Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!



General Hywell walked directly to the special forces soldiers of his country and shook hands with every participating member. After he finished, he stood in front and raised his chin slightly. His strong tone was filled with confidence as he said proudly, "I believe that every soldier in our country only has one goal. They work hard for the best! Comrades, this is your time, your battle, and your battlefield!

"As for me, I'm waiting for the return of the warriors! Tell me, my warriors, do you have the confidence to win? Answer me with yes or no!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Their loud voices were accompanied by an earth-shattering aura. Their confidence seemed to be able to trample all the difficulties under their feet. Even if there were thorns in front of them and sharp knives, they would continue bravely and fearlessly to win the final victory.

The general sent by Germany also encouraged the participating soldiers of the country. He told them that they would always be elites and invincible soldiers.

On the contrary, the aura of the Chinese soldiers before the competition was much weaker. At least in the eyes of the generals watching the competition, the Chinese side had no aura at all. They didn't even speak before the competition.

"I think China has been stunned by the aura of the two sides. It was a mistake from the start for an Asian country to compete with the developed countries. They shouldn't have come. They should have come a few years later. Even if they were to lose in a few years, I don't think they'll lose too badly."

"It hasn't started. We shouldn't be like this… Hmm… We don't think highly of the Chinese soldiers, but they were the fifth to reach the shore last night. They still have some ability."

"I hope Lady Luck will take care of them. I wish them good luck."

The voices of the generals in the observation team entered their ears. The Chinese soldiers turned a deaf ear to them and checked the loading of their guns and rifles one last time. They confirmed that there was nothing wrong with their equipment and waited for it to be five o'clock.

At five o'clock in the morning, the special forces soldiers from various countries headed to different destinations.

The special forces soldiers from China and Germany had the same destination. The sound of signal guns rang out. The special forces soldiers from the three countries were like cheetahs that had been released from their cages as they headed toward the destination ferociously.

"They really underestimate us. Q King, how long will we have to endure before we can hold our heads high?"

"There's no need to let others see us holding our heads high. We have to hold our anger in. We can't vent our anger." Xia Jinyuan raised his eyebrows and replied Big Eel in a cold voice, "Victory isn't being able to hold our heads high; it's to make the other party feel fear from the bottom of their hearts but unable to do anything. That's what victory means."

After rushing out of the starting point, the eight special forces soldiers jumped over the ravine and passed through the strange rocks, heading toward the finish line fearlessly.

Ten kilometers away, the technical course, 'gun shooting,' was waiting for them.

"Go go go!" The special forces soldier from the United States hugged the rifles in their arms and jumped down from a very high rock with their long legs. The commander was the first to jump down. He then waited for his team members to arrive.

Their explosive power was quite strong. Every time they jumped into the air, their strong bodies would straighten and their strength would exceed others. They landed steadily and perfectly.

"In the forest in front, cover yourselves. G3, Sparrowhawk, reconnaissance! Big Eel, Demon King, bring up the rear. The rest of you, break out! Hurry!" Xia Jinyuan, who was approaching the forest with a cold and vicious gaze, gave an order through his earpiece.