Rez Vazquez is a Marine Corps veteran who followed Fang Lang to Germany a long time ago. Having participated in several battles, he accumulated merits and became a sergeant squad leader.
Before joining the army, Rez Vázquez was just the son of a serf from an ordinary farm in the central plateau of Brazil. Having participated in the European War, he was drafted into the Marine Corps formed by Fang Lang.
As a veteran who participated in the European War, he had his own pride. As an army soldier, he was transferred to the newly formed Marine Corps, which made him very uncomfortable and even had some resistance at one point.
But in the First Fleet he had an experience that was completely different from the original Brazilian army. Here he did not have to use his meager military pay to bribe his superiors, and there would definitely be no situation where his superiors withheld his military pay.
His Excellency the General will even pay them allowances of different standards based on their respective performances, and all the money will be paid into the accounts that His Excellency the General has opened for them at the Brazilian Development Bank.
Although he knew that the general would not deceive them, he could not help but take his passbook to the counter of the Brazilian Development Bank every month to check his balance. Looking at the deposits in his bank account that he had never dared to imagine before, Rez Vásquez often woke up laughing in his sleep.
Because his team was selected to go to Germany with Zhuang Xintian to participate in the operation to excavate German treasures, after returning home, all of them made a fortune.
Together with his comrades, he bought a newly built three-story house near the naval base in the city of Natal and redeemed his parents and younger brothers and sisters, who were serfs living in the central plateau of Brazil, from the farmers.
His parents went to work in a factory in Natal. Because his parents were military dependents, the work in the factory was easy and profitable, which was a special privilege for military dependents.
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His younger brother and sister were sent to the newly built military school in Natal, and his family had undergone a radical change. He knew very well that all these changes were due to his following a good commander.
Therefore, he was full of gratitude to his boss, General Fang Lang. Whether in the military camp or outside the military camp, he would never allow anyone to say a bad word about General Fang Lang. If he heard it, he would rush up without hesitation to let him know how hard his fist was.
According to his current situation, he could have chosen to become a rich man after retirement and live a stable life. But apart from being a soldier and fighting, he had no other skills, and he felt anxious when he thought about his life after retirement.
If he still couldn't be promoted to an officer this year, he would have to retire. But except for the last battle in Fernando de Noronha, there were no wars to fight, so there was no chance of meritorious service and promotion.
Of course, in fact, even after he retires from the army, he doesn't have to worry too much about having nothing to do, because he has participated in cultural studies in the army and his academic performance is among the best. The Marine Corps officers also talked to him. He can choose to be directly admitted to the Brazilian Police University after retiring from the army and become a policeman after graduation.
But he did not want to leave the barracks. He clearly remembered that General Fang once said that if the Marines had outstanding training results, were selected into the Navy Special Tactics Research Group and became formal members of the team, they could be awarded the formal rank of second lieutenant and become formal officers of the Marine Corps.
This way he wouldn't have to retire and could continue to stay in the Marine Corps and fight for General Fang.
After more than six months of hard training, everyone has been reborn. Rez Vazquez, who once thought he was strong enough, has broken through his limits time and time again and has become a super soldier that even the American instructors are amazed by.
However, General Fang didn't know whether he was too busy or he had forgotten his original promise to form a special tactics research team, so he never organized the selection. This made him very worried, because in more than three months, he would no longer be able to become an officer and would have to face retirement, which he was unwilling to accept.
Fortunately, the selection he had been looking forward to finally arrived, which made him unable to rest well for two consecutive nights.
The selection was based on the principle of voluntary registration. When they were still on the transport ship, officers had already come to collect their registration intentions. Looking at the long list on the registration form, Rez Vásquez felt a bit of a headache.
He had long guessed that many people would sign up, because after the intensive training ended, there were still many soldiers like him who did not rest, but continued to train silently, just waiting for this opportunity.
But he didn't expect that so many people would sign up for the election. There were a total of 2,500 Marines, and nearly 2,000 of them signed up to run for the election.
Almost everyone in his platoon signed up, which made him very nervous, so he had to force himself to seize every minute and second of rest.
Having participated in European wars, he knew very well the importance of conserving one's energy.
The selection time came faster than he thought. On the second day after entering the jungle warfare training camp, all the soldiers who signed up for the Navy Special Tactics Research Group were gathered in a separate camp.
If the jungle warfare training camp can be called a reduced-equipment version of a field camp, then this separate camp cannot actually be called a camp at all.
Because this is actually just a slightly flat wilderness in a dense primitive jungle, without even a place suitable for lining up, you can see how difficult the conditions are.
The first thing they did after entering the camp was to set up their own tents. Fortunately, for them who had undergone rigorous training, this was just child's play.
But Rez Vásquez saw a look of gloating in the eyes of the soldiers of the guard company who were supervising them setting up the tents, which gave him a very bad feeling.
Yes, because there are no real members of the special tactics research team, the people responsible for the selection are the soldiers of General Fang’s guard company.
The very bad premonition in Rez Vázquez's heart soon came true. After a day of hard work setting up the camp, everyone was exhausted and everyone went to bed early.
