The bed was very comfortable and had a delicate fragrance. What satisfied Zhao Ziyang the most was that there were absolutely no sperm spots. He was afraid of that thing and would not sleep on that thing even if he was allowed to sleep on the street.

There is a photo on the table. The photo is of a very clear and beautiful girl. Judging from the girl's appearance, it can be concluded that she is a mixed race. Maybe this is the goddess in Hanks' mouth, but Zhao Ziyang doesn't think so.

He believes that only those with blue eyes can be called goddesses.

It was a very comfortable sleep, with no snoring, no foot odor, and no one to disturb me. I slept until about ten o'clock the next morning, which completely relieved me from the fatigue of this period.

After taking a good bath in the bathroom inside the house, Zhao Ziyang put on his camouflage uniform and walked out, stretching in the warm sunshine.

It's training time now. Except for a few sentries, there are almost no people in the Warrior Mercenary Group's residence. Hanks also took the new recruits for training.

Zhao Ziyang, who had nothing to do, walked out of the station and started wandering around. When he walked out, he clearly heard two sentries talking about him in low voices. Indeed, a recruit almost killed Vicky as soon as he walked into the Warriors, and he was actually in the goddess's room.

Sleeping inside, after doing this, I can think of the tyrannical strength of this recruit, and strength determines everything here.

The huge station is filled with shouts of death and gunshots. This is the chaotic North Caucasus. Such a mercenary station is not subject to any legal restrictions and is very popular. If you don’t have money, you can come in and find workers.

The boss can directly contact a certain mercenary group to work for them without going through the broker process, which is very convenient.

After walking around, Zhao Ziyang did not find the training ground of the Warrior Mercenary Group, but he discovered one thing, that is, this mercenary station did not belong to any mercenary group inside, but had a specialized organization for unified management.

This is a bit like the French Foreign Legion. It can accommodate many mercenary groups, but in terms of management, you must abide by the French Foreign Legion management regulations. Violations are absolutely not allowed. The individual will be punished at the least, and the mercenary group will be dragged into the black market at the worst.

List.

The mercenary station in front of us probably has such a situation, but this station is not controlled by the Cossack mercenary group.

There are only two powerful forces in the North Caucasus. One is the Cossack mercenary organization, and the other is the Chechen armed forces. Is this the sphere of influence of the Chechen armed forces?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ziyang couldn't help but froze for a moment. Did he get involved in a terrorist organization? After looking at the sentries, they all seemed to be Russians, which made Zhao Ziyang immediately conclude his speculation: Damn, it's really

Entering the base of a terrorist organization!

The Chechen armed forces are a terrorist organization targeting Russia, just like Al Qaeda targeting the United States and the East Turkestan Organization targeting China. They are international terrorist organizations identified through the drafting of proposals by the United Nations and fall within the scope of key strikes by international anti-terrorism forces.

However, this kind of international terrorist organization has always been impossible to defeat. The reason is that they represent not an organization, but a nation. You can never kill a nation. The first genocide in history is the genocide of the Jews by Nazi Germany during World War II.

Second, after the British entered the American continent, they carried out genocide against the local Indians.

The result? None of them were exterminated, they were still alive and well.

Therefore, countries have reached a consensus on the attitude towards these terrorists: control.

Controlling terrorist organizations within the scope that they can suppress, and conducting large-scale anti-terrorism activities from time to time so that they cannot relax, is simply a fatigue war to minimize the harm of terrorist organizations.

However, Zhao Ziyang has no objection to the terrorist organizations themselves. The methods of these terrorists are very extreme, but they are fighting for survival and seeking what they deserve. Their methods are very scary in peacetime.

, but you have to know that as society advances in the process of civilization, its methods are more terrifying, even worse than those of terrorists.

This is a nation that is just fighting for freedom. If you look at it from another perspective, you will even admire them because they will never surrender.

After walking around in a long circle, Zhao Ziyang finally found the Warriors' training ground, where Hanks was organizing the most basic tactical training.

"Damn, lower your butts for me. Remember, your body must not be higher than thirty centimeters, otherwise a bullet will shoot directly into your forehead and fly out with your brains.

