Don’t Pretend, I’m Actually Taking Special Forces

"What I need to exercise is that you are always on your toes, from this moment forward."

This sentence completely convinced Zhang Yongxiang, because after thinking about it, there was nothing wrong. Most of them were completely in a relaxed state, which was actually very bad.

After they become undercover agents, the environment they live in every day is in dire straits, and they must be vigilant at all times, otherwise, whenever they make a mistake, it will lead to the failure of the mission.

It can't be said that because they are too tired, they don't even have the lowest level of vigilance, then they can't be a good undercover agent at all, but will harm everyone.

It is very difficult to successfully go undercover. After layers of screening, and many colleagues behind the scenes to build bridges and pave the way, there may have been more than a dozen people working hard on this line, and the last hope must not be wasted.

"I know that many of you are old players and have more undercover experience than me, but I am indeed better than you in some aspects. There is no doubt that those who come out of me can definitely be independent. I want Just the elite."

After Qin Yuan finished speaking, he pointed to the big bell in front, telling them that if they couldn't stand it and gave up, they could go directly there to ring the big bell, and then leave, otherwise they would have to accept his order if they stayed here for a day.

With such a statement, everyone could only accept it silently. Zhang Yongxiang was persuaded again, but these were all superficial. He wanted to see Qin Yuan's real strength later.

In the following night, there were a total of three urgent gatherings. Everyone didn't sleep well at all. When Zhang Yongxiang opened his eyes vigilantly the next morning, he didn't expect that it was already past 8 o'clock. He felt something was wrong. Why did he oversleep? ?

The others were still asleep, and they didn't hear any noise. Zhang Yongxiang felt a little strange. They would start training at 6:30 every day, but it was already past 8:00.

He was a little puzzled, and when he walked out, he saw Qin Yuan sitting outside washing their clothes with several other sent team members.

Seeing Zhang Yongxiang coming over, Qin Yuan even said hello, without paying any attention to what happened last night.

"Why do you wake up so early? Hurry up and get some more sleep."

"What do you mean? I really don't understand you if you want to win us over in this way."

"Win? You use this word inappropriately. I never need to win. I'm just doing what I should do. I called you up so many times last night. I'm not an unreasonable person. I know Go rest, go, go rest."

This made Zhang Yongxiang a little embarrassed. He questioned Qin Yuan like that last night, but he didn't expect to be able to talk to him calmly today.

Qin Yuan is a very clear person. He trains where he should train, and relaxes when he should relax. Zhang Yongxiang has become curious from the beginning of questioning. He thinks what kind of person this instructor is, and he can only slowly understand it later. .

In the following training, people are eliminated every day, because the difficulty is constantly escalating, from basic marksmanship to close combat, these things can be said to be not very difficult, all of which require skill, not necessarily marksmanship It must reach the level of one hundred and one hundred hits, but it must be accurate enough.