Special Forces: At the beginning, An Ran pulled him to get his certificate.

Chapter 1308: The Legend of Ghosts, Special Training of Willpower

"As a paratrooper, you are born to be surrounded." Chen Jun stood in the shit pit, his feet firmly stepped in the disgusting filth, his voice loud and full of majesty, "Once the war begins, you will be dropped behind enemy lines, and there will be enemies everywhere. In order to survive, you will endure pain that ordinary people cannot endure."

"For example, if you want to find food in the jungle, you may even have to fight with animals for rotting corpses. You may also hide in the stinking mud to avoid the enemy's search..."

"When that time comes, there will be shit in your mouth and you all have to swallow it." Chen Jun's voice became louder and louder, almost like a roar.

"Paratroopers are in a more passive situation than ordinary special forces. The moment you land is the most dangerous. So remember this, if you want to survive, you must first learn to endure hardship and patience."

Chen Jun bears the nickname "Ghost", and is a synonym for terror among contemporary soldiers.

Although he disappeared for two years when he was studying in military school, as the world situation changed, the hacker alliance formed by Chen Jun expanded and grew stronger like a rising star.

Various hacker agents have taken root in hundreds of countries. They are like shadows hidden in the darkness, silent but with enormous power, and even control the direction of world public opinion to a certain extent.

Nowadays, there are only a few countries that dare to openly slander Yan Country. Although Western forces have been trying to discredit it, they often lack evidence. Those presidents or chairmen who like to talk big, after slandering Yan Country, soon broke out their own black material, and finally could only apologize helplessly and cautiously. In this way, although Chen Junren is no longer in the arena, the legend about him has become even louder after being spread by several military district leaders, and it has spread like a myth in the army.

The air force aces standing here enthusiastically shared many legends about the "ghost" on the rooftop.

Especially before Chen Jun went to school, he killed the Navy SEALs and Delta Force, which made them stunned and amazed. It seemed like a distant and shocking story, which made them full of awe for the man called "Ghost" in front of them. Therefore, no matter what Chen Jun said, they listened obediently without any thought of resistance.

While speaking, Chen Jun and He Chenguang, Wang Yanbing, Deng Zhenhua and others behind him waded through the shit.

Their steps were firm and their expressions were natural, as if they were not wading through disgusting feces but walking on an ordinary road. However, their bodies were covered with all kinds of yellow and white things, which slowly slid down their bodies, emitting a pungent smell.

Deng Zhenhua in particular, perhaps in order to stimulate these air force personnel with his status as a senior, he actually reached out and grabbed the wriggling insects in the pond, along with the yellow filth, and stuffed them all into his mouth.

"Fuck, I'm going to vomit..." Ace pilot Xiaotian couldn't hold it in any longer. His face turned pale in an instant, and his facial features twisted in pain. He squatted on the ground, covered his mouth tightly with both hands, his body trembled violently, and his stomach churned. He was completely frightened by the paratroopers' extraordinary behavior. His original dream of becoming a special forces soldier was shattered by this sudden cruel reality.

"Paratroopers are also pilots. If they can do it, so can we. It's just eating shit. What's so scary about that? Go ahead and don't let them look down on our Air Force." Zhang Qi encouraged himself loudly, his eyes revealing a hint of struggle and determination.

He strode towards the shit pit, each step was filled with a determination to die. However, when he stood at the edge of the shit pit, he hesitated for a few seconds. During those few seconds, he was torn between his conscience and his behavior. His reason told him that this was an unacceptable behavior, but his pride as an air force ace would not allow him to back down. In the end, he gritted his teeth and jumped in.

The jump was too strong, and the shit splashed everywhere, like a cannonball exploding. Suddenly, Zhang Qi's head and face were covered with shit, and the suffocating stench hit him in the face and instantly enveloped him. Zhang Qi, who was full of courage just now, was instantly frightened by the stench, and his originally ruddy face turned ashen. He subconsciously wiped the filth off his face, but the touch and smell of the filth made him want to vomit on the spot.

