pappabearbooks Chapter 0117: The Nightmare Ends
Chapter 0117: The Nightmare Ends
At this moment, Cheng Cai was putting on a show. He was like an assassin hidden in the shadows. The first shot took out the tank commander, the second shot took out the tank antenna, the third shot blew up the periscope, and the fourth shot took out the loader who was holding the heavy machine gun. The Tyrannosaurus Rex, which was forced to stop and turn around the turret, did not end its bad luck. Instead, it was kept being aimed at the external fuel tank until the poor external fuel tank started to smoke.
Yuan Lang smiled; he almost wanted to say, "Well done!"
But then the tide turned—the tank stopped, and the driver, who was waving a white flag, had just poked his head out when he was shot and shot into smoke.
Yuan Lang stood up thoughtfully and shouted into the distance, "Why keep firing?"
Cheng Cai stood up from his concealed position: "Report, he hasn't left the tank yet, the co-driver hasn't appeared, and they are still armed."
Yuan Lang sat down as if he had accepted the explanation, but his gaze was terrifyingly deep.
"How did the great demon torture you?"
At the meeting point in the woods, seeing Zheng Yingqi approaching, Wu Zhe asked sympathetically, "In terms of misery, Zheng Yingqi is the most miserable one among these people."
Zheng Yingqi shook his head, indicating that he was not "tortured" today.
The trainees were astonished. They hadn't been tortured? That didn't make sense!
"That's strange... I hadn't lost any points yet, I thought I was going to lose my pitiful 2 points today." Tuo Yonggang said in bewilderment, "I was prepared to spit out my drink and leave."
Tuo Yonggang used to be the biggest troublemaker, even Wu Zhe had to rank behind him, but after the shooting range incident, his toughness seemed to have been smoothed out, and he had a feeling of learning from Zheng Yingqi.
Although this was the tortoise mentality that he used to dislike and hate the most.
Wu Zhe thought for a moment and said, "Could it be that the elimination rounds are over?"
has it ended?
The trainees looked at each other in disbelief. They had thought that after eliminating ten people, there would be no more eliminations, but they waited until there were 20 people left. They thought that there would be no more eliminations after 20 people, but Old A continued to eliminate people, and now there are eleven people left.
Even if Old A tells them that they won't be eliminated anymore, they still won't believe it!
"It shouldn't be...it shouldn't be, right? There are still half a month left!" The trainees looked at each other uncertainly, no one believed that the elimination was over.
Looking at his companions who were wary of Old A, Zheng Yingqi smiled bitterly to himself. Everyone was afraid of being tricked again.
In fact, even after Yuan Lang told them that they had been selected by Old A, they were still digging a pit for the final "real combat".
From that day on, neither Qi Huan nor Yuan Lang mentioned the phrase "X points" anymore. However, the remaining 11 people dared not relax, because they were afraid that if they relaxed even slightly, someone would shout something like "X, 2 points" and they would be eliminated as losers.
The last two weeks of training passed smoothly, and no one left without packing their bags until the day training ended and they entered the cafeteria.
Inside the cafeteria, several tables were pushed together to form a table that could accommodate more than a dozen people. The table was laden with a sumptuous meal and even beer.
The group in the lead froze, so much so that those behind them bumped into them. Then everyone stared blankly at the table full of dishes.
Old A's meals are very nutritious; otherwise, this harsh training would have ruined them long ago. But nutritious meals often mean poor taste and small portions, but now...
"This is the table! Anyone who doesn't want to sit here, leave!" Qi Huan's cold words were a direct response to the crowd's bewildered attempts to leave.
Of course I'll sit down—even if it's my last meal before I die, I'll still eat!
With this mindset, the trainees took their seats according to their numbers. However, due to the strict habits they had developed over the past few days, they sat obediently and motionless without Qi Huan's order.
At this moment, Yuan Lang entered, smiling broadly. This smile was unlike anything the trainees had ever seen before, to the point that they couldn't immediately recognize the man who had tormented them for three months as the great demon.
Yuan Lang sat down and smiled warmly at the students, saying, "Sorry I brought some things, so I'm late—I have a surprise for you."
scare!
The students, who were already sitting very upright, including Zheng Yingqi, sat even straighter, waiting for Yuan Lang's new tricks to come. In the past three months, the surprises Yuan Lang talked about had always been more of a shock than a joy.
It's probably because Yuan Lang doesn't understand the difference between joy and anger.
Yuan Lang smiled, a warm smile, but in everyone's eyes, it was the smile of a devil.
"Keep a calm mind...keep a calm mind," Wu Zhe murmured softly, but everyone heard him clearly.
"Wu Zhe, why are you talking about keeping a calm mind?" Yuan Lang asked.
Wu Zhe subconsciously said, "Report, I am 39."
"You can use your real name now." Yuan Lang looked around and found that everyone was too afraid to move when his gaze swept over them. Yuan Lang smiled and said, "Not just Wu Zhe, but all of you. You may use code names in missions from now on, but at the base, you can all use your real names."
As he spoke, he placed a stack of armbands on the table. These were the armbands of the Old A unit, completely different from those of ordinary troops. They were armbands shaped like lightning and swords, and were usually only worn by members of the Old A unit.
"I just took these. These are your future armbands—you'll all have to wear rank insignia from now on. Yes, even if you're an A-team member, you still have to wear rank insignia," Yuan Lang said.
Zheng Yingqi looked at the handsome armband and suddenly his eyes welled up with tears.
Although he knew that he wasn't actually part of the Old A team.
Looking at the silent crowd, Yuan Lang continued with a smile, "Welcome to the Old A!"
But there was no enthusiastic atmosphere, no ecstatic tears; all that remained was an awkward silence.
"What? Don't you believe me? Open the beer! Have a drink, walk around, and there's not a hint of cheering!" Yuan Lang gestured for everyone to open their beer bottles and fill his own, but no one responded... zero.
"You're not drinking either?" Yuan Lang looked at Zheng Yingqi, his meaning clear: Weren't you always sober? How come you're like them?
Zheng Yingqi suddenly smiled: "I'll just have one—I don't dare let alcohol numb my senses."
Xu Sanduo looked at Zheng Yingqi with a strange look, a look that resembled the way the soldiers of the Steel Seventh Company looked at Cheng Cai when Cheng Cai left.
"Xu Sanduo, what kind of look is that?" Yuan Lang asked with a smile after seeing Xu Sanduo's expression.
Xu Sanduo was no longer as dejected or shy as before, but he still looked at Zheng Yingqi for a long time before finally saying, "Why?"
"Why? Why?" Yuan Lang asked.
Xu Sanduo: "Many whys."
Zheng Yingqi's sudden attitude towards Yuan Lang was like the leader of a group of unlucky rebels suddenly turning against the demon king. If it were anyone else, even Cheng Cai, Xu Sanduo wouldn't have any reason to question it—but it was Zheng Yingqi!
Wu Zhe said, "I also have many 'whys'—when people experience too many bad things, they dare not believe in good things. Also, no one can guarantee the reason for a person's sudden change. Maybe it's a trap."
Wu Zhe said this while looking at Zheng Yingqi, as if reminding Zheng Yingqi to be wary of fire, theft, and Yuan Lang.
Yuan Lang smiled and pointed at Zheng Yingqi: "Looks like I've really spurred you all on. The only sane person among you is here. Ask him about many things—you wouldn't really believe my explanations anyway, since I'm such a bad instructor."
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