This Wave of Zombies is No Good - Chapter 22

The following week was like a week in hell.

The students had to wake up at 5:30 every morning, then run with a 20-kilogram load. Only after completing the run could they have breakfast.

On sunny days, they were taken out to bask in the sun. They had to hold a gun in their hands, the muzzle of which was tied to a brick with a rope, and they had to stand still in the sun for two hours.

On the tenth day, Yu Jingtang took everyone to the swimming pool. They swam 5,000 meters in combat gear first, then started to line up to jump blindfolded from a 10-meter high platform.

Yu Jingtang was a very strict person. He didn’t cut anyone any slack. If anything was slightly off, he would whip them with a stick, and he always hit the most painful spots. He thought that Zou Lang was just impulsive and wouldn’t be able to persist. However, he found that although Zou Lang wasn’t the best, his physical fitness was good, his performance was average, and he didn’t have any weaknesses. Despite the rigorous training, he persisted.

During these days, Zou Lang felt like his body was falling apart every time he returned to the dormitory. The so-called equipment operation classes and theory classes became a kind of rest.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month of training had passed. Under such high-intensity training, more than half of the people were quickly eliminated. Although other classes also had eliminations, Class E’s elimination rate remained the highest.

This result was not because Yu Jingtang had too high expectations of the trainees. In fact, when the new soldiers arrived here, within about three days, he had a basic judgment of each person’s strengths, weaknesses, psychological quality, comprehensive conditions, etc.

If he encountered someone with strengths, or someone who had the potential to pass the selection and was suitable to be a special soldier, he would pay more attention and cultivate them.

For those who were completely unsuitable, or had a weakness in some aspect, it was better to eliminate them early and let them go home.

As the saying went, only through repeated tempering could one become steel.

Now was not a peaceful era. If someone lacked ability, putting them in a zombie land was seeking death.

One day, the weather was not very good, it was a dusty day. At four in the afternoon, the scheduled class was outdoor shooting training.

Yu Jingtang had no intention of changing the time. When the time came, he let the students carry their equipment and run to the back mountain shooting range to start shooting training.

When the students lined up, Yu Jingtang said, “Ten shots per person. If you don’t hit the bullseye once, deduct two points.” Then he sat on a stool on the side, watching the students shoot.

The number of people was now small, and a round ended quickly. The teaching assistant was busy recording the scores, and only three people hit the bullseye out of ten shots.

Yu Jingtang looked at the students coldly and said, “You really disappoint me.”

In general special forces training, psychological destruction was an important part.

Psychological destruction was to psychologically attack the students, including simulated interrogations, insults, and beatings, etc.

Only with a firm will and perseverance could one pass this level and become an excellent special soldier.

Yu Jingtang did not insult the students, he just despised, despised the weak, and regarded them as weak ants. For these proud soldiers, this kind of contempt seemed to be more painful.

He Ye was one of those who did not hit the bullseye, and said, “Reporting to the instructor, the wind is so strong today, this visibility. How can it be possible to hit the bullseye?!”

“Deduct two points.” Yu Jingtang deducted the points first, and then answered him, “The enemy and zombies will not choose to attack when the weather is fine.”

“Report, please demonstrate, instructor.” Someone in the crowd said, without looking at people, just listening to the voice, Yu Jingtang knew that this was said by Zou Lang. He desperately suppressed his impulse to deduct Zou Lang’s points.

After hearing Zou Lang’s words, several other students began to respond and started to report. As the saying went, the law does not hold the public accountable, and this round of deductions was exempted.

Zou Lang put Yu Jingtang in a difficult position, and he, the instigator, shut up instead, hiding in the back of the queue, a bit schadenfreude. He was one of the three who hit the bullseye. At this time, his face was full of expressions that he liked to watch the excitement. He had seen Yu Jingtang shooting, and once saw him shoot through several zombies with one shot, he knew his marksmanship was good early on. But even if the zombies were slow, they were moving, which was not the same as this fixed target. He also wanted to see how many rings Yu Jingtang could shoot in such an environment.

Yu Jingtang knew that doing a demonstration was the best way to quell these disputes. He reached out and took He Ye’s gun, “On the battlefield, it’s not the time to talk about conditions. If your enemy shoots more accurately than you and reacts more sensitively, you will die.”

As he spoke, he loaded a clip of bullets, then took a half step forward with one foot, the butt of the gun against his shoulder, the muzzle raised, and then slowly lowered, until it became a line with the bullseye, then he breathed quietly, made a slight adjustment, and pulled the trigger.

Yu Jingtang’s fingers moved slightly, and his body’s posture effectively relieved the recoil. The bullet was fired between breaths.

He didn’t prepare to shoot one by one, but to shoot continuously.

Compared to hitting the target with one shot, continuous shooting requires higher stability.

Yu Jingtang’s whole set of actions was like flowing clouds and flowing water, as if the gun should be held in the hands of people like him. Watching him shoot was a pleasure.

Just as the students were still dumbfounded, Yu Jingtang completed the shooting of ten shots and waited for the target paper to be passed over. He put down the gun and said to the students, “Each type of firearm has the best operating method for each type of firearm, each gun has different suitable angles, and every excellent soldier is fed by bullets. You haven’t practiced enough. When shooting, you also need to bring your brains.”

