solarly

Milliam's office building is not too far from the training area of the barracks, of course, this is relative to the entire barracks, if it is simply the distance, the 4 people drove all the way unimpeded, but also took more than 20 minutes to reach the training area.

Just after entering the gate of the training area, Wendell heard a burst of drinking coming from the area, appearing to be mid-air.

From a distance, Wendell could see a wide training room, and the sound of that drink was coming from inside.

"Little Uncle, you special soldiers, you usually train here?!" Wendell asked with a frown, "There aren't any legendary items like fighting with Tibetan mastiffs and ascetic marches?"

The barracks was not small, and as far as the eye could see, it was almost impossible to see the edge. However, apart from this training room, Wendell could only see some basic training facilities, such as soft ladders, iron rope bridges and the like, but as for the rest, nothing could be seen.

Wendell was amazed, when he used to watch TV, the scenes on it were much hotter, what with the hard Auragong, flying across the iron rope, fighting Tibetan mastiffs and so on, which made Wendell, who had some inferiority complex at that time, couldn't help but boil his blood.

But the scene he saw now was very different, which made him very disappointed.

Milliam laughed: "Brat, you think you can really see the real training scenes of the special forces? Don't forget, you kid are just an outsider, the training of the Red Arrows is strictly confidential, how can outsiders see it so easily?"

Wendell asked at once, "Then that means that all those training programs I heard about are real?"

"That's not necessarily true."

Milliam shook his head slightly and laughed, "At least one thing I can tell you is that those special forces training scenes you usually see on TV, especially and those soldiers being interviewed by reporters, are actually all drawn from other troops and used to cover people's ears."

"What do you mean?" An odd look appeared on Wendell's face, "Little Uncle, you're not trying to say that the ones we've seen are all fake, are you?"

"Not all of them! However, any soldiers whose faces you were able to see clearly must have been drawn from the troops below, even if there were real special forces involved in the exercises at the time, you wouldn't have noticed!" Milliam laughed, this kid Wendell had always been as steady as if he was middle-aged, now seeing him reveal this kind of astonished look, Milliam was finally happy for once.

However, Wendell noticed the flaw in his little uncle's words, and he immediately asked, "Little uncle, are you saying that those real special forces are hiding behind the camera?"

Milliam smiled faintly, "When you watch programmes about special forces, have you ever noticed that there are generally two kinds of soldiers on camera?"

Swish!

Wendell's eyes lit up, and it dawned on him, "The people with greasepaint on their faces are the real special forces soldiers?"

Milliam smiled and did not say anything, this was already the most information he could reveal, if he said any more, it would be a leak. Although it was to his own nephew, Milliam was also strictly abiding by the rules in the army.

But Wendell had already understood, no wonder every time he watched a military program, the ones being interviewed were soldiers with nothing smeared on their faces, dare I say, those people were covering up, the real soldiers, the ones running past next to them with thick grease on their faces, they were the real special forces!

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, he had been fooled by that bullSh_t TV programme all these years.

"Senior, no need to be bitter, if you feel suffocated in your heart, strike hard later and teach them a lesson, even if it's out of anger!" Seeing Wendell's appearance, Depom burst out laughing and patted him hard on the shoulder.

Wendell instantly laughed: "It's the TV show that fooled me, not these soldiers!"

As several people were joking, they had arrived at the door of the training room.

The 4 guards standing guard at the door immediately saluted when they saw Milliam.

Milliam returned the salute and led Wendell and the others into it.

As soon as he entered the training room, Wendell felt that the whole hall of the training room was as big as a football field, and the whole training room looked like it was built entirely with solid steel and concrete, as well as steel frames, and the training facilities inside also dazzled Wendell.

At this moment, there were at least three to 4 hundred people training in the hall, but the items they were training for were actual combat drills, in groups of two or three, which looked like a big melee.

Wendell even found that even the instructors who were patrolling back and forth would be attacked from time to time, and even, in some cases, it was three or 4 soldiers who suddenly surrounded an instructor.

Only, however, very few instructors were hit, and the ones who were usually kicked out were the soldiers who had sneaked in.

Wendell was able to see the soldiers' movements clearly, but Depom was a different story, he was completely dazzled, he only felt that there were shadows in front of him, and the sound of fighting was constant, but he could not see anything else.

