Chapter 141: Live-Ammo Training

Xiezi was successfully captured, and Liu Xiaotian and the others' training resumed its proper course; on the surface, everything seemed to have returned to normal.

But Liu Xiaotian faintly felt that the undercurrents beneath the calm were actually more turbulent than before Xiezi appeared.

Of course, he was not the only one who noticed this.

That evening, in the principal's small building, the Chief Instructor sat on the sofa again, in exactly the same spot as before, without the slightest shift.

It seemed as if that spot belonged exclusively to him.

"The second phase of training is about to begin; you must be careful, absolutely no accidents allowed.

"You know, the accidents I mean are those caused by people." The principal sat in his chair, voice calm.

But beneath his lowered eyelids, his two eyes hid a fire of anger.

Of course, they also knew that Warrior School trains special forces, not eliminates them; even in simulated combat, when setting up shooting aim, they try to consider safety as much as possible.

In one, one look `no, one wrong version%!'

Damn, it's really uncertain whether we can even graduate alive!

But there will probably still be some deviation; if luck isn't good...

He still remembered what had happened in the school after the principal last spoke in a similar tone…

The next morning, training officially began.

Of course, their "opponent" was not a real person, but a computer-controlled concealed weapon.

Remember, to make someone hiding in the dark reveal themselves, you must first give them a sense of victory.

Opposite him was a fence made entirely of solid round steel welded together, each piece as thick as an infant's arm; outside the fence stood a table and a few chairs, and beyond that was the door of this room.

Obviously, as the principal of Warrior School, known as the "cradle of special forces," this elderly man was not as gentle as his appearance suggested.

It seems they have forgotten something…

Meanwhile, in a certain basement of Warrior School.

Speaking of this, the Elder Principal let out a soft sigh:

Seven days later, before the afternoon training ended, the Chief Instructor gathered everyone and loudly announced: the first phase of physical training was over; starting the next day, they would all begin the next phase—shooting.

Xiezi, who had not received any effective treatment, sat weakly in the corner, head lowered, unknown what he was thinking.

The Chief Instructor sat far away on a raised platform, with a sunshade overhead and drinks and fruit on the table; if you didn't know better, you'd think he was just there to watch the show.

Soldiers formed teams of three, tasked with rescuing hostilities while eliminating all "enemies."

In other words, in the upcoming training, these soldiers will face live ammunition.

At that moment, on one of the chairs, a man in his forties sat calmly watching Xiezi.

After personally seeing Liu Xiaotian fire four shots in a row at his own temple, this soldier was completely convinced.

After all, that was a real gun, not firecrackers!

After saying that, the principal slowly rose from his chair and silently walked toward the door.

To be frank, not only the three who relied solely on manual skill like He Chen Guang, but even Liu Xiaotian, who used cheats, was actually somewhat worried about this training method.

It seemed he had been the principal of this school since birth, never changed. "No, no, no, you misunderstood my meaning; now we must act as if nothing had happened, everything proceeds as usual, aside from routine investigations, with no overt actions.

Even after the mission ended, he still addressed Liu Xiaotian as "Superior Officer."

An Assistant Instructor came over to organize the soldiers into groups, sending them to different training fields.

Each gun, fully computer-controlled, has a humanoid sensor; if it doesn't hit a vital spot, sorry, that gun won't completely cease fire—it will merely simulate the reaction of a wounded person, and may even fire again.

Unlike the shooting training they had received before, Warrior School's shooting training is entirely simulated combat.

Only in that way can we find that person.

What would that feel like? Even Wang Yanbing, who is usually nerveless and bold as heaven, now feels a bit timid.

Because only the pleasure of victory can completely numb a person's nerves, leading them to make mistakes.

It was a training field enclosed by steel plates, with an additional layer of high-density material coating the plates, ensuring that bullets striking the steel would be trapped by that layer, preventing ricochets.

No one saw the fleeting fear in his eyes, nor knew that at that instant, a fine layer of sweat quietly appeared on his forehead and back.

Upon entering, he had noticed that the door alone was fifty centimeters thick.

But even Liu Xiaotian, He Chen Guang, and Wang Yanbing, who had entered the village and exchanged fire with Xiezi's men, had only faced one or two pistols; the upcoming training, however, was said to give them the feel of a battlefield.

This time, Liu Xiaotian and the others were each assigned to one of four squads.

"Sigh... these people at the school haven't been changed in years, have they?

Because that would alert the mole hiding at the burrow entrance, making it harder to dig it out later.

And what is meant here by facing live ammunition is not that they use live ammo for shooting practice, but that they must face live ammo being fired at them…

A few days earlier, during the mission to capture Xiezi, the soldier also participated, and was in fact the first to be tied to a wooden post and beaten.

Hardly anyone knows where this principal comes from, let alone his past.

Their four's combat experience, aside from that time in the small village, was just that operation a few days ago, whose target was also Xiezi.

In Liu Xiaotian's team besides him, one was Cha Cai, and the other was that soldier.

Needless to say, that middle part is likely made of reinforced concrete; not even a gun, let alone enough explosives, could blow this door up without destroying the whole basement—meaning if he wanted to escape, the only way was for someone to open the door and let him out; there is no second route.

The Chief Instructor nodded solemnly: "Rest assured, I will surely find that despicable guy!"

But at the moment he uttered those final words, the Chief Instructor, who always held his head high and looked down on nobody, unconsciously lowered his head.

Leaving safety aside for now, just the thought of the gunfire possibly being as dense as firecrackers is already a bit terrifying.

After a while, the man quietly said something to his two subordinates; one immediately turned and pressed the wall-mounted intercom, the door opened, and that person walked out.

The other stepped forward and, across the fence, shouted twice at Xiezi.

Xiezi slowly raised his head, but said nothing.

The person who had been shouting at him didn't notice that the man sitting in the chair, seemingly absentmindedly rubbing his hands, was actually making a somewhat strange motion…

(End of chapter)