Chapter 73: Welcome to Leave (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

  "Yes!"

  He gave a slight bow and shot a glance at Yu Er and Bing Shan.

  As Zhang Shidong began to speak, Lin Ziqiang cooperated and ordered someone to open the gate leading to the camp.

  "Alright, here's the thing: for every single one of you present, this is equivalent to being defenseless. I won't stop you if you want to leave the camp and go back to your original unit right now. Just by looking at me, you can tell I'm not a good person - selfish, self-serving, and dictatorial, leaving no room for anyone to disobey me even slightly. All of you are top-notch individuals from various units, and I'm sure you must look down on someone like me who's useless. I think the same way too - I also think you're all useless, and I don't feel like talking to you or repeating myself. From now on, either listen to me or leave. Disobeying my orders won't result in any punishment; just leave directly."

  Tongtong (Tong Dashan) didn't move, staring at Zhang Shidong: "I want to beat you up."

  "Congratulations then, the person who brought you here and you will become a laughing stock together. You can't even withstand a training session arranged by someone you consider to be a nobody."

  "Forty kilograms, fifteen kilometers, and you have to finish before lunch starts. Can you do it?"

  They are all soldiers who have undergone countless training and testing, facing various cruel, overbearing, shameless, and despicable instructors, and unreasonable demands. They have faced many of these before. The only thing they insist on is - you can train us however you want, but can you do it yourself?

  Zhang Shidong never looked up, skillfully controlling the game character on his laptop, seemingly prepared for such a question, and replied without hesitation: "No way, this is my one and only answer, it's really troublesome. In short, if you're not stupid, get out of here, every day facing beautiful women is great, but facing you bunch of trash... Ah..."

  Tongtong: "I'll kill you."

  Niu Yongshou: "I f**ked a DJ, turtle grandson."

  Bang! Bang!

  The two men moved quickly, but someone worked even faster, and two bullets struck the ground in front of them.

  Zhang Shidong raised his head for the first time, lit a cigarette, and picked up a walkie-talkie from the dashboard: "Alright, that's what we'll do. My safety is now in your hands. Don't dare to shoot at my head or body. Others who open fire and hit people are committing crimes, but I've given you special permission. If anyone dares to lay a hand on me, you can shoot them. It will be considered a third-class merit."

  Several people present were top-notch experts and immediately locked in the positions of two gunmen on the watchtowers outside the walls at four corners, not just two, but four.

  "Shameless!" Tongtong slung the heavy load prepared at the gate over his shoulder and entered the training grounds.

  It's not hard to deal with the gunman, but that position is outside the fence, in other words, if the gunman is knocked out, someone will leave the training ground and someone will be directly eliminated.

  Niu Yongshou was still discontented and resentful, but Yan Xiao'er pulled him back, shaking his head, and carried a heavy load into the training ground.

  Zhang Shidong's treasured sword is their loyalty, to the army and to the country. After receiving strict orders from superiors, they know that the guy in front of them is a shameless scoundrel, yet they still faithfully execute the orders, unless they want to be eliminated. The cost of elimination is too great, before coming here, they already knew from their leaders' mouths that those who are weak and eliminated can leave; those who are mischievous and disobedient and do not follow orders will be eliminated, soldiers will retire and transfer to civilian work in the confidential department.

  Lin Ziqiang stood beside Zhang Shidong with a bitter expression, this kind of instructor is absolutely the world's number one weirdo. In those years when Zhang Shidong was an instructor, he basically didn't care about anything, and his courses were also assisted by other powerful instructors. Occasionally, he would take action and shock everyone. Who would have thought that when he presided over a training session, it would be such a scene?

  Zhang Shidong closed his laptop: "What are you afraid of, we're not a numbered unit here. Later on, these guys will all go their separate ways. What's the point of being polite to them? Even if training is completed, they won't let you lead. If training doesn't yield results and you get scolded afterwards... Alright, Director Lin is busy with official duties, just let them play on their own here."

  Lin Ziqiang asked cautiously: "Do you mean you're not here either?"

  Zhang Shidong had a stupid look on his face: "Am I here? Not even a place to sleep, and a bunch of kids waiting to bully me, it's better for me to stay away."

  Lin Ziqiang was completely speechless, shaking his head, thinking of the trust that many military leaders had in him. Forget it, he thought, I don't understand the world of masters.

  Zhang Shidong puffed on his cigarette, first strolling around the guard company and then squatting in the kitchen to oversee the cooking. Large chunks of beef and fresh milk, all the best ingredients, were being prepared according to the meal plan he had thrown down earlier. He drove a battered jeep into the training grounds, where he saw over 200 figures running on the standard 400-meter obstacle course. Several assistant instructors, who were neither outstanding nor mediocre, faithfully carried out his orders. They knew they didn't have what it took to be instructors for those crazy people inside, so they focused on maintaining order and coordinating logistics instead.