Maybe you will never see that fatal bullet again, but I can tell you that that bullet is laughing, even though it has deformed, it is still laughing!"

Hanks always likes to use the richest adjectives when speaking, which is good, at least Zhao Ziyang likes it very much.

The recruits who came with Zhao Ziyang were crawling awkwardly on the ground. If their bodies were slightly higher, they would be kissed by Hanks' big feet.

"Idiot, I don't have time to look up during tactical movement, otherwise you will die! Tell me, do you know what death means?" Hanks stepped on a recruit's waist and asked loudly.

"Tell the instructor, the meaning of death is that it is no longer possible to lie on a woman's belly. Over!"

"Very good, then in order for you to continue crawling on a woman's belly, lower your head and crawl down!"

Zhao Ziyang smiled after hearing this answer. This guy is Sare. Although he despises Sare and Victor for having a pig-like woman, these two guys are not bad. Men have to

They need to be released, especially after knowing that they will become mercenaries who live and die. Besides, they have no money. If they had money, everyone would go to the most luxurious hotels and call the most beautiful call girls.

Hanks, who was organizing the training, saw Zhao Ziyang, handed over the work to his deputy, and strode towards him.

"Hey, hell, how was your rest last night?" Hanks asked Zhao Ziyang with a smile on his face.

"Very good." Zhao Ziyang nodded and said seriously: "It smells good!"

"Hahaha..." Hanks patted Zhao Ziyang on the shoulder and said affectionately: "You are so sleepy that I am in trouble. I made my own decision, hahaha..."

"It doesn't matter, I know you can find a way."

"Damn, I'm thinking of a solution!" Hanks looked helpless.

Today, the two of them are like old friends who have not seen each other for many years. This makes Zhao Ziyang couldn't help but lament how worldly this thing of strength is.

"Instructor Hanks."

"No, you can't call me instructor. Maybe I should call you instructor."

Zhao Ziyang changed his mind. He did not want to call Hanks an instructor. This was a kind of resistance from the bottom of his heart, because he was better than Hanks.

"Okay, Hanks." Zhao Ziyang said to Hanks with a smile on his face: "I want to change my equipment."

"Sure, what do you need?" Hanks asked.

"German HK P11 underwater pistol, Chinese Type 92 pistol, German HK MP5 submachine gun, Type 95 assault rifle, American M84 grenade, American ATN night vision device, which must be a Black Sea high-quality sand lens, OTIS-10 infrared thermal imager,

There are also two sets of MultiCam camouflage, two sets of ACU universal camouflage, two pairs each of matching land combat boots, jungle boots, and desert boots, IOTV body armor, M88 bulletproof helmet, RRV reconnaissance tactical vest. Well, that's probably all, and others

I’ll talk about it later when I remember it. Oh, by the way, I also need a Chinese multifunctional folding engineer shovel and a three-edged thorn."

After listening to Zhao Ziyang say what he needed, Hanks' eyes widened.

"Oh my god, I don't even have these things..."

"Hey, man." Zhao Ziyang smiled and patted Hanks on the shoulder and said, "This is just the most basic personal equipment. With these, I can exert stronger capabilities. Don't you believe me?"

Hanks believed it, but where could he find so much American equipment at that moment? Russian equipment was popular here. But he did not refuse. These things Zhao Ziyang asked for made him feel confident. The hell in front of him was absolutely

He is not a simple character. Most mercenaries do not have all the equipment at all, but in the eyes of hell, it is the most basic individual equipment.

"OK, these things need to be purchased on the black market. I can't guarantee that you will buy them all at once, but I can guarantee that you will have them when you need them."

"Okay." Zhao Ziyang nodded, pointed at the recruits and asked, "Are you teaching them tactics?"

"That's right." Hanks nodded.

"Actually, I think your method can be more harsh. After all, it affects their chances of survival on the battlefield in the future."

"How harsher do you need to be?" Hans asked.

"Use a machine gun and shoot at a height of thirty centimeters with the warhead grazing the ground. I guarantee these guys will crawl forward quickly without you shouting at the top of your lungs."

"Is that okay?" Hanks asked.