At this moment, Chen Jun's voice came from the front: "Well done, you must overcome the obstacles in your heart to become a real special forces soldier..." Chen Jun's voice was particularly clear in this chaotic scene, with a kind of encouragement and expectation.

However, before Chen Jun finished speaking, Zhang Qi couldn't hold it in any longer. He made a retching sound in his throat and vomited directly on the spot. His body was twitching violently due to vomiting, and his hands were waving weakly, trying to get rid of this terrible feeling. He even wanted to get up reflexively, but the people behind him didn't give him a chance.

One by one, they jumped into the shit pit like dumplings, fast and fierce, and the splashing shit water was like surging waves, all splashing on Zhang Qi, who jumped out first. Now, Zhang Qi was only concerned with wiping his face and had no time to think about climbing up.

The feces were in a paste-like state, thick and unsolidified, with a strong and rich smell. Once dispersed, the indescribable stench spread in the air for a long time. It was like an invisible haze that enveloped the entire area, making it hard to breathe.

The most pitiful one was Zhang Qi. While he was vomiting, feces and urine splashed into his mouth.

New filth kept pouring in, and the old stuff had not yet been vomited out, one wave after another, like a surging wave, endless. In an instant, the unfortunate Zhang Qi's face became hideous because of vomiting, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and he kept vomiting. While vomiting, he couldn't help cursing, and the curse was full of anger and helplessness. But at this moment, everyone who jumped down was vomiting, and no one cared about what he was cursing.

Thus, this chaotic scene forms a closed loop.

"Fuck, stop jumping, come down slowly, shit is splattering all over my mouth, ugh... Slow down, slow down..."

"Don't push me, I'm falling down, help me up, damn, don't run, ugh..."

"I'm almost full..."

As long as people kept jumping down, there would be people who kept "eating shit". Especially Pan Ye, Zhang Qi, Ma Dangxian, Xiaotian, and Qiao Liang who jumped down first, they felt that they were almost "full".

What they vomited out was stirred and scattered, and was then eaten by the people who jumped down behind them... The whole scene was so chaotic that it was unbearable to watch.

Seeing this scene, Deng Zhenhua, who was looking back at the front, couldn't help but complain: "These guys, are their heads stuck in the door? They can't even jump into a cesspool. I am ashamed of my identity as a pilot."

"Paratrooper, this is the eagle in the sky you mentioned, but in my opinion, it's a shit-eating eagle. At this height, it jumps down from the air, and doesn't even know to rush forward with eyes closed, standing still and eating the feces splashed by the people behind it." At this moment, Deng Zhenhua and others had already come ashore, standing by the pool, looking at the horrific "shit-eating" scene below, and commenting.

The paratrooper calmly ate the chicken drumstick and said, "This process is necessary. For pilots to become the strongest fighters, the road they need to take is more difficult than that of the navy and the army. I have proved it myself, so I am the air force ace who can endure the most hardships, and I can be regarded as their predecessor."

Wang Yanbing's mouth twitched, and he deliberately threw the dirt on the paratrooper's chicken leg. There was a hint of ridicule and provocation in his eyes, as if he wanted to see the paratrooper's reaction. But the paratrooper didn't care at all and continued to eat calmly. In their opinion, these dirty things no longer posed any psychological obstacles, but were just secondary digested food.

Their mentality has surpassed ordinary people's cognition and has reached a high level of adaptability to suffering and harsh environment.

"Comrade paratrooper, your air force is too weak. In my opinion, few people can stick to the boss's army training method." Wang Yanbing said with a smile, his smile containing a hint of disdain and doubt.

The paratrooper snorted in dissatisfaction: "What do you mean? Why can't the Air Force do it? They can definitely hold on and become the strongest special forces. I am standing here as a witness." There was a hint of anger and dissatisfaction in his eyes, and he stared at Wang Yanbing closely, as if challenging him.

"You are an outlier, they don't count."

"You have a good vision."