  Inside the modified broken Jeep, DJ music that was popular at the time suddenly blasted out. Instantly, the rhythm of everyone in the entire venue was disrupted. Only Niu Yongshou suddenly became extremely excited, carrying a 40-kilogram load on his back, and still shaking his body from time to time. When he ran past Zhang Shidong's side, he even praised: "The music is not bad."

  Hiding his face, he gave the three of them encouraging eyes, making an effort to adjust their inherent rhythm, not allowing themselves to be affected by the loud music. As someone who had a lot of confidence in Zhang Shidong, he would immediately understand the role of this music.

  Gradually, more people came to understand the role of this music and had a slightly improved impression. Just then, the music disappeared, and the background sounds in the game were connected to the speakers by Zhang Shidong. Occasionally, there was a rustling sound, occasionally the clashing of weapons, occasionally the sound of the scene's background, and occasionally the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

  "Hey, tell us, who is that person?" Hu Yu'er was drenched from head to toe, ignoring the men around her sneaking glances at her fiery figure. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and cheeks as she walked with Yin towards the cafeteria, asking him questions along the way.

  Zhang Shidong's first show of power was not considered heavy, and all 207 trainees completed the 15-kilometer run during lunch.

  He secretly adjusted his breathing, looking at the man who was holding a plate of fragrant dishes and squatting in the corner with a big smile: "If you can really learn something from him, I guarantee that you will benefit for life."

  The disciples were half-believing and half-doubting, and for the next three days, the entire training base was filled with curses against Zhang Shidong.

  The food is not delicious, but it's not important. In various training bases, in order to ensure physical strength, all kinds of unpalatable foods have been eaten. The key is that there are small stoves, and the whole cafeteria is filled with fragrance. The guards and instructors eat oily and fragrant delicacies. In comparison, the food on one's own plate becomes garbage, and the barely edible food makes you want to throw it away as soon as you see it.

  The water was raw, not just raw, but also the kind that came directly from the fish pond. After drinking it, dozens of people had stomach discomfort and ran to the toilet. Unfortunately, there was only one toilet in the entire training base with only a dozen or so stalls. Some people were tragic, tragically wanting to kill Zhang Shidong. In the corners of the playground, obstacle wall, and fish pond, there were some wasteland areas that had been temporarily converted into training grounds, which inevitably became rough and makeshift toilets for those who couldn't hold it in.

  Who would have thought that a despicable person would have countless despicable means?

  In the corner, many surveillance devices were secretly hidden. On the huge LED screen next to the playground, many indecent scenes were being played. Feeling humiliated and psychologically fragile, tears welled up in my eyes, but I held them back. The big guy, as an elite from various departments, came to participate in the training camp. On the first day, he had already lost his dignity. He threw off his hat and shouted, "I don't take this crap!" Several people chose to leave.

  The gate of the training ground was wide open, and there was a huge billboard facing the training ground with several big words written on it: "Welcome to leave!"

  "You're going too far, this is a violation of human rights, I'm going to report you to the higher authorities." A soldier who had just wiped away his tears looked at the instructor's form in hand and kicked the door in anger with his foot. The other soldiers were also extremely indignant, more angry than being humiliated.

  Standing behind them with his arms around his chest, he said calmly: "Either turn back and accept the challenge here, or put away your so-called dignity and leave from here. Losing is losing, no reason can cover up the fact that you lost."

  "Hey!" All of them were young people, and two of them waved their fists at Yin.

  "What he said is right, you are indeed trash." He kicked the two officers from the armed police out of the door and also threw their backpacks out.

  As soon as the sky darkened, everyone's individually issued handheld computer transmitted a new mission, and at the end of the task, the punishment for abandonment or disobedience was always only one: "Leave."

  Here is the translation:

  There's no excellence, no good, no percentage, no ninety, no failure, no fifty-nine points. Every time you feel a task is unbearable and want to resist, it means leaving, and there will be no second chance for anyone.

  "Everyone, at least within the training base, find three notes with numbers written on them. Deadline is tomorrow when the sun rises. Task level: Brain-dead."

  Awesome!

  Everyone pointed their middle fingers at the Q7 car outside the gate, but after an hour passed, all the middle fingers were no longer straight. A brain-damaged level task, one hour, except for seven people who completed the task, more than 190 people were still searching in the simulated city like headless flies.

  Yan Xiao Er chewed bubble gum, leaning on the railing and looking around: "You guys say, why did that bastard not give us a few more dishes this time?"

  Because of Tongtong's pursuit of Yu'er, because of the distant ancient times that have always been valued, at least seven people can stand together.

  Tong Tong: "After this training session is over, I'll definitely make her pay. Hey, Little White Face, who exactly is she?"

  Covering his stomach with one hand, he thought that during the process of searching for the note, the figure that suddenly appeared beside him coldly said: "I only know that this time I was eliminated because of my poor performance, and the military uniform is to be taken off."

  "Cut!"

  Shaking his head secretly, he became even stronger, can't even block a single move himself?

  "Xiao Yinzi, did you think I intentionally eliminated you?"