As soon as he asked this question, Zhao Ziyang immediately understood that Hanks was only from the regular army, and he was lucky enough to survive being part of such a third-rate mercenary group.

"Get me a machine gun."

"OK!"

After a short while, a Russian squad PKS delta heavy machine gun was delivered to Zhao Ziyang, along with two drums filled with live ammunition.

Zhao Ziyang, holding a heavy machine gun, strode towards the tactical training field and stood where Hanks stood in the eyes of the new recruits with envy.

"Guys." Zhao Ziyang said loudly in front of dozens of pairs of eyes: "You and I are new recruits who came together. Maybe you don't know why I can stand here, but you will know after I train you.

Why. Now I am going to use this machine gun to shoot at you. Don’t worry, my shooting is very accurate and will be controlled at a distance of 30 centimeters from the ground. If your body or head is higher than 30 centimeters, then I’m sorry.

You will be injured or killed by ruthless bullets, do you understand?"

These words directly frightened dozens of recruits. They did not expect that this would happen.

"Does anyone want to quit? You must know that bullets don't have eyes. Maybe you will die in the next moment. As long as you die, then you will be completely finished and will never be able to enjoy the sweet lips of a woman.

After saying this, Zhao Ziyang held the heavy machine gun and pulled the trigger towards a rock in the distance.

"Da da da..."

The gunfire rang out, and the warhead hit the stone mercilessly, shattering the stone instantly. He wanted to tell the recruits that what he was holding was a real thing, and it was definitely a live ammunition.

Under such fear, a dozen people immediately announced their withdrawal. They were afraid that they would be killed before they even stepped onto the battlefield.

"Damn it, you coward, get out of here!" Hanks yelled at the dozen or so guys who were exiting.

He must be angry. From the perspective of an instructor, he feels that he has led a group of wimps; from the perspective of a mercenary, he looks down on these guys even more. Such people will beg, steal, and rob. It is impossible for such people to go to the battlefield.

They are of no use at all. They are afraid of death and are completely unqualified to be mercenaries.

"Okay, let's start training." Zhao Ziyang smiled slightly, lying on the ground and setting up the crane gun.

Following Hanks' command, a group of recruits fearfully moved forward and performed crawling tactical movements. At the same time, the machine gun in Zhao Ziyang's hand spurted out tongues of fire.

"Da da da..."

The scene of flying warheads appeared. The recruits could clearly feel that the god of death was above their heads. If they raised their bodies a little higher, they would die. They were frightened by the flying warheads and stopped moving.

But not everyone was still. Three of them were doing tactical movements with their teeth clenched and the warheads on their heads.

These three are Munch, Sarai, and Victor, the guy who slept with Zhao Ziyang in a room full of sperm spots.

When the gunfire stopped, the three men also completed the short twenty-meter tactical movement and got up from the ground very proudly. As for the other recruits, they also got up tremblingly and looked at the three people who were intact.

"Do you know?" Zhao Ziyang stood up and said to the recruits: "The reason why I used this method to train you is just because I stayed with you for seven days, from Estonia to the North Caucasus. You don't have my strength.

But you can work hard. When you get to the battlefield, those warheads will not be controlled at 30 centimeters. If you want to become warriors and enjoy women's bellies after making money, you have to find ways to survive. Fifteen days of training,

Instructor Hanks will teach you the life-saving rules on the battlefield. Whoever learns well will have a greater chance of survival. Only when you are alive can you enjoy everything."

After saying these words, Zhao Ziyang walked down from the high ground and smiled at the three men. However, he did not speak to the three guys. Maybe the next time he would speak would be after they were able to walk away from the battlefield alive.

"I told you that hell is not simple, but you still don't believe it!" Sarai whispered to Victor.

"Nonsense, I have long seen that Hell is not an ordinary person." Victor retorted.

"Shut up!" Monk growled at the two of them: "Hell is teaching us how to survive. If you still want to be friends with him, then let yourself survive on the battlefield. Mercenaries have no mercy.

There is only life or death!"

"He's right." Sarai agreed.

"Hey, drunkard, you also impressed me, haha..."
Chapter completed!