843: Chapter 834 Run 843: Chapter 834 Run They had been training for four days.
During these four days, the time Gao Yang and their team spent on basic training and drills was basically half and half.
In terms of basic subjects like shooting, physical fitness, and tactical movements, most people in the Satan Mercenary Corps, such as Glolov, Li Jinfang, and Eileen, who had military experience, already had their movements and habits set.
Further practice was somewhat pointless for them.
However, for those like Lucica, Jansen, and Tommy who hadn’t received systematic training, basic training was still very necessary.
The main reason for making everyone train together was actually to cultivate understanding among the team.
This was so that the members of the Satan Mercenary Corps could become deeply familiar with each other’s tactical movements.
Glolov and Jinfang would certainly use the movements they were accustomed to in combat.
As long as they at least knew what the others would do, and the others knew what they would do, that was enough.
Beyond basic subject training, there were drills.
And the drills that lasted for at least six hours every day had to be repeated many times, taking them in very bizarre directions.
On Satan’s side, Gao Yang was practically surrounded and protected by the team.
No matter who it was, even if they had to use themselves as shields, they couldn’t let Gao get shot.
Meanwhile, the team playing Satan’s enemies acted like they were on steroids, desperately trying to take down Gao first and foremost.
This wasn’t just a scene from one exercise but a situation that inevitably occurred in every drill.
Although only a few days had passed, the two sides in the drills had already developed an understanding.
If more than three instructors ‘died,’ no one would bother ‘beating’ Gao’s corpse.
But if there were more than three casualties on the instructors’ side, Gao would inevitably be hit with quite a few paintballs.
Over the past few days, his body was always covered in bruises with barely a moment’s respite.
The Satan Mercenary Corps, of course, hoped to annihilate all the instructors so that Gao wouldn’t have to endure getting pelted with paintballs any longer.
Unfortunately, the Satan Mercenary Corps had a record of zero victories to date.
In terms of individual strength, many people in the Satan Mercenary Corps could stand out and show off, but as a team, they were still lacking.
Although they hadn’t tasted victory yet, the progress of the Satan Mercenary Corps was extremely obvious in just four short days.
The Satan Mercenary Corps had strength but lacked refinement.
Now, even though every drill ended in complete annihilation, the casualties they inflicted on the instructors’ team were increasing, and Gao was getting sprayed with a paintball gun less and less often.
They hadn’t entered the most difficult phase of the training yet, so the days for Gao and his team were still relatively manageable, with at least some rest assured.
Despite having two women among them, it was only on the first day that it made Gao and his team feel a bit inconvenienced.
But starting from the second day of training, everyone was too exhausted to even remember their own names, let alone be aware of the presence of two women in the room.
On the fifth day, before dawn, Gao and his team hastily climbed out of bed.
By the time they assembled outside the building, the instructors responsible for their training also arrived right on time, not even a ten-second difference.
There were two officers present.
The main instructor in charge of all training for Satan was a major named Nate, who had been kicked down by Gao.
After being floored by Gao’s kick, Major Nate took two full days to officially start his duties.
The other officer was Lieutenant M, responsible for devising the Satan Mercenary Corps’ drill plan.
The reason why a major could use a name while Lieutenant M had to use a code name was that Lieutenant M was one of Wolfgang’s men, and according to the rules, he had to use a code name.
In fact, Lieutenant M wasn’t the only person responsible for devising the drill content.
He was just the head of it.
The specific drill plans were formulated by a group of staff-like personnel.
After standing in front of Gao and his team, Lieutenant M began to distribute the content of the training they would undergo that day.
This task was originally done by Nate, but since Nate was a major and M was a lieutenant, it naturally fell to him to take over.
“Today, we will conduct an extreme exercise.
You all know the risks, so I won’t repeat them.
You must follow the schedule for today’s training.
Given your various physical conditions, the preparation time for physical exertion will vary.
However, the exercise is set to start at two o’clock in the afternoon, so you must deplete your strength within the allotted time.”
After speaking, Lieutenant M looked at Gao and said, “The data shows you have very good endurance.”
Gao responded loudly, “Yes, instructor, my endurance is very good!”
“How good?
Your data doesn’t provide specific figures.”
“I don’t know, instructor, I haven’t reached my true limit yet, at least not in training, so I don’t know.”
A person’s strength can’t be exhausted all at once, especially since reaching one’s true limit isn’t that easy.
If the exercise is not conducted at the same time everyone reaches their limits, then it’s meaningless.
