Chapter 1990

This group of anti bone special forces soldiers who just felt that it was impossible to do the task lowered their heads in shame one by one. It was not the first time that Mu yuan was trained, but for the first time, he felt that his body was like countless worms constantly drilling out. Instructor Jack didn't name his name, but he felt that this remark was meant for him, because he had used his cleverness and vague training.

Domestic training programs are also very abnormal, and every task is also very difficult, but he can stand it. He never cries bitterness, nor has he used any small wisdom. It is all practical training, but why did he turn against the bone this time?

Jack saw Mu yuan with his head down and his ears and neck red. He took a deep breath and said faintly, "Half of the freshmen this time are not citizens of our country. Do you know how difficult the training programs of seal commandos and delta special forces are? Do you know how much time our special forces spend in training every year? Do you know why your country's professional ability and survival ability under the same conditions are not as high as ours? Because every training we have is a real weapon, and the training program at West Point is only a basic training program, If you can't even do this, you are not eligible to be selected as our seals and deltas. The training of special warfare and anti-terrorism is different from that of police, agents and criminal police, because the terrorists and killers we face may grow up in rigorous training day after day and year after year. Endurance, endurance and psychological endurance are more important than your fighting, shooting and brain. In the face of the enemy, no matter how fast your brain moves, it is not as fast as his bullets. "

Jack thought that this was the first time he had said such a long paragraph except for his speech and oath.

"Remember." He looked at Mu yuan and said firmly, "there is no shortcut to survival training!"

The training time of this project is four hours. Jack said, "rest in place for five minutes and continue training!"

"Yes!"

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Jack went aside, took the record book, recorded their performance one by one today, and directly deducted five points for mu yuan. The assistant instructor came over, "You are an acting instructor. No matter what they strictly do, this team is all citizens of other countries. It's their business that they love to play tricks. After a year of training, they pack up and leave. Everyone is happy. They're not soldiers under our hands. What they bother to do, maybe they don't appreciate it."

Jack didn't raise his head and said faintly, "it's their business to accept or not to do their duty."

He is an instructor, and his responsibility is to teach them how to come back alive on the battlefield.

"The child lost his temper."

"Who?"

"Mu yuan, do you have a special opinion on him?" The assistant instructor asked. Jack looked down the assistant instructor's eyes. Mu yuan seemed to be peeking at him. Seeing him look over, he turned his eyes as if nothing had happened. He stood alone on the edge of the cliff, like facing the wall, like shame.

"I have no problem with him."

Jack bowed his head. The little Lieutenant has good professional ability and outstanding conditions in all aspects, but he has one drawback: he is too clever. His mind is too flexible. As he said, fighting may have skills, but there is no shortcut to survival training.

He will teach him what a real soldier is!

What kind of professional ability and survival skills should a real anti-terrorism fighter and a real special forces soldier have.