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"Hey, what's going on here?" Old Bi also became interested.
"The direct subordinate of the Special Operations Camp, the Acting Squad Leader of the Reconnaissance Company, Wu Di. He's just a first-term sergeant. Last year, he ranked second in Hunter Training, just a bit behind Sun Hu, which drew quite a bit of attention. But it's unfortunate for him; last year's training camp only highlighted him and Sun Hu, but neither of them got selected by the Special Operations Team. If Wu Di had been chosen last year, he could have been promoted this year. This is Wu Di's last chance; in our infantry unit, it's unlikely to transition to the second term. If he can't make it to the Special Operations Team this year, I think retirement is all that's left for him. However, it seems like there are more skilled individuals this year; Wu Di's fate doesn't look good."
"And then there's Lin Hao from this unit. He's truly a prodigy. What makes him special? It's that he's the only one among them with an infantry background, having graduated from a Military Academy. He was assigned here two years ago and appears refined, yet his military skills are outstanding—it's as if he was born to be a soldier. He picks up many skills exceptionally quickly. During the assessment at the end of two years ago, he ranked first in the entire division! His scores in various categories were much better than those of the staff from the Reconnaissance Division. Last year, it seems he was sent off for special training, so he didn't participate in last year's training competition. He just returned to the unit after finishing his special training at the end of last year, and many leaders wanted to transfer him to the Reconnaissance Battalion or the reconnaissance section, but he firmly refused them all; he is determined to join the Special Operations Team."
"Buddy, you know a lot," Old Li suddenly interjected.
Liu smiled lightly. "How could I not know? I'm also from the unit. Our team sent Lin Hao and three other officers along with three soldiers; we should have the most representatives."
"Oh!" Old Bi suddenly realized. "Oh, I remember now! You guys are from the A-type unit; no wonder there are so many candidates."
To explain here, an A-type unit refers to being fully equipped and staffed with complete logistics support; once combat breaks out, they can engage without needing personnel or equipment reinforcements. Generally, the latest weapons are first equipped in these units; for instance, back when our soldiers hadn't even touched the 95 Rifle yet, it had already started being issued in A-type units. In contrast, B-type units have incomplete personnel, equipment, and logistics support and require reinforcements during wartime; thus, B-type units have significantly fewer personnel and candidates for training.
"That's right. However, among our six people, my foundation is weak and my scores aren't outstanding. Fortunately, I don't have any particularly weak areas either, so I ranked fourth overall. There's also a third-year soldier who's better than me."
...None of them seem human!
It appears that our engineering support unit has a significant gap compared to their Main Combat Unit; no wonder our unit consistently ranks at the bottom when sending people over and angers the Commander. But given this situation, it wouldn't be easy for anyone else either.
Old Bi is about on par with Liu; based on this assessment, I think making it into the top six will be quite difficult.
Both Old Bi and I were lost in thought for a moment when suddenly I remembered something and asked Liu: "What about you? Since you're so familiar with all this, did you participate in last year's training camp? How did you do?"
Liu smiled shyly. "I ranked third last year but was far behind the top two. My foundation is weak; there's nothing I can do about it since I'm just a Local University Student—I haven't heard of many professional topics and can only learn slowly."
What talent! He's much better than me. I continued asking, "How's the grouping situation for you guys?"
At the Xiao Yu Group, I was aware of Old Bi. Liu Dao said, "I’m in a group with Old Bi, Sun Hu is in another group, Lin Hao is in a group, and Wu Di, you’re in your own group."
Old Bi and I exchanged glances, speechless. Just then, a voice came from behind us, "What’s going on? It’s lively in here, heh heh!"
We turned to see a soldier entering. Judging by his rank, he was a Staff Sergeant. He looked quite ordinary, slightly taller than me, with a square face that gave off an honest and simple vibe.
"This is Zhong, he’s in our dormitory. So, Old Wang, you’ll be sitting on his bed!" Old Bi introduced him. I noticed the bald patch on Zhong's head the size of an egg and the hard calluses covering his palms and backs of his hands. Looking at the training schedule he had, I was somewhat shocked; this guy trained really hard.
"Hey instructor, what are you guys chatting about? Hehe," Zhong asked cheerfully as he squeezed closer to me.
"Oh, Zhong, we were discussing being selected for the Special Forces. By the way, do you know anything about it?" I replied while making some space.
Zhong scratched his head. "I heard from comrades who were selected before that every soldier in the Special Operations Team has to complete their regular training tasks and also do 100 repetitions each of resistance bands, barbells, dumbbells, arm strength bars, and push-ups as part of the 'Ten Sets of One Hundred' practice. They also have to run 10 kilometers twice daily for Armed Cross-Country training; that’s a must for every Special Forces Soldier. There’s also a physical test similar to the Chinese Super League Team's '1-Minute Run,' but it far exceeds the A-level standards. In one minute, running 300 meters is passing; 400 meters is good; 500 meters is excellent—all measured on steep mountain paths during rain and mud! (The A-level standard for one minute is 800 meters on a flat track.) Ah, I still have a long way to go!"
