Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat Chapter 492

  Chapter 492 Selection 2

   Rez Vazquez could only smile wryly, knowing that he had no room for bargaining. Fortunately, with 24 rounds of ammunition, it was not impossible to complete the task within two minutes.

   After all, the M1 Garand rifle is also known as the Big Eight. After the eight rounds of a magazine are fired, the metal magazine will jump out of the magazine by itself.

  All he needs to do is press the new clip into the magazine, aim and shoot.

   But the biggest problem now is that the hands and feet are trembling, and even the gun can't be held steady! It is really not a simple matter to hit the target with 15 shots at the 200-meter target.

   Just when Rez Vazquez thought that was all it was, reality soon found him.

   After lying on the shooting position and firing two shots in a row, Rez Vazquez noticed something was wrong. The accuracy of the gun seemed to be wrong, which made him immediately have an ominous premonition.

   As a veteran with hours of professional training in the Marine Corps, he has his own feel for weapons.

  Although the hands of the two guns in front were shaking violently, the bullets fired should definitely not be that far apart. With a feeling in his heart, Rez Vazquez forced himself to stabilize his mind and fired a third shot at the target.

  This time, he was very sure that there was definitely something wrong with the aiming of the gun, and aiming according to the aiming aim would definitely not be accurate, which made him unconsciously look at the soldiers around him.

   But he found that the soldier didn't even look at him, just silently looking at the watch on his hand.

At this moment, he had a glimmer of understanding in his heart. This was not a mistake at all, but a deliberate one, but he had already wasted three bullets, and now there were only twenty-one bullets left, and he wasted at least four bullets. More than ten seconds.

  He had to be more careful with the weapon in his hand, took a deep breath, and forced himself into a calm state. Recalling the impact points of the first three shots, he moved the position of the muzzle to the upper left little by little.

   Gritting his teeth, he fired the fourth shot.

   Sure enough, this time the impact point was closer to the target. Time passed little by little, and the gunshots that came and went in his ears were all thrown behind his head, and his eyes were fixed on the target two hundred meters away.

   Constant calculations began in my mind, and finally the fifth shot was fired.

This time the bullet finally landed on the target paper, but it did not hit the ring, but Rez Vazquez was no longer worried, he felt the temper of the gun, and at the same time, he slowly adjusted his breathing to the best state.

  The soldiers supervising the design obviously knew what was going on, and the guy in front of him was unexpectedly able to hit the target. Can't help but look at each other high.

  Rez Vazquez was not in the mood to pay attention to the eyes of the people around him, but carefully controlled his own breathing rhythm, looking for the most suitable gap for shooting.

   After all, it was a veteran who had undergone strict and professional training, and Rez Vazquez's sixth shot really hit the target.

   This made him smile unconsciously.

  As if to deliberately stimulate him, the soldier beside him suddenly reminded:

   "One more minute."

  This made his expression froze for a moment, and huge pressure came over him. He had to fire 18 rounds in the remaining minute and ensure that 14 hit the target.

   Before he had time to think about it, he fired the seventh shot without hesitation. Sure enough, he couldn't panic, the bullet missed the target.

But Rez Vazquez didn't have time to think about it, and after taking another deep breath, he fired the eighth shot without hesitation. With a ding, the clips in the magazine jumped out and flew to One meter away.

Rez Vazquez didn't even look at the magazine that jumped out, and quickly inserted the new magazine in his hand into the magazine, but the magazine of the M1 Garand rifle was easy to pinch his hand when it was installed, and he panicked. Rez Vazquez's hand was pinched hard.

  The pain between his fingers and his heart made him gasp, but he didn't have time to think about it. He forced himself to control his own breathing rhythm, "Boom, boom, boom" gunshots rang out non-stop.

  Following the command "stop shooting" from the soldiers around him, Rez Vazquez finally fired the last bullet in the gun.

   Rez Vazquez, who finished shooting, did not leave immediately. Instead, he lay on the ground and looked at the target in the distance. Under the target at this moment, someone was using a semaphore to report the target.

   Soon the soldiers around him showed a rare smile and said:

   "Congratulations! Passed the design assessment and hit the target with 16 shots. Please go to the center of the camp to gather!"

   Hearing that, Rez Vazquez felt a sense of powerlessness that was about to collapse. This was an experience he had never experienced before, and he had never experienced such an exciting feeling even on a battlefield full of bullets.

  Knowing in his heart that his test had just begun, and before he could relax, after taking a deep breath of the earth-scented air, Rez Vazquez struggled to get up.

  Following the soldiers' guidance, they dragged their exhausted bodies to the center of the camp to assemble.

  At this moment, the camp center no longer had the lively scene when they set off for armed off-roading in the morning. There were only about 20 people in the entire camp center, lying on the grass in the camp.

  We don't even have the strength to talk to each other.

   Seeing this, Rez Vazquez didn't care whether the ground was clean or not. He sat down on the ground and lay down on his back. Soon a man wearing a military doctor's sleeve came over and kicked him.

   "Don't lie down on the ground after strenuous exercise, it will cause irreversible damage to the body, sit up quickly."

