1713: C1713 It's Not a Fake It's Real

C1713 It's Not a Fake It's Real

Since the retirement of Longteng December, Longteng Force has always carried the fame of the China's Strongest Special Forces Training Center. But in the ten years that it has been here, it has never been able to cultivate an outstanding special forces combat team that could compare to Longteng December.

Ten years was more than enough time for any of the military regions to undergo a major transformation.

The benefits and benefits that the shadows of the previous generations of the Soaring Dragon Sect had brought to the Soaring Dragon were still present, but the influence of the Longteng Force was getting lower and lower.

In China, there was not only one Special Forces training unit, in the orthodox sense, the nine main commands of the five big military sectors all had their own special forces.

Why was it that only the Soaring Dragon could occupy the most natural environment, the Southern Parrot Ridge?

So why was it that the first virtual training technology developed by the nation's highest military research could be used on Longteng Force, or was it used to directly transport all the equipment here, so as to prevent the members of the Soaring Dragon team from having to train on the boat?

All of this was due to the help of the Longteng December.

It was the battle between the Southern Yue and the Southern Yue twenty odd years ago that had allowed their Longteng December to shake the seas, allowing the entire world to know that the Chinese Special Forces were the most top-notch special forces.

However, in the last ten years, some foreign powers, after retiring their Longteng December, began to unrestrainedly spread the news that the special forces of China had been weakened.

We will use this to reduce the international influence of China.

In order to make those clowns shut up, the higher-ups would order the Soaring Dragon to nurture a new special forces unit that would shock the world.

The leaders of the higher ups of the Longteng Force also conscientiously carried out their duty to carry out the orders from their superiors.

But the result wasn't too good.

During these ten years, the reserve strength cultivated by the Soaring Dragon during the first five years was not enough to grow. In the last five years, the Soaring Dragon did not achieve a good result when it recruited outstanding recruits throughout the country.

Everyone in the Soaring Dragon headquarters felt an unprecedented pressure.

They especially wanted to reproduce the divine might of the Longteng December back then, and they had done so only by following the standards of those people from Longteng December. Why was it that they were unable to obtain the results they wanted from the beginning to the end?

President Chu, who had already taken over the Longteng Training Base and presided over the overall situation, couldn't figure out what they did wrong at all in the past five years.

Until today.

Until the final phase of this session of Soaring Dragon Army Soul Training and Selection.

Until the time of the virtual training field selection, all the soldiers who had been in the army for more than three years and had advanced from the first region were all eliminated.

President Chu and all the other higher-ups of Soaring Dragon finally understood what was wrong with them.

"Longteng December is a myth above the legends. They are a myth that cannot be replicated."

President Chu's gaze swept across all the senior leaders of Soaring Dragon. He shook his head and sighed with a bitter smile: "Our mistake in the past is because we really want to copy the glory of the past, but forgot that any glory is not for copy, but for surpassing."

When President Chu said this, the people in the room couldn't help but nod in agreement.

President Chu was right.

But the question is, what's the use of trying to back out now, don't tell me you're going to put the clock back on ten years and let us start over?

When President Chu felt that his men seemed to agree with him on the surface, but were actually strongly ridiculing him in his heart, his old face immediately turned red. He really wanted to pull out a gun and shoot them out with bullets.

Of course, being a leader required a broad mind, and not just because of a bunch of ruffians, they couldn't afford to be angry.

He had to make a profound decision to convince all of his subordinates from the bottom of their hearts.

"Reporting, on the 75th hour of the virtual training field, there are still 12 people remaining. The special task force's establishment criteria has been met. "Do you wish to stop the training?"

A report that suddenly came out of the room gave President Chu a chance to make a big decision.

"The training continues. Twelve hours later, the final mode will be activated. I want this training to be a real solo operation, allowing only one person to live to the end. "

President Chu's order would not be questioned by a messenger.

The person who just made the report immediately passed on President Chu's order.

It was only after this order was given that the other higher ups of the Longteng Force in the room suddenly reacted.

"Principal, why did we have to fight alone?"

"Principal, we have already completed our mission. The continuation of the preliminaries will not affect the outcome." More importantly, isn't it a bit too cruel to let these people who are going to become intimate comrades-in-arms to fight to the death? "

"Principal, the death of the virtual training ground will cause a lot of psychological trauma, and the remaining 12 people were chosen by us with great difficulty. We can't let them walk into the real battlefield with a great psychological trauma just because of your order."

The group of people started talking about their worries.

Truth be told, according to the pre-training plan, once there were only 12 people left in the virtual training field, they could end the training and form the remaining 12 into a new Long Teng Special Battle Team.

There was no need to continue.

However, President Chu snorted and did not explain at all. He only said a name in a loud voice: "Demon King Hu Mietang of Soaring Dragon's Murder in the second month."

Just the mention of this name silenced everyone.

Everyone present knew Hu Mietang.

Back then, the righteous and evil Russian vampire bat had almost become a big stain on the Soaring Dragon, and it was Jack and the others who risked their lives to pull Hu Laoer back onto the right path.