Just when Rez Vázquez was sleeping soundly, he suddenly heard the sound of fierce machine gun fire. Before he could react what was happening, the tent was filled with choking smoke, making it impossible to open his eyes and causing him to cough continuously.
For a moment, everyone in the tent was in chaos, and Rez Vázquez immediately realized that the selection had begun.
All Marines have participated in emergency assembly training, but at that time, most of the training involved waking everyone up from their sleep with an emergency assembly whistle.
But there were real sounds of gunfire and choking smoke bombs here. Some soldiers who had never participated in actual combat wanted to rush out of the tent without even putting on their clothes.
The sergeant squad leader, Rez Vazquez, quickly endured the choking smoke and shouted:
"Everyone, don't run around. This is an emergency assembly. The selection has officially begun."
The dark tent was filled with a choking smell, and Rez Vázquez's eyes could not help but begin to react in a stress response, with tears naturally filling his eyes.
He didn't have time to think about it. While reminding everyone, he quickly tidied his clothes. After making sure that there was no problem with his clothes, he grabbed the rifle beside the bed and rushed out of the tent.
Rez Vasquez rushed out of the tent and found that everything was just as he expected. There was a guy wearing a gas mask outside the tent, holding a light machine gun and firing at the sky.
There was a bonfire burning in the open space in the middle of the camp, and a group of disheveled Marines had gathered in front of the bonfire.
The guy with the gas mask probably saw that he was fully equipped and just yelled at him:
"Why are you still looking at me? The sound of gunfire is an order, don't you understand?"
After saying that, he wanted to kick him, but fortunately he dodged it flexibly. He didn't care what the guy in the gas mask was cursing and just gathered in the open space in front of the campfire.
For him, who had experienced vicious curses from his American instructors, these words were not enough to tickle him.
When he quickly rushed to the campfire, which was the flat ground they had just cleared during the day, he saw the fleet commander, General Fang, standing in front of the campfire with a serious face, looking at the watch on his hand, obviously counting the time.
Looking up at the soldiers slowly gathering around him, Rez Vazquez breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know how long the time limit was, it was obvious that he arrived at the scene within the time limit.
Just as he was secretly rejoicing, less than a minute had passed, and General Fang put down his left hand and stopped the timer. He said seriously:
“Time’s up!”
An officer who had been standing next to General Fang took out a signal gun and fired it into the sky, lighting the entire camp bright red. The guys wearing gas masks who had been standing at the door of each tent saw the signal flare and directly blocked the door of the tent to stop the people who were about to rush out of the tent.
Rez Vazquez understood that those who did not arrive at the assembly point within the specified time were eliminated. Looking at the soldiers gathered near the campfire, he guessed that at least two layers of soldiers had lost their chance.
Soon, an officer began to shout commands, asking everyone at the assembly point to line up. When everyone had finished lining up, someone began to check everyone's equipment.
Some people were picked out by the inspection staff for not wearing hats, some for not carrying weapons, some for not buttoning their clothes properly, and some for not tying their shoelaces properly. In short, they were picked out for various reasons.
These people were gathered to one side, and Rez Vázquez understood that these people were also eliminated.
At this moment, he felt unprecedented pressure. In just one emergency assembly, people from three floors were directly eliminated.
Then, they were given a backpack and asked to load ten kilograms of rocks from a huge pile of rocks and start a fully armed cross-country trek.
In the dark night, they ran a twenty-kilometer cross-country race fully armed. This was a challenge they had never tried during their training in the Marine Corps. Rez Vázquez did not complain at all. He silently put on his backpack and followed the instructor's instructions to start the cross-country race.
This is because after the Marines received proper dietary supplements, everyone had overcome their night blindness, and there was a torch at every distance to show everyone the direction.
But this obviously improvised cross-country route also caused Rez Vásquez a lot of trouble. When he circled the flag, got a small sign indicating that he had reached the halfway point, and ran back to the camp, it was already daybreak.
At the entrance of the camp, an officer was counting the time with a watch, and several soldiers were checking the small badges of the returning soldiers and weighing their backpacks.
A few cunning soldiers were dragged aside and were dejected and self-pitying.
Fortunately, Rez Vázquez did not have the habit of being sneaky. He looked at those people with some disdain. Just when he thought he had arrived safely and could take a rest.
The instructors motioned for him to keep running forward. After turning a small patch of woods, he saw a shooting training ground in front of him. A soldier in charge of the assessment stuffed an M1 Garand rifle and three eight-round magazines into his hands, signaling for the shooting assessment to begin.
Rez Vazquez looked at the soldier next to him with disbelief, took the equipment handed to him by the other party with his hands that were already somewhat out of control due to the intense exercise, and wanted to say something to him.
But the soldier didn't even look at him. He took out a pocket watch from his pocket, walked to the shooting position and started timing, and said coldly:
"Please shoot the bullet in your hand onto target No. 45 within two minutes. If you shoot less than 15 bullets onto the target, you will be eliminated."
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