   Hearing this, Rez Vazquez had no choice but to get up. While he was lying on the ground, the number of people in the center of the camp was slowly increasing. He noticed that there were still nearly 2,000 candidates for the election yesterday. After this morning's elimination, there may be less than 300 people.

  Looking at the embarrassing comrades around him, Rez Vazquez smiled wryly.

   Fortunately, the assessment did not continue immediately, but someone carried the big buckets of food to the middle of the camp, so that everyone could eat happily and have a hearty breakfast.

  After everyone finished their breakfast, General Fang came to them surrounded by several officers, and told them bluntly that this would be the only hot meal they would have in the next week.

Next, the remaining two hundred and eighty people were each distributed a simple map, two days of rations, a sharp dagger and a signal launcher loaded with signal flares. Figure out your way through the jungle on the map within a week.

  Soldiers who escaped the siege and interception of the Marines who had been eliminated and did not participate in the selection, and successfully arrived at the destination within the specified time, would be automatically selected into the Navy Special Tactics Research Team.

   Warriors who fail to reach their destination within the prescribed time, or are caught by pursuers, will be eliminated. Soldiers who want to voluntarily give up on the way can take the initiative to fire the flare guns in their hands, and naturally there will be soldiers from the guard company responsible for taking them away from the assessment site.

   After hearing this mission, Rez Vazquez felt that his whole body was not well. He knew that he should have eaten two more mouthfuls of hot rice just now.

   But now that breakfast has been taken away, you just said that this is the last hot meal of the week, which makes him feel embarrassed.

   Immediately afterwards, General Fang took the initiative to ask if anyone wanted to withdraw from the assessment on the spot, but no one chose to withdraw.

Because the assessment did not indicate whether it is possible to form a team, Rez Vazquez noticed that the Second Battalion Commander Zhuang Xintian directly applied for team formation in the team. As a veteran who participated in German operations with the opponent, he joined without hesitation the opposing team.

   Soon, three veterans who had participated in the European War like him came out and stood behind Zhuang Xintian together. After the team reached five people, Zhuang Xintian took the initiative to end the team formation.

Obviously, Zhuang Xintian didn't ask for more people out of consideration of avoiding pursuers. After all, a large number of people means that the target is large and easy to be tracked by large troops, or it is easier to avoid pursuit with fewer people. On this point, Rez Vazquez I agree with Zhuang Xintian's idea very much.

  After the five-person team was completed, they rushed directly into the dense primitive jungle without hesitation, hoping to set off early to keep the distance from the search and arrest team as far as possible.

  The dense primitive jungle is full of deep malice to all strange intruders. In the primitive jungle that blocks the sky and sees no sunlight, the eyes can only pass through the dense branches and leaves, and project mottledly to the bottom of the jungle.

  The sunshine passing through the jungle is like a sharp sword piercing the jungle, bringing much-needed warmth to everyone.

  The people who have undergone a month of basic jungle warfare training in the Marine Corps are not particularly unfamiliar with the rainforest, but they are definitely not familiar with it.

  Their five-member team went smoothly on the first day, without encountering any danger, but the speed in the dense jungle can only be described as turtle speed.

  After everyone slept in a temporary hammock made of rattan that night, the next morning, it was discovered that a soldier had been bitten by a poisonous insect and was in urgent need of treatment. After they carried him to a relatively open and safe place, they helped him launch the signal flare.

  The loss of one person on the first day made them feel a little depressed, but they couldn't give up at this point, they could only bury their heads in the road, and along the way, they would look for some fruits and vegetables that could satisfy their hunger.

   On the third day, they encountered the first wave of search and arrest teams, and they were vigilantly spotted in advance, and they took a detour to escape.

  On the fourth day, they were ambushed by hunters at a source of drinking water. Fortunately, they were found in time, but one soldier was also captured, leaving only three members of the five-member team.

  The next time they had to be more careful.

  By the fifth day, they had run out of dry food, so they could only hide and hide while heading to their destination, looking for food to satisfy their hunger along the way.

  At this time, Rez Vazquez was very grateful to the Amazon rainforest hunter who trained them in jungle survival knowledge. It was his training that enabled them to distinguish which animals and plants were edible and which were poisonous, so that he would not be poisoned and dumped in the dense tropical rainforest.

   On the sixth day, they got closer and closer to their destination, and more and more people were rounded up, making their progress more difficult. That afternoon, he found that someone behind them had followed them along the way.

Fortunately, Zhuang Xintian quickly moved forward for a certain distance, leaving traces of the people moving forward, and retreated to find a place to hide. After the pursuers passed by, the people quickly changed direction and went to the destination from another route land.

   On the seventh day, the exhausted three stumbled across the last blockade line and arrived at their final destination. General Fang personally gave them warm applause for their smooth arrival.

   This made Rez Vazquez, who felt that he had escaped from death, feel that everything was worth it, and his eyes that looked at the dense jungle again became no longer afraid.

   On the contrary, there is an indescribable tenderness. I want to thank the other party for helping me, and the whole person is full of fighting spirit. He understood that he had succeeded in the challenge. From this moment on, he was no longer an ordinary soldier, but a real naval ensign.

   No longer have to think about whether to retire or not. But from this cruel selection, he realized that this naval special tactics research team might not be such a good place to stay.

  (end of this chapter)

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