi and, sensing the awkward atmosphere, said to the others, "I'll go invite the class monitor."

"Let's go together, let's go see the little elite guards of the guard company," Wu Liuyi said with a smile.

They liked to call Group A "Little Old A," especially after they heard that the guard company had captured four Old A's alive, everyone's goodwill towards Group A skyrocketed - the soldiers of the 7th Company could never forget Old A.

"Zheng A, want to come along?" Wu Liuyi walked over and invited Zheng Yingqi with a smile.

Zheng Yingqi looked at the familiar faces and nodded without thinking. Since leaving the Seventh Company, how many times had he dreamed of fighting alongside his old comrades!

……

While the soldiers were preparing, Yuan Lang walked towards the railway and Wang Qingrui: "Report, I'm going to the war zone first."

Railway nodded, and Wang Qingrui, watching Yuan Lang walk away, said indignantly, "That's not harsh enough. You should have tied them all up, then opened fire with machine guns, and finally taken away those who weren't killed."

Wang Qingrui was initially relieved because Old A only needed four people, but when he heard Yuan Lang explain the rules, his relief was replaced by anger—a reinforced battalion, or even a division reconnaissance battalion, such a powerful armed force was being pursued and intercepted, yet they gave him such a vague task. Was this an assessment?

If anyone dared to give such a mission on the battlefield, Wang Qingrui would definitely yell at them.

"Do you think I overestimated your soldiers? Overestimated the best of the T Division?" said the Railway General.

"No!" Wang Qingrui said decisively. This was the best wave of troops from the T Division. How could it be an overestimation?

"Then why did you underestimate them?"

Faced with the railway's question, Wang Qingrui had no way to vent his anger, so he could only glare indignantly at his old comrade-in-arms and then walk away—I'm not taking your train back!

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