However, Li Ling did not go down to the company level and continued to work as a clerk for Miao Lian, but the training continued as usual.
Many people in the reconnaissance company had heard about Li Ling's feat of single-handedly taking on nearly an entire company of missile soldiers while still managing to defeat several of them without losing his own life. A group of them pestered him to practice combat skills with them every day.
Li Ling didn't really have much to teach others, because what he knew, others also knew. They were learning the same things, except that Li Ling was far superior to them in terms of strength, agility, reaction speed, and other aspects.
This is a fundamental gap that cannot be bridged through training. However, Li Ling didn't want to dampen their enthusiasm for training too much. Strength and agility cannot be developed in a day or two; it requires years of accumulation.
There are ways to improve reaction time; you can practice this on your own using sandbag arrays and movable wooden stakes.
Less than two months after returning to the regiment, the document for selecting special forces members came down, and the capable members of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company submitted their applications to participate in the training.
However, it is true that Miao Lian is about to change careers.
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Chapter 46 Good luck to you
The rankings of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company's comprehensive assessment results came out, and Li Ling unsurprisingly ranked first, much higher than Xiao Zhuang's tenth place in the original series. Second place went to Chen Pai, third place to Lao Pao, and Chen Xiwa ranked eighth.
Each reconnaissance company had ten slots. The ten men representing the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company boarded the bus to the training camp under the leadership of Platoon Leader Chen.
"Hey, Xiao Zhuang, what's wrong? You've been so quiet the whole way," Chen Xiwa asked Li Ling, who was sitting opposite him.
Li Ling glanced at him and sighed, "I'm wondering how those special forces soldiers will greet us."
Then he turned to everyone in the car and warned, "I advise you all to be mentally prepared! I may not have eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run when it comes to special forces selection."
"My only advice to you is this: once you're in the special forces training camp, stop thinking of yourself as a human being, forget your rights as a human being, forget what humanity is. Just do what the instructors say, or you'll be in for a world of trouble."
One of the reconnaissance soldiers from the third platoon, seeing how serious Li Ling was speaking, said weakly, "What you're saying is making me uneasy. Since you know something about it, why don't you tell us? That way we can be mentally prepared."
The other nine people all looked at Li Ling, who nodded and said, "I heard all of this when I was in drama school. One of my classmates' uncles is in the Southeast Military Region Special Forces, and he heard his uncle talk about the selection process for the Special Forces."
"The first day of entering the special forces selection training team usually begins with a week of extreme training, commonly known as 'Hell Week'."
"During this week, the instructors will not let you rest. They will keep you in a state of high mental and physical exhaustion at all times. They will use every means to torture you and make you endure great pain, both physically and mentally."
"This stage is what special forces call 'rust removal,' eliminating those who cannot endure pain, fatigue, and mental torture, leaving behind the promising candidates who can continue training. In other words, it's about removing the rust and leaving the refined iron, because only refined iron can be forged into steel."
"Of course, Hell Week is just the first stage. Hell Week is not the end, but only the beginning. There is also the Devil Camp afterward, which will continue to eliminate many people. In the end, probably only one in ten will remain."
At this point, Li Ling took a deep breath and summarized: "In short, participating in the special forces selection is actually a process of torture, both physically and mentally."
"But once you can withstand it, your fighting power will increase exponentially. At that time, your body will be as strong as steel, and your spirit will be indestructible."
"In any harsh environment, your survival ability is much stronger than that of ordinary people. To put it simply, everyone knows Rambo. The real elite special forces soldiers are almost all Rambos."
"But it must be said that there is a limit to the physical and mental endurance of a person. It is not that you can definitely get through it if you have enough willpower. Sometimes you can't hold on, not because your willpower is weak, but because you have reached your limit."
"In this situation, don't try to push yourself to the limit. Doing so will only cause your body or mind to collapse, or even kill you. You should know that special forces selection... has a death quota!"
"If you can't handle it, it means you're not prepared enough. Go back and practice, and you can try again next time. Besides, luck is also an important factor in whether you can stay in the special forces. If you're unlucky, you'll be eliminated as well."
After hearing what Li Ling said, the carriage fell silent as everyone processed what he had said.
Others might feel that Li Ling was exaggerating, but Chen Pai didn't, because he had been preparing for this day since high school. He had learned about the inside story of the special forces selection through various channels, so he took Li Ling's words very seriously.
He knew that what Li Ling said was very likely to happen. At this moment, his only worry was whether his illness would flare up during the selection process.
Fortunately, he had always listened to Li Ling and worked hard to maintain his body, avoiding overtraining. His current physical condition is much better than in the original story. Most importantly, he did not experience the injuries that aggravated his condition.
After swaying and rattling along the bumpy mountain road for several hours, the truck finally came to a stop, and someone outside shouted, "Everyone participating in the training, get off the truck and change vehicles."
"Clang!"
The canvas was opened, the rear guardrail was lowered, and everyone inside jumped out of the vehicle. At this time, there were already more than a dozen ten-person teams from different units waiting outside. These were all trainees.
Veteran special forces soldiers, dressed in special forces camouflage and fully armed, stood on both sides of the road, staring at the rookies with eyes like those of wolves eyeing a flock of lambs.
"Get on the bus!" The Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company was the last to arrive. As soon as they arrived, the veteran special forces soldiers began to arrange for the rookies to get on the bus.
“Our ordeal has begun,” Chen Pai sighed, then climbed onto the special forces truck.
Before the newbies could even get settled, the truck started moving, throwing them all over the place.
"Hey, this is insane."
"Is this the start of their show of force?"
Are you alright, bro?
"fine."
Chen Xiwa and a reconnaissance soldier from another unit tumbled together. The two exchanged a few angry words before finally settling down in the violently shaking carriage.
Chen Xiwa casually asked the man next to him, "Brother, where are you from?"
"From the reconnaissance company of the 586th Regiment."
Chen Xiwa glanced at him speechlessly and said, "I asked you where you're from?"
"Are you from Beijing? And you?"
"The reconnaissance company of the 588th Regiment, I'm from Shandong."
"A burly man from Shandong, how come he's only a private?"
"So what if you're a private? You're a sergeant, aren't you just like us? Don't you get to suffer like this."