As everyone was chatting, Zhang Qi, who had jumped down first, finally got up. He was so weak and his legs were so soft that he almost had to crawl to the shore. After landing, he lay on the ground and continued to vomit. His hair was messy and stuck to his face, and his body was covered with feces and mud, looking miserable.

The paratrooper walked over and kicked him lightly: "Okay, stop pretending to be dead. It's just eating some shit. What's the psychological problem? This is food to help you digest. Change your concept and everything will be fine." There was an unquestionable toughness in his tone, as if telling Zhang Qi that all this was what he had to go through to become a special forces soldier.

"Hurry up and eat. This is just the beginning. Don't embarrass the Air Force."

"Okay..." Zhang Qi responded weakly, struggling to stand up and walked towards the rectangular table full of food. His steps were staggering, and every step he took seemed very difficult, as if he was carrying a heavy burden. However, when he saw the large bowl of yellow tofu on the table, the memories that he had just suppressed with great difficulty surged up again like a surging tide. The familiar stench and nauseating feeling instantly filled his mind, so he squatted in front of the table and vomited again.

The most terrifying thing was that experience told him that he absolutely could not use his hands to help at this time, because his hands were all dirty, and if he used his hands, it would definitely spray out directly. Anyone who tried would know. He could only squat there helplessly, letting his body vomit uncontrollably, his eyes filled with despair and pain.

Behind him, people also climbed up one by one. Their faces were full of fatigue and pain, and some were still retching, obviously still not recovering from the nightmare just now.

Chen Jun glanced at the other side of the river. There were still more than a dozen pilots there who had never had the courage to jump down and were looking at this side from afar. Their eyes were full of hesitation and fear. Looking at what was happening here, their hearts were full of struggle.

Seeing this, Chen Jun picked up the loudspeaker and shouted: "Pilots on the other side, you are all eliminated. Take your luggage and leave here immediately. This is a paradise for the brave, not for cowards."

These words made the faces of the dozen or so pilots who didn't have the courage to jump turn pale. One of them said loudly: "Commander, we are not afraid of training and can endure hardships, but we are not here to eat shit."

"Get out of here! You don't deserve to suffer here. I tell you, the first level of a special forces soldier is willpower, which is the ability to survive. Only with this can other abilities be trained. If you can't even overcome this problem in your heart, what kind of paratrooper are you? Get out of here! If such a person becomes a paratrooper and goes to the battlefield in the future, he will also bring trouble to his comrades and become a sinkhole."

"Do you know what a tiankeng is? It's when someone is shot and has no willpower and screams in agony, hindering their comrades from coming to rescue them and causing their own death." Chen Jun continued to speak loudly. His words were like a sharp blade, piercing these people's hearts.

"Report, Chief, we are not a sinkhole, and we will not become a sinkhole. We will jump in now. We just hesitated for a moment. We..." One of the pilots tried to save the situation, with a hint of panic and urgency in his voice.

Chen Jun interrupted him coldly: "Each chance to survive only lasts a dozen seconds, not to mention that you have already hesitated for several minutes. On the battlefield, the enemy will let you prepare for a few minutes, right? Get out of here now."

After that, Chen Jun picked up a gun and fired at the sky above the pilots' heads. The sound of gunfire echoed in the air, carrying a kind of deterrent force, as if to tell them that there was no room for hesitation or retreat.

At this point, it was too late for those hesitant pilots to regret. They paid a heavy price after all. In the next three years, they would not get any promotion opportunities and might even be transferred to other idle departments.

After these people left, Chen Jun turned around, looked at the people who were still vomiting, and said loudly: "How about it, do you have the courage to eat now? I said I would feed you, and I will definitely feed you."

"It's okay if you don't want to eat, but I have to remind you that the training ahead will be even harder. Without sufficient physical strength, you can only leave here like a coward."

"Admit that you are a coward and leave here. Otherwise, overcome your mental barriers and take the first step towards becoming a special forces soldier. It's your choice."

"Report, I want to become a special... Ugh..."