Then Yu Jing Tang stretched out a hand, feeling the wind speed more accurately, and said to the students, “The current wind speed is southeast wind, level 4. You need to let your hands feel the wind speed, let your body remember the movements, your eyes stare at the bullseye, and then shoot. If the conditions on the battlefield are very bad, at least you can rely on your intuition.”

The teaching assistant ran over, took the target paper and showed it to the students. The target paper only had a circular hole at the position of the central ten rings, because all the bullets passed through this middle bullet hole. It was almost a complete round hole, with a small notch on one side.

Yu Jingtang moved his fingers a bit, seeming not quite satisfied with this result, and said apologetically, “I haven’t practiced for a few days, and I’m a bit rusty.”

The students had long been shocked by his shooting results, and there was silence.

Despite this, they were still amazed at Yu Jingtang’s marksmanship.

After instructing the students, Yu Jingtang sat back on a chair on the side, propped up his legs, and his expression on his face was as simple as pouring a glass of water casually.

“This week, each person in the outdoor shooting range has 1,000 bullets. If the total score is less than 8,000 rings, pack up and go home directly.” He looked at the schedule on the table next to him and said, “By the way, this is because your grades are not good enough. Extra training, it can’t take up class time.”

If it’s 1,000 bullets, it means that on average, each shot couldn’t be less than 8 rings to achieve this result. If it couldn’t take up class time, it can only be in the morning, after meals, and at night.

This requirement was very high.

But the students had just been shocked by him and dared not complain.

It wasn’t until the students returned to the dormitory that they began to complain.

He Ye said angrily, “Look at the Little Dragon Girl’s smug look!”

Wei Lin took over the conversation, “If you want to show the instructor a show of authority somewhere else, I have no objection, but unfortunately you chose the wrong direction.” As he spoke, he opened a textbook for theoretical study and hurriedly started to flip through it.

“Ah, make it clear.” He Ye couldn’t stand it when people only say half of what they mean.

Wei Lin was disturbed by him, frowned slightly, closed the book with a pop, and looked at He Ye with an idiotic look, “Didn’t you do your homework before you came to train?”

“I did, I asked about the special forces training courses.” He Ye replied confidently.

Wei Lin disdained this rough preparation, and pointed at him, “The instructor’s file information should also be included in the preparation homework.”

He Ye snorted, “Who doesn’t have some excellent points, if you have the ability, compare fighting with me.”

Wei Lin finally couldn’t stand it, “Do you know who was the shooting champion of the global special forces the year before last?”

“Who?” He Ye asked a question before reacting, and opened his mouth in surprise, “It can’t be…him.”

And he noticed that Wei Lin didn’t say the whole army, the whole country, but the world. He was a bit dumbfounded for a moment.

Wei Lin nodded, “And he broke the previous record.”

This kind of military competition was different from sports competitions. To protect the identity of the special forces, most of the registrations would not use their real names. Winning a prize would not be announced to the world. But if someone wanted to check, they could still find some information.

Seeing He Ye stiff there, Wei Lin added another sentence, “He didn’t participate last year. If he did, it’s estimated it would still be him.”

This year…this year the zombie outbreak happened, so there was no competition.

“Tsk tsk tsk, I didn’t see it, this little instructor has some skills.” He Ye finally admitted that he lost.

Wei Lin sighed, picked up the book again, “After all, he is the youngest lieutenant colonel in K Division.”

He Ye was about to go back to his bed, turned his head and saw Zou Lang listening to their conversation with a smile on his face, “Hey, Zou Lang, what are you smiling foolishly at!”

Zou Lang just listened to these two people talking, and experienced a wonderful feeling of being praised by others for his beautiful wife. At this time, when asked by He Ye, he laughed and said, “Laugh at your self-inflicted humiliation.”

When He Ye heard this, he got excited, took off his upper body clothes and said, “Come on, if you have the ability, fight with me.”

Zou Lang laughed and waved his hand, not bothering to argue with him, “No fighting, fighting will deduct points, I only have two points left, if I fight, I will pack up and go home.”

“Hey, does this instructor have an opinion on you? I see that he doesn’t deduct points from others so harshly.” He Ye was also a troublemaker, but he still had more than thirty points left.

Wei Lin simply couldn’t stand this idiot talking, put down the book again and said, “The instructor can’t possibly have an opinion on him.” After finishing speaking, he sighed, looked at He Ye with pity, and added a sentence himself, “You didn’t even check the instructor, you definitely can’t check the students of the same period.”

Zou Lang glanced at Wei Lin, feeling that this “military adviser” was unfathomable, not knowing whether he knew about his military second-generation identity, or knew that he knew Yu Jingtang.

He Ye looked at Wei Lin’s words and wanted to say something, but came over and asked, “What do you mean by this? Hey, tell me secretly.”

Wei Lin was resolute this time and no longer answered him, turned over and said, “It’s almost time to turn off the lights, I’m going to sleep.”

Hearing this, Zou Lang looked at the time, but secretly got up and started putting on his shoes.

He Ye asked him, “Hey, it’s almost time to turn off the lights, where are you going?”

“Secret! I’m going out for a while, I’ll be back later, I’ll tell you when I’ve finished my business.” Zou Lang answered him.

“You kid has a lot of guts, aren’t you afraid of being caught and deducted points at this time?” He Ye couldn’t understand Zou Lang’s behavior.

“Then it depends on my luck.” Zou Lang laughed and opened the door of the dormitory and went out.

He Ye saw that the two people only left him a word, so he could only open the quilt and sleep, and this night he slept with a restless heart.