He could not help but be dumbfounded: "Little Uncle, they, what are they doing here?"

"Melee, it's also a training program." Milliam explained simply, "This time, the military district is holding a big competition, which includes this event, and these boys are all preparing to participate in this military district's big competition."

"Report to the First Captain, the Red Arrow Brigade special squad is training, please instruct!" An officer suddenly ran over with quick steps, saluted and said loudly.

"Tell them to suspend their training!" Milliam said: Yes!" The officer replied loudly, and immediately, he waved his hand, and a soldier not far away immediately rang the signal bell.

"Dang dang dang!"

The signal bell rang, and everyone, including the instructor, suddenly stopped and returned to the line incomparably fast.

That unison movement was simply neat and tidy, hundreds of people making the same movement at the same time, crossing each other and running back into line, that kind of scene, watching Wendell and Depom immediately admired.

A word immediately flashed in their minds – elite!

Milliam walked over with a smile on his face, seeing that he was very satisfied with the performance of this unit of his.

All of them stared at Milliam in unison, they naturally knew the First Captain.

"You boys, there's still a month to go before the big competition starts, how's your training going?" Milliam asked with a smile.

"Grand Captain, there is nothing to compete in this Grand Competition, even if we win, others will still think that we have won!" An instructor said: And what if we lose?" Milliam asked.

"Report! The concept of defeat does not exist in our dictionary!" The instructor replied loudly at once.

Milliam smiled, "You guys are quite confident, but what I want to remind you is that this military competition is actually just a test, while a year later, all the military regions in the country will hold a common grand competition, and the champion of that competition is our goal, do you have confidence?"

"Yes!"

Everyone boomed in response.

"Well! It is good to have confidence, however, one should not be blind." Milliam nodded slightly and pointed at Wendell next to him, saying, "In order for you guys to be more confident, I have hired an expert instructor for you today, so don't miss your chance!"

Swish!

Everyone's eyes looked towards Wendell, but when these soldiers saw Wendell's looks, a look of disappointment appeared in their eyes, this so-called expert instructor was a little too young, not even as old as them, this was an expert!

"I know some of you don't believe it, and some are not convinced……" Milliam's mouth was tipped with a smile as he said, "How about this, now I can give you a chance to challenge him, no matter how many of you come together, as long as you can defeat him, you can participate in the next All__ Region Grand Tournament without going through the selection process, but if you lose……"

The next All__ Region Grand Tournament without going through the selection process, this kind of good thing can not be found.

They had gone through a fierce competition just to participate in the Gramboya Military Region Competition, and only then did they stand out from the entire brigade and win the qualification to participate in the competition.

So obviously, in the next National Competition, the competition for places must be even fiercer!

As for whether it was possible to fail, these soldiers did not consider it, in their minds, the concept of failure did not exist!

At this moment, Wendell felt a burst of strong battle intent converging on his body, but his face did not change, since his little uncle wanted him to help knock these guys around, he naturally had to do as he was told.

However, next to Depom is listening to the dumbfounded, no matter how many people together can…… be in front of a full three to 4 hundred people, ah, and all are the most elite special forces, not to mention that they are together, even if it is five or six people at the same time together, is also enough to be terrifying.

Is Little Uncle letting Senior teach these special soldiers a lesson, or is he letting them teach Senior a lesson?

Who knew, but Milliam added: "Instructors can likewise participate, and if they win, the rewards will be the same as for ordinary soldiers, and they can all be exempted from the selection process and directly participate in the next All__ Region Grand Competition!"

"Yes!"

Everyone boomed out in response, their voices incomparably loud.

Milliam smiled faintly and waved his hand fiercely, "You may begin!"

At once, everyone stared at Wendell, a foolish look in their eyes.

The bravado and bravery of the soldiers made them not afraid of such challenges at all, and as soon as Milliam's words fell, a voice suddenly rang out, "I'll try this expert instructor first!"

A tall, almost one hundred and eighty centimeters tall special forces soldier in the front row stepped out with his eyes fixed on Wendell, "Instructor please!"

Wendell's gaze fell on Milliam's face, only to see him return a smile and never hint at anything else.

Wendell instantly smiled and nodded, "Please do!"

To be continued....