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"Truly a general!" This was the first time I had seen a general since joining the military! I didn't pay much attention to his appearance, but I found myself lost in thought as I looked at the gold stars and pine branches on his shoulder. "General, I am the Squad Leader," I thought. Although I had been taught since my enlistment that "those who do not aspire to be generals are not good soldiers," I couldn't help but consider how many ranks separated us. How many years would it take to reach that level? And even then, there was no guarantee I would make it. This thought left me feeling somewhat disheartened.
Behind the general were several Colonels and Majors. A quick glance revealed that the lowest rank among them was a Major; there were no Lieutenants at all! The soldiers gathered around us were silent, likely just as awestruck by this scene as I was.
At that moment, Liu Team quickly ran to the front of the formation and began shouting commands to organize us. Once we stood in neat rows, Liu Team saluted and reported, "Commander, Comrade, the 2000 Hunter Training team is ready for mobilization. Please instruct us on whether we should begin!"
The Commander returned the salute and replied, "Proceed as planned!"
"Yes!" Liu Team turned around and issued the command to stand at attention, briefly adding, "Now let us warmly welcome the Commander to address us for our mobilization training."
After the applause died down, the Commander stepped forward to begin his motivational speech. His voice was not loud but carried well. "Comrades, welcome to this training camp!" After a brief greeting, he launched into the mobilization training. Strangely, he did not start with conventional formalities or empty words. Instead, he first asked if we had seen a new film that had just premiered around this time last year called "Escape from the Amazon."
I remembered that movie vividly; during our training in Guilin, the school had specially purchased a film reel to show in the auditorium. The Amazon is an ancient river in Venezuela, South America. The United Nations recognized its harsh climate and difficult environment and established an International Special Forces Training Center there, codenamed "Hunter School." The film's gripping plot, somber tone, strong masculine character portrayals, and dynamic action sequences all showcased its high quality and caliber. Especially captivating were the revelations about Special Forces training—extreme conditions like hunger survival, counter-terrorism tactics, and evasion techniques—that made us feel the extraordinary spirit of our National Army and rekindled our long-lost sense of heroism and masculinity. It prompted us to reflect on our national pride and spiritual beliefs.
That night, all of us cadets were filled with fervor! Many of my Brothers wrote letters of intent requesting transfers to special forces units. Compared to today's chaotic influx of emotional storylines in Special Forces dramas, I found "Escape from the Amazon" more authentic, pure, and manly—it was the first major film depicting our country's Special Forces under new circumstances.
After confirming that everyone had seen it, the Commander dropped another bombshell: the film's inspiration came from an international scout competition called "Aelna Assault." Our country participated for the first time in 2001 and achieved commendable results—not first place—but still noteworthy. However, this was merely superficial because most competitors were from Nordic countries; renowned special forces like America's Delta Force and Navy SEALs, Britain's SAS, Russia's Alpha Group, and Israel's Yahalom did not participate. It remains unclear how our Special Forces measure up against these elite units.
In recent years, Western countries have significantly increased their focus on special operations research while China's special forces often remain obscure. As international exchanges among special forces grow more frequent—potentially leading to various international competitions—we must enhance our special forces capabilities to avoid falling behind or facing discrimination.
However, having funding and equipment alone is far from sufficient; people are paramount. Our military district must rely on its strength to earn combat qualifications. Selecting outstanding candidates for special operations teams is urgent; this training camp is set against that backdrop. The Commander also introduced the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Special Operations Brigade who would observe our training; after it concluded, they would select the best comrades for entry into the brigade.
The Commander's mobilization speech captivated everyone; even my initial indifference began to wane under his inspiring words. At that moment, I envied Old Bi—if he could be chosen for a Special Operations Team, how cool would that be? Unfortunately, I was only here as an instructor—a Health Instructor at that—so I doubted anyone would pay me any mind. Feeling somewhat dejected, I glanced around but didn't spot anyone resembling members of the Special Operations Team or their Deputy Chief of Staff. Why wasn't the Commander pointing anyone out? My curiosity about this mysterious high-ranking officer grew—what kind of person could they be?
Lost in thought, the Commander's speech concluded with a powerful statement: "May you all achieve success! Do not let down your Motherland or your people!" After his remarks ended, thunderous applause erupted; it seemed everyone had been stirred by his words.