There was quite a gap—more than just a little! Upon hearing this, Old Bi, Liu Dao, and I fell silent.
Old Li chimed in again, "Zhong, which group are you in?"
"Hehe, I'm with Sun Hu's group. I guess I won’t make it this year."
"That’s not certain! If you work hard—you see I'm still with Lin Hao's group," Old Li said with a smile.
"My goodness, Old Li, you still want to compare yourself to Lin Hao?" Liu exclaimed.
"Hehe." Old Li grinned slyly. "Come on now; it’s all in good fun! Even if you lose, it’s no big deal. But you young folks worry too much—if you have ideas, just go for it! What’s there to be afraid of?"
Old Li's words resonated deeply with everyone. I could see many nodding in agreement, and at this moment, several Cadets who had been out for training were slowly returning. I stood up, preparing to head downstairs, when a whistle sounded from below. "Fall in, Roll Call!"
During Roll Call, Liu Team announced the new group roster. Starting tomorrow, the Cadets would begin their practical training under the Instructors. It was quite interesting; Sun Hu, Lin Hao, and Wu Di were indeed separated into different groups, each placed alone. Wasn't this a bit like selecting seed players? Liu was also in a separate group—could it be that Liu was also a seed player?
The following week was much calmer; nothing significant occurred. However, the competitive atmosphere was clearly intensifying. The Cadets who often missed breakfast were changing frequently, and the overall time for the fully armed Five Kilometers run was gradually improving. I paid close attention to these elite individuals because I wanted to understand just how exceptional they truly were.
Sun Hu, 24 years old, from Northeast China, Captain—tall and strong, with a decisive demeanor and bold confidence. He claimed to be unmatched in the military, having achieved first place last year in the training camp due to his outstanding physical fitness. Among the Cadets, he had some supporters and followers. Perhaps because he had long been leading everyone else by a wide margin, Sun Hu appeared somewhat arrogant and didn't regard Cadets outside of the Main Combat Unit highly, even showing little respect for their group's Glasses Instructor. However, when learning combat casualty care techniques, he was very focused and picked things up quickly; it seemed he wasn't just a reckless brawler. Since that incident with Old Bi, I noticed his gaze toward Old Bi had become much darker. I had warned Old Bi about this, but he didn't seem to care much; it appeared all his attention was on the beautiful women around him. Speaking of beauty, I noticed Sun Hu looked at Xiao Yu with keen interest—could it be that Sun Hu really liked Xiao Yu?
Lin Hao, 23 years old, from Hunan Province, Lieutenant—about five foot eight with handsome features and a sunny Big Boy appearance that made him look no different from an ordinary college student. However, after observing him several times, I noted that he trained with great intensity and consistency but always completed his tasks effortlessly. During morning runs, he kept pace with Sun Hu. Unlike Sun Hu, Lin Hao was polite and courteous to others, often greeting people with a bright smile. His approachability attracted a group of admirers around him; sometimes I even noticed Xiao Yu stealing glances at him while he trained.
Wu Di, 26 years old, from Hubei Province—an enlisted soldier of my height with an ordinary appearance and few words. For this fellow countryman, I could only admire his resilience and determination. Although his morning run times were always behind Sun Hu and Lin Hao's, he never slacked off and continued to train in endurance and strength every afternoon while many Cadets returned to their dorms to rest. Compared to the two shining stars before him, this Cadet was quite low-key; if one didn’t know better, they wouldn’t believe he was second place in last year's competition. Wu Di was assigned to my group; due to our shared background, I knew more about him than others did. I found out that his education level was relatively low; during skill training sessions, he often struggled initially but persevered through practice until he became proficient—a phrase like "practice makes perfect" seemed tailor-made for him. From what I gathered from other informed Cadets, Wu Di came from a poor family and had younger siblings in school who relied on him for support; thus being selected for special forces and promoted was crucial for him.
In contrast to Liu's serious approach to learning, Old Bi appeared much less professional; most of the time he was preoccupied with Xiao Yu. However, his intentions were not solely focused on her beauty. After class, I repeatedly urged him to stay focused so that he wouldn't fail his practical exams and get eliminated.
After completing the practical teaching on self-rescue techniques for combat injuries, we had our first phase assessment over the weekend. This exam could be passed as long as one followed the operational procedures correctly. As expected, all the Cadets passed the first phase assessment; however, the second phase of elimination training began!
(To be continued; more exciting content tomorrow!)
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