"You've already gone through a month of hellish training. You've perfectly mastered all the skills and knowledge that you should have.”
Standing in front of the team, Ye Ming first acknowledged the hard work of all the members of the team in the past month.
In fact, after using the training card, even if the trainees wanted to quit, they couldn't do so because once they used the training card, they would be forced to complete it.
Compared to the one month of training in the synthesis camp, the training these eighteen people went through was like a trip to hell.
He slept less than three hours a day, and he spent twenty-one hours a day either training or learning various special combat skills.
When the training began, they did not even have the chance to refuse.
Every soldier in the synthetic battalion had to fire 200 rounds a day, and they had to fire 2,000 rounds a day.
The moment they woke up, the synthetic battalion had to run five kilometers, while they had to be fully armed for twenty kilometers. They had to continue running even if they were crippled.
In this month, everyone seemed to have been reborn. Even when compared to the top special forces of modern countries, these eighteen people were not inferior.
However, Ye Ming wasn't completely satisfied because this team hadn't had any actual combat yet.
"But you are still unqualified in my eyes. The hellish month is over, but you still have a lot to learn.”
The 18 people in front of him were qualified, but Ye Ming was not satisfied. He, a Divine Weapon King, could still help them grow.
Of course, they had to be able to withstand the test.
"Your first test is here. I will lead the team. The target is a Japanese concentration camp. There is a squadron stationed there. Your mission is to rescue the prisoners of war in the concentration camp.”
Ye Ming paused and continued,""But don't worry, I will personally lead this operation. Disband now, pack your equipment, and gather at the camp gate in ten minutes.”
Ye Ming turned around and entered the camp. Five minutes later, he arrived at the gate, fully armed.
At this moment, the members of the 18 teams were quietly lined up at the entrance. Every one of them was fully armed.
Ye Ming took out eighteen of the twenty sets of modern special combat suits that he had randomly obtained last time and gave them to these eighteen people.
Every set of special combat equipment was not inferior to Mi Di's so-called Land Warrior System.
Type 95 assault rifles, pistols, mines, grenades, and all kinds of tactical equipment were available.
The ghillie suit and camouflage on his face, as well as the steel-like military temperament after training with the top special forces training card, made Ye Ming very satisfied.
With a wave of his hand, Ye Ming led them through the mountains and headed straight for the Japanese camp.
The Japanese prisoner of war camp was built in the Taihang Mountains, a coal mine controlled by the Japanese.
The hundreds of prisoners of war in the camp dug coal every day.
When Ye Ming and his team arrived at the Japanese prisoner of war camp, the prisoners were working in the mine.
The main force of the Japanese squadron responsible for protecting the coal mine was naturally concentrated in the coal mine.
In the mining factory, there were some able-bodied men from nearby villages who were responsible for loading the cars and transporting the coal mines to the county.
The Japanese squadron in charge of security handed over the management to a few traitors, so the main job of the Japanese was to ensure that no one dared to cause trouble.
At this moment, in the mine, a tall man with a scar on his head was using a hammer to smash the coal ore that was transported up from the mine with a gloomy expression.
After breaking a coal mine the size of a human head, the man with the ring scar on his head gritted his teeth and said to the prisoners of war beside him,"If this continues, we will starve to death. Since we will die sooner or later, do you dare to do something? Killing one is enough, killing two is enough.”
These words struck a chord in the hearts of the prisoners of war. Every day, the sun rose until sunset. No one had only two cornbread every day. The so-called rice porridge was almost the same as water. There were not many grains of rice at all.
The huge amount of work every day was enough to make even a man of iron collapse.
They were all sent to this camp in the same batch. Many of the prisoners who had arrived earlier could no longer work and were stabbed to death by the Japanese.
Every day, people died in the mines. No matter how strong a man was, he would not be able to eat his fill. After doing such heavy work, not many could last for ten days to half a month.
"Monk, we can't. The Japanese are too scattered. Even if we get the weapons, we can't run away from more than a hundred of them.”
Who didn't want to run? Yesterday, there were seven or eight people who wanted to run and killed two Japanese. However, they were killed by the Japanese in less than a minute.
Moreover, the Japanese were very smart. They did not give them the chance to gather together. Otherwise, if hundreds of captives moved together, even if a squadron of Japanese could suppress them, they would have to pay a high price.
Monk Wei, who was smashing the coal mine, naturally knew that it was very difficult to escape here, but he knew that he couldn't hold on for long.
If he worked for a few more days, even if he wanted to run, he wouldn't have the stamina to do so.
Seeing the few people at the side eager to try but afraid, Monk Wei knew that he couldn't count on them.
As he smashed the rocks, Monk Wei was also looking at the three Japanese mobile sentries not far away. He planned to take a risk. He definitely could not wait here to die.
"I'm going to make a move. If you guys don't dare, then hide further away later. Rather than waiting until you're weak and worthless and get killed by the Japanese, it's better to fight now.”
Monk Wei's words made the eyes of the nearby prisoners of war gradually become determined. Compared to them, they were exhausted to death. No matter what, it was worth it.
At this moment, a Japanese mobile sentry was walking over. Monk Wei clenched his vertical hand and gradually tightened his grip.
When the Japanese soldiers were less than three meters away from them, they heard two clear gunshots.
Following the whistling sound of artillery shells, the two sentry towers built from wood were directly blown to pieces.
For a moment, the entire mine was in chaos. Monk Wei was overjoyed. He suddenly went forward and took advantage of the time when the Japanese on the mobile sentry were looking for the attacker to smash the Japanese's head with a heavy hammer.
The Japanese's helmet was smashed flat, and a large amount of blood and brain matter spurted out from under the helmet.
In the next second, Monk Wei had already put down the sledgehammer in his hand and quickly picked up the Sanba Cover from the Japanese corpse. He turned around and killed another Japanese mobile sentry more than ten meters away.
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