special mercenary

Song Feng didn't go to the hospital. The genius doctor under his elder brother was strong enough to overwhelm the aces of the same professional field in Beijing's major hospitals, so he was taken back to the Song family's mansion and lay on his big bed that he hadn't slept in for a long time. , holding his beloved dog whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and shivering with it, living pitifully under Song Zhe's torment.

Xiao Mingxuan talked face-to-face with the army commander for nearly two hours, and finally his father let out a sigh of relief, and finally compromised: "You caught up, it will be three days later, their captain and I have some friendship, let's go in alone No problem."

He got up and stood at attention, gave a military salute, turned and went out.He made simple preparations, and three days later, he took a helicopter with a few people and landed in a deep mountain. The two bars and two stars on his shoulders instantly stunned a group of people.Here are all the elites selected from various units. No one knows the real purpose of the training. Xiao Mingxuan is the one who knows it best. For ordinary soldiers, the special forces have always been a mysterious and powerful existence. It is rumored that they can do anything. , whose training content is enough to be called a non-human being, and now he will face all of this.

He stood at the gate of the training camp and looked up. There were mountains and green stretches in the distance. He didn't even know which direction Beijing was in. He took a breath, turned around and walked in firmly.They were led into a temporary barracks, and each was given a bed and a number plate. From then on, they would have no name, no rank, and only a code number. He glanced down, and it was number 29.

Song Feng lay on the bed and petted his dog: "My dear, you think my elder brother will let me go easily."

"Wang!"

Song Feng burst into tears: "You also think he will kill me, don't you..."

"Wang!"

The door clicked open, Song Zhe came in with a smile, and the heart immediately jumped out of the bed and retreated into the corner, holding his head with two fat paws, trying to pretend that he didn't exist.Song Zhe took a look, and said gently: "As expected of a dog raised since childhood, its personality really resembles yours."

"..." Song Feng stuck his head out of the bed silently.

At four o'clock in the morning, a sharp emergency assembly sounded in the air. Xiao Mingxuan immediately opened his eyes, hurriedly got up and dressed, carried the 1kg backpack that was sent out during the day, and quickly went out to stand. The instructor glanced at the time: "The speed of assembly in a week." If it takes more than [-] minute, pack up your things and get out," he stepped on the cross-country without looking at the expressions of the crowd, and ordered simply: "Follow."

The driver turned on the ignition and sped away. A group of people were silent for half a second, and they started running in unison. Xiao Mingxuan raised his head, and the mountain road was winding up, at least fifteen kilometers. He adjusted his breathing, Control your own rhythm and rush into the team.Although he has been a drug lord for two years, he insisted on the habit of running in the morning, which seems to be the right choice now, but even so, with a weight of [-] kilograms, he almost exploded his lungs at the end of the run. I feel like I can spit out my entire stomach with just one mouthful.

When he ran to the top of the mountain, his whole body was soaked in sweat. In the distance, a new sun was breaking through the clouds, with a thousand miles of red light. He was panting heavily, and his eyes reflected a bright color.

Song Feng was ravaged for a month, and the doctor's medical skills were quite good. The injury on his left shoulder was almost healed, and the gunshot wound on his chest was gradually healed. Although he was still wrapped in bandages, he didn't think this was a reason to stop him from going out to have sex. , but his eldest brother obviously doesn't think so.

"Brother," he blinked his wet eyes and looked at him dryly, "why don't you do business anymore?"

Song Zhe was making tea, his eyes became more moist in the misty white mist: "I said I'm very idle recently."

Song Feng squatted on the ground holding the coffee table with both hands: "How can you make money if you don't do business? How can you support your family if you don't make money? You are the boss of the family."

Song Zhe took a sip of tea, and said gently: "The money I'm earning now is enough to support you for several lifetimes, so you don't have to worry about that."

"Then...then..." Song Feng stretched out his paws, trying to find a more convincing reason.

Song Zhe looked at him, and smiled softly: "Actually, I have always felt that it is not a good sign to be in heat at any time. Why don't I take you to the pet hospital to cut it someday."

Song Feng floated two meters away in horror, raised his head to meet someone's warm eyes, and immediately crawled back to the house with hands and feet.

Xiao Mingxuan felt that the rumors were true, the first days were like hell.

Physical fitness is the basis for becoming a special soldier. In addition to the weight-bearing run in the morning, they also need to lift 15 kg dumbbells 150 times, pull the machine 100 times, and arm strength rods 100 times. There is a 30-meter-long suspended barbed wire fence in the training camp. They have to crawl back and forth 300 times a day , the elbows and knees were worn out by the rough ground, and the blood seeped into the camouflage uniform, leaving a heavy dark color. The instructor stood by and watched the exercise in just one morning, and scored a fair score in his heart.

Just after noon, they stood neatly on the playground to be exposed to the sun, holding a Type [-] assault rifle in their hands, and a brick hanging from the muzzle of the gun. They had to stand like statues for two hours, sweating Wet the hair on the forehead, flowed down the cheeks to the chin, hit the stiff wrist drop by drop, and then flowed to the ground to evaporate.

