Chapter 180: Deep Water Swimming!

One hour later, the aircraft carrying the Red Blood Cell Group was less than thirty Chinese miles from the sea area where the Wensen was located.

Several minutes earlier, Song Kaifei, who had begun low-altitude flight, was already controlling the helicopter to descend again, successfully landing on the deck of a destroyer that was obviously waiting for them.

Although the frigate cannot compare in size to an aircraft carrier, landing one, two, or three helicopters on its deck is still completely problem-free.

After getting off the aircraft, the Red Blood Cell Group saw the equipment already laid out on the deck—diving gear.

No one asked any further questions; under Fan Tianlei's command, the eight members of the Red Blood Cell Group immediately donned their equipment, boarded the assault boat and once again approached the Wensen, and in the sea area about three kilometers from the Wensen, they disembarked from the assault boat and entered the water.

To be honest, although deep-water swimming training had been conducted several dozen times during their stay at the Warrior School, this time entering the water, including Liu Xiaotian, four of them felt somewhat uneasy.

After all, if anything went wrong in the deep sea… there would be no afterwards.

After the night at the Warrior School baptized in blood, Liu Xiaotian's sense of combat seemed to have become even more familiar; even at the moment of entering the water, he had already fully entered a combat state.

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

The reason for mentioning 'true special forces' is that not every soldier serving in special forces can be called a special forces soldier.

Even a professional diver would probably not survive a fall from this height.

Besides, if you lose your life, what use is money? To buy paper money to burn for yourself?

As for the outcome, it's all the same.

After entering the water, the eight immediately activated the underwater auxiliary propulsion device and quickly approached the Wensen.

As for how to climb up the ship's side… Liu Xiaotian, who had just surfaced, merely lifted his head to look up and felt a bit dazed.

After climbing up seven or eight meters, Liu Xiaotian and Gong Jian were completely in a state of suspended body, able to move upward only by using the strength of their arms, bit by bit.

Mao Ying can indeed give them a lot of money, but they must first stay alive and leave this place to get any of it, right?

When Liu Xiaotian's head emerged above the ship's side, Gong Jian had already been left behind by him by the height of one floor.

Such physical exertion is too much for an ordinary person, let alone someone who has undergone professional training—they probably couldn't bear it.

Since they had a full set of diving gear and others were present, Liu Xiaotian originally wanted to test the effect of the Water Ghost, but in the end he gave up.

The side of the Wensen, saying it's as high as a ten-story building is only a bit of an exaggeration, but? the palm can't even grip it—how to climb up?

He must admit that this dark horse, which suddenly emerged after more than a month of selection training, now possesses all the qualities that a true special forces soldier should have.

Originally, Liu Xiaotian still wanted to learn the movie method and climb up along the iron chain connecting the ship's anchor, but now it seems impossible.

When he had climbed two-thirds of the way, Liu Xiaotian discovered that Gong Jian's speed had slowed to more than half of what it was at the start.

After confirming safety, Liu Xiaotian darted forward, flipping over the bow rail; the moment his feet touched the deck, his body lunged forward like a few wooden planks casually placed to the front-right.

Each movement required at least several dozen seconds.

Not to mention that taking off his oxygen mask and diving suit at this depth would certainly look crazy to others; if he delayed the mission, he would be in trouble.

Helpless, he could only sigh quietly in his mind, take out those two suction-type climbing tools, and, imitating Gong Jian, begin to climb up the ship's side.

This damn... it's also a bit too high, right? In the past, I'd seen people climbing up the ship's side in some movies, and it seemed easy back then, but it turns out they were all just bluffing. I don't know if Gong Jian did it on purpose, but the spot the two of them chose for climbing is exactly the bow.

Because he clearly knew that if he were seen at this point, he would be finished.

In fact, true special forces soldiers are extremely few in number.

Moreover, their daily lives are certainly not just sweating it out on the training ground.

After immediately finding cover, Liu Xiaotian promptly took off the AK-103 behind his back.

Of course, the hull is wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, but the angle of the bow is much larger than that of the other three sides.

Oh, right, and also, it won't fall—blood spraying everywhere, bodies deforming and twisting, that's terrifying.

As for the legs, even if hooked up, they could hardly touch the hull.

He was also covered in water droplets on his face, not knowing whether it was sweat or seawater—either way, it was salty.

The only fortunate thing was that, during their climb, no one came close to the ship's side to inspect.

According to the assignment, after reaching their designated positions, the eight attached the underwater auxiliary propulsion device to the hull, set up the underwater breathing equipment, and then surfaced one after another.

Not only is the height several meters greater than in the other three directions, but more importantly, this part of the hull is a reverse angle!

In other words, the fundamental difference between true special forces and nominal special forces is that true special forces essentially require no training.

At this height above the water, the water surface and a concrete floor really differ by just two characters.

Because, they had no time.

He didn't immediately climb up; instead, he carefully observed the situation at every corner of the deck.

Furthermore, the higher he went, the more gently he had to move the suction cups; he had to slowly press the suction cup against the hull, firmly press it down, and then lock the suction cup.

Don't even mention what's below—the sea.

Five or six armed helicopters hovered far above; Mao Ying's subordinates aren't stupid either—who would willingly come out as a target for no reason? Although Mao Ying had instructed them to stay alert and said the other side definitely wouldn't dare to shoot, his men still didn't dare to take the risk. After all, nothing is more important than one's life.

Especially, it's about psychological quality.

Afterward, Gong Jian, who had leapt onto the deck, saw Liu Xiaotian's performance in full and felt a hint of relief in his heart.

The missions come one after another; what kind of training could be more effective than actual combat? As for the training one does in the gym or on the training field during leisure time, that can only be considered relaxation.

And now, in Gong Jian's eyes, Liu Xiaotian absolutely qualifies as a true special forces soldier.

As for He Chen Guang and the other two, although they are still slightly inferior to Liu Xiaotian, they basically meet this standard.

After landing, Gong Jian likewise had no moment's pause; after making a gesture to Liu Xiaotian, he immediately rushed quickly toward the control room on the top deck.

(End of chapter)