Mythical like Longteng December, it had also allowed teammates to fight to the death with each other. This made the new members of Soaring Dragon Battle Team feel that kind of atmosphere during training, so what couldn't they do?

However, there was one thing that no one understood.

I said before, I won't replicate the glorious experience of Longteng December, but now I will copy the history of their growth.

Excuse me, President Chu, don't you feel that you're contradictory?

Of course, President Chu didn't think so.

He didn't even care what was wrong with the order he just made. He just returned his gaze back to the big screen in the command room and stared at the scene where Lee Nanfang was being monitored.

Lee Nanfang could feel that someone was paying attention to him.

Being watched by the higher-ups during the team training was a very normal thing. Lee Nanfang didn't care about how the leaders thought of him.

However, he did mind that there was a pair of eyes hiding in the dark inside of the training field, constantly monitoring him and putting pressure on him.

However, whenever he turned around to look for those eyes, he would always find nothing out of the ordinary.

This feeling was similar to when a person treated him as their prey and hunted him down as their target. At any time, they were always looking for an opportunity to kill him.

Lee Nanfang didn't bother to guess who this person was.

Soldiers come and block; men come and go.

Even if Yang Xiao appeared in this virtual training ground, Lee Nanfang wouldn't feel too pressured right now.

With a mobile armory beside him and a driver who looked like a lunatic in charge of leading the way, all he needed to do was sit in the passenger seat of the car and feel any danger, or if someone he met on the way disliked him, he could just pull out a gun and finish him off.

This was Lee Nanfang's responsibility after the three of them had formed an alliance.

A few hours ago, after a brief discussion, the godly horse and the steel rooster unanimously decided to include Lee Nanfang in their plan. The three of them formed a small team and went on a killing spree.

There was no other reason.

No matter how extraordinary the transporters and orderlies were, no matter how much hellish training they had experienced in the Soaring Dragon Realm, they were still not combat units.

Lee Nanfang still needed to do the killing work.

The three of them each took what they needed, and there was no longer any estrangement between them.

He followed the shore, heading in the opposite direction from the sea.

After entering the virtual training ground for three whole days, Lee Nanfang never personally found any weapons, equipment, or transportation.

It just so happened that the Iron Cock and the Godsteed, these two oddities, were as familiar with each other as they were with the road. They had found countless good stuff on the five-kilometer-long road from the shore to the center of the training field.

Weapons and ammunition, they were all small matters.

Bicycles on the branches, tricycles in the tall haystacks, that was a small matter.

When the Godly Horse drove out a jeep from the bottom of a mountain, Lee Nanfang felt that this transport soldier from Soaring Dragon's area was also a capable person.

If not for his special talent, no one would have been able to see the car hiding behind a snow-covered hill.

"Ma, do you know how to fly a plane?"

Sitting in the jeep, wrapped in the thick cotton-padded jacket dug out by the iron rooster, Lee Nanfang was really tired of the snowy scene outside the window that hadn't changed much in more than three hours.

His question was not for nothing.

If a madman could fly a fast boat over a cliff, he would only need to give him a fighter jet. He would definitely be able to avoid radar surveillance from all over the world and travel through the most complicated environment to achieve a precise long-range strike.

To put it more bluntly, Lee Nanfang felt that if Shen Ma was given a chance, he would definitely go to North America, bomb the White House, and then return safely.

If, of course, he knew how to fly a plane.

"I do, I was born to be a pilot. It's just that when ordinary troops were firing their fighter jets, they violated the rules of the aerial flight, and were transferred to Longteng Force to be used as a transport soldier."

Shen Ma casually replied.

Lee Nanfang's interest was piqued and he asked: "What did you violate the rules for?"

"At that time, my military area was conducting live ammunition exercises, and we were ordered to form a fighter formation to target our targets. After completing my mission, I discovered a loophole in the enemy's radar. I drove the plane around the no-fly zone and directly blew up the enemy headquarters, causing the military exercise to end three days earlier. "

Shen Ma's tone was still very casual.

However, Lee Nanfang wanted to curse again this time.

What kind of special weirdo was this?

You changed the pattern of a large military exercise all by yourself. You said it like you were throwing out a paper airplane.

Would he die if he didn't act cool?

"If I were your superior leader, I would definitely break your legs and not turn you into a transporter."

Lee Nanfang replied snappily.

The divine horse's expression finally changed.2

He scratched his head awkwardly and laughed: "That's what President Chu told me when I first came to Soaring Dragon. "So, he still hasn't let me take another plane. I can only treat the transportation that I have access to as if it was a plane."

"Hur, hur hur, I can see it."

Lee Nanfang couldn't forget it now. The scene of the speedboat jumping from the sea to the top of the cliff, riding the waves, could only be sneered at the godly horses.

However, after laughing coldly, a wave of killing intent suddenly attacked.

Lee Nanfang did not hesitate at all and directly put his hand on Shen Ma's head.

"Pah!"

A bullet went through the windshield, grazed past the back of Lee Nanfang's hand that was holding the head of the divine horse, and nailed itself onto the steel helmet on the rooster's head.

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