The training seems to be endless. They have to cross 4 meters of roadblocks in 800 minutes, do 1 push-ups in 100 minute, practice inverted kung fu and Sanda, row after row, jump 1.5 meters high backwards, and then use their backs. Hit the concrete floor with a bang, rest for half an hour after dinner and continue to run with weight. In addition, there will be an armed swim every few days, swimming five kilometers in one breath.

At the beginning, there were curses all over the sky, but with the repetition of mechanical training, everyone became numb. Everyone was a leader in the previous army, and no one wanted to embarrass the original army. Although they complained, they still held A heart that refuses to admit defeat compares with progress, some of them leave halfway, and some of them persist.

They thought they could see victory by persevering, but after half a month, the instructor stood in front of the team and made a simple evaluation, then brushed off some unqualified people, then looked at the rest, nodded and said: "The captain said you have too many people. , Let me find a way to throw half of it, now I can hand in the job, so comrades, the training has officially started from today."

At that moment, everyone

silent.

All kinds of perverted training followed. Xiao Mingxuan was unlucky during the two-day and one-night wilderness survival. He fell into a ravine five or six meters deep, and fell into a brief coma. A 20-centimeter gash was cut on her thigh, and blood flowed out.He didn't know how long it had been since he woke up. He felt that this time he might not be able to catch up with the expected time and be eliminated. He had a short silence, and then he gritted his teeth and climbed up to continue walking. Several times on the way, he felt that he had reached the limit, and he would even fall down at any time. But he thought that if he fell like this, everything before would be in vain.

He finally reached the assembly point with all his might, then sat on the ground, gasping for breath, the chief instructor this time was the captain in the last mission, he glanced at the time: "You're almost out of the game. "

Xiao Mingxuan smiled lowly: "It's okay."

The man was silent for a moment, and finally asked the doubts in his heart: "Why did you come?" He knew a little about this person's background, and he was still a lieutenant colonel, why did he come to suffer this kind of suffering?

Xiao Mingxuan was asked to treat the wound, he stood up, slowly walked forward over him, and said in a low voice: "In order to prevent a person from falling down in front of me again."

The chief instructor was startled, staring at his limping back, silent for a long time.

Song Feng held back for another half a month, and went downstairs with his heart in his arms. Song Zhe sat on the sofa and read the newspaper without raising his head: "Where are you going?"

"Walk... walk the dog..."

"Oh?" Song Zhe looked over and smiled very softly, and his heart immediately ran upstairs, disappearing in an instant.

Song Feng: "..."

"It doesn't seem to want to go out."

Song Feng's small shoulders twitched and went back upstairs. A few minutes later, only a scream of "ah" came from the small courtyard. Song Zhe put away the newspaper and went out, standing in front of a two-meter-deep pit in the courtyard, his face covered Smile.Song Feng clutched his chest and roared in grief and anger: "Why is there a hole under my window, and why is it covered with a layer of grass?! It's so wicked!"

"do you have any opinion?"

"No……"

Song Zhe's expression can be called gentle: "Does it hurt?"

Song Feng choked up: "...it hurts."

Song Zhe nodded: "This means that you are still not well," he ordered his subordinates, "Take him upstairs and take care of him."

"Yes."

Song Feng was carried out and dragged back to the house, and he suddenly became angry: "I have physical needs, okay, do you think everyone is as clean freak as you are?!"

Song Zhe's smile remained unchanged, and he said regretfully, "I originally decided to lock you up for another half a month before letting you go."

Song Feng digested silently for a second, and rushed over. His eldest brother has a cleanliness habit, he can't hug his thigh, he can only cry: "Brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please forgive me, don't shut it down again." ah……"

Xiao Mingxuan successfully passed the selection training and began to receive more rigorous training. He was required to accurately hit a human target 50 meters away in a car at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour, and accurately throw a grenade into the window of a car from 30 meters away. In the dark night, I parachuted into the water by helicopter and swam to the shore with heavy armor on my back.

He was later locked in a windowless steel room with a common toilet in prisons. There was not even a bed, and all his eating, drinking, and messing up were done here. At first he sat calmly, then he was a little irritable, knocking and making some noises, then he became silent again, the time began to be blurred, he didn't even know whether it was breakfast or lunch, he felt that he was locked up For a long time, but in fact he only slept for a few minutes each time, of course he didn't know about it, in the end he couldn't stand it any longer, so he just sat in the corner with his knees hugged, and he began to think about Song Feng.

Although they have even done the most intimate things, he still doesn't know how he feels about that person. Song Feng is the most special existence to him. Except for the Burmese mission, the person saved him twice. An incomparably powerful posture, while the other fell slumped in front of him.

His life was won by that person, and he thought that it would be impossible for him to kick him out of his memory in his whole life. That person seemed to have already integrated into his life, with every breath.

With blood and flesh.