After thinking for a moment, Lieutenant M said sternly, “Then, you start exhausting your physical strength now.
Remember the start time of the exercise, don’t run out of energy too early.
Go run laps in full gear, with no time limit and no specified number of laps.
Go.”
“Yes, instructor!”
Gao Yang ran back and, after shouldering his rifle, ammunition, grenades, and basically everything he would need in combat, he ran alone to the training ground.
Gao Yang’s load reached 25 kilograms, which wasn’t too burdensome for him, but running with it was a bit cumbersome.
Although the gear wasn’t jangling around, the large pack and the array of long and short guns definitely prevented him from picking up speed.
If he couldn’t run fast, he would run slowly; soldiers had already started their runs on the field.
The training load for soldiers at this base was incredibly high, and Gao Yang jogged leisurely past small squads resembling his own in size.
By now, nobody was surprised by the presence of Gao Yang and his group anymore.
The soldiers running in light gear didn’t spare Gao Yang an extra glance as they quickly passed by him.
Gao Yang had been running since five in the morning, all the way until sunrise.
By then, there weren’t many soldiers left running, and the other members of the Satan Mercenary Corps hadn’t started their stamina-depleting exercises yet, so Gao Yang was the only one slowly jogging across the huge training ground.
After breakfast time, some new soldiers arrived at the field for formation and training.
Their chants were thunderously loud.
Other teams with training tasks ran laps on the track, and there were officers who, without specific tasks, just came to the field to run casually; quite a few of these officers came to run by their own initiative.
Gao Yang ran for another hour or so, and the track was almost empty again.
On the empty space beside the track, a group that had been running for a long time was resting.
When the leisurely jogging Gao Yang passed them, a soldier couldn’t help but say, “This guy has been running since the morning, how come he hasn’t stopped yet?”
“He’s the Kick Ram!”
“Oh, oh, looks like he’s being punished, right?
I’ve heard the old-timers say they want to skin that guy alive, and those bastards from the Kicking Squad…
Hey, I heard we’re going to get a hard time from the Kicking Squad, too?”
“That’s right, no one can escape.
Just thinking about it terrifies me.
Why must only we go through such inhumane trials?”
“I hope he runs himself to death, damn Kick Ram!
Damn Kicking Squad, run him to death!”
“Wanna bet?
I bet another ten laps, and Kick Ram is definitely going to faint!”
“Judging by his appearance, I bet he can run another twenty laps!”
“What’s the joke?
At most twelve laps, he can’t do more.”
Amidst the soldiers’ discussion, Gao Yang slowly jogged past them again.
Gao Yang wasn’t in a rush; he figured that starting to run at five and by two in the afternoon, he should be exhausted to the point of immobility, after all, fully armed running for nine hours wasn’t something just anyone could handle.
Although he was confident in his endurance, he also didn’t believe he could last to that extent.
By nine o’clock, Gao Yang finally felt tired, but just a bit tired, which made him consider whether he should pick up the pace.
Once he began running, Gao Yang naturally fell into the pace he would use when hunting on the steppes, a steady jog without rush.
Despite the slower pace, pushing his stamina to the limit wasn’t something that can be quickly achieved.
A sprint would certainly tire him fast, but after resting for a bit, even if he felt somewhat recovered, he wouldn’t feel too tired for a while.
However, maintaining a steady pace until he could barely move a finger, needing several days to recover, that was really reaching the limit.
Still jogging slowly, more people appeared on the field.
Finally, after ten o’clock, he saw Li Jinfang and Andy He arrive on the field under the supervision of an instructor.
“Hey, Boss, how’s it going?
Can you keep going?”
Andy He greeted him enthusiastically while Li Jinfang just nodded slightly.
Gasping for breath, Gao Yang said, “Still okay, pretty tired, but I can keep it up.
Let’s keep running.”
Andy He and Li Jinfang started running in front of Gao Yang.
They each had their comfortable pace, so they didn’t run alongside him.
It wasn’t long before Eileen arrived as well, followed by Cui Bo, then Rafael and the others.
According to their physical fitness and endurance, members of the Satan Mercenary Corps gradually joined the stamina-draining queue.
Eventually, at half past eleven, even Tommy, who had the least stamina, joined in.
Gao Yang was quite eager to see what level of shooting proficiency he could maintain under extreme conditions, whether he could stay impeccably accurate or would completely miss the mark without a single hit.
It was hard to say before the results came in because he had never shot a gun at his limit before.
(To be continued.
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