Once we bid farewell to our leaders, Liu Team announced the training plan: we would start with adaptive training alongside theoretical instruction and battlefield medical care learning for one week. From the second week onward, we would engage in basic physical training; shooting and tactical training would commence in week three; reconnaissance training—including infiltration and counter-infiltration techniques as well as survival on deserted islands—would take place in week four; finally came assessment time. The training camp would implement a strict elimination process: anyone unable to keep up with training or scoring below standard—even slightly—would be eliminated immediately along with those attempting shortcuts who would face disciplinary action. Those eliminated must return to their original units for reporting; after completion of training camp, performance reports would be sent back to each unit.
Liu Team concluded by reiterating internal discipline within our training group before instructing everyone to disperse and wait for equipment distribution before officially dismissing us.
I didn't head back to my room immediately; instead, I turned around and found Old Bi. I wanted to ask him about his plans. I pulled Old Bi aside and asked, "Are we getting eliminated right from the start? There was no prior notice, and now you've really messed up."
"Ah, yeah, it's quite troublesome," Old Bi replied nonchalantly, still glancing around. I knew he was trying to spot Instructor Xiaoyu, but I didn't have time to tease him. "Damn it, don't drag me down with you! If you get eliminated after coming in first, Commander will have to deal with you when we get back." It didn't matter whether we won any honors or not; I certainly didn't want to go back and end up stuck at the pig farm.
"How could that happen?! Do you not believe in my abilities?! I'm an Excellent Student from Shijiazhuang Army Command College!" Old Bi finally focused and spoke seriously.
I wasn't sure what that meant, but I felt that Old Bi still had some confidence. However, his next words completely shattered my faith.
"Well, I can at least hold on for a week!"
...
Before long, the whistle blew again. Team Leader Ding shouted, "Cadets! Gather up, split into teams and get your gear! Instructors, meeting in Room 10!"
Old Bi patted my shoulder cheerfully. "Don't worry; I haven't met any beautiful instructors yet. The longer we stay here, the better our chances!" As he headed off to gather with the others, I trudged toward Room 10 with a frown.
Upon entering the room, I found several instructors already present. Xiao Yu was excitedly chatting with an old man wearing a short-sleeved uniform and glasses; he must be the expert they invited—Xiao Yu's teacher. When she saw me enter, Xiao Yu shot me a glare as if blaming me for being late. I kept quiet and stood off to the side.
The old man adjusted his glasses as he noticed my arrival and said, "Timely rescue and rapid transport of casualties during wartime are crucial for improving survival rates and maintaining combat effectiveness."
"However, Scout," he continued, "it's often difficult to transport casualties immediately in a battlefield environment. Therefore, self-rescue and mutual aid become extremely important. Our task is to guide the Cadets in learning how to use simple materials from their surroundings for initial emergency treatments like ventilation, bleeding control, bandaging, immobilization, and transportation. Self-rescue techniques are not complicated; the equipment used is quite simple—standard triangular bandages, dressings, tourniquets—and can even be improvised on-site."
He paused for a moment and rummaged through a pile of books. "This is a textbook I've compiled for this training session; each of you will get a copy to review. The theoretical lessons will largely follow this material. You all have medical backgrounds and were selected for being relatively agile and smart comrades. During practical lessons, you'll need to help train everyone in mastering these skills. If you have any questions, feel free to ask Xiao Yu; she also contributed to the textbook."
I took a copy and flipped through it while listening as Xiao Yu chimed in at that moment, "In a bit, they'll split into four teams for practical training; each of us will be responsible for one team's instruction over the week. I hope you all teach well and sincerely; otherwise, I'll have to report you!" I looked up just as she finished speaking and caught her playful smile directed at everyone—a moment that was bright and captivating.
The two Brothers beside me seemed completely mesmerized, their eyes glued to the scene. I wasn't too concerned about that; instead, I asked the Professor, "Leader, will we still have classes after that week?"
Before the Professor could respond, Xiao Yu interjected, "The teacher can only stay here for a week. If needed, I will remain to oversee the final assessment. As for you all, you can choose to go back early or return with your own Cadet."
Uh, was that directed at me? I felt a bit singled out and glanced at Xiao Yu, but it didn't seem personal. I sighed inwardly; given Old Bi's unpredictable nature, he might just want to head home early.
After the Professor finished outlining the tasks, he instructed us to return to our rooms and prepare. I opened my door and found Old Bi standing there with a new Backpack in hand.
"Old Bi, thanks for picking up my gear," I said gratefully.
Old Bi ignored me and beamed at Xiao Yu behind me. "Instructors, I've brought your equipment!"
Damn it!
…
(To be continued; tomorrow will be even more exciting!)
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