When the news of Blackstone Security's expansion spread, many security agencies and the army began to adjust their personnel.
Perhaps some people thought that "Black Rock Safety is an advanced military academy" was just a joke, but the officers in the Ministry of National Defense who were wearing summer military uniforms, enjoying the air conditioner, drinking coffee, and tidying their hair in front of the mirror suddenly realized why not?
The "World Security Assessment Report" submitted by the strategic command center pointed out that in the next six years, there would not be any large-scale war affecting multiple countries in the world.
Because in this process, each country had only completed the reconstruction work. They still needed to accumulate strength for a few years before they were qualified to start a new round of war.
This also meant that there was no opportunity to train soldiers in the short term.
Training soldiers was very important.
After the Ministry of Defense opened up their minds, they were not idle all day. They were also deducing and reflecting on what it meant to lose the opportunity to participate in the last world war.
It meant that 80% of the countries in the world had experienced the test of war. Whether they succeeded or failed in the end, at least they had been trained.
But the Federation did not. This would be a terrible problem. If the soldiers could not withstand the pressure, it was likely to cause a chain reaction.
This was like the "interesting things" that happened in the world war. The collapse of the soldiers on the front line was likely to directly trigger the fear of the soldiers on the back line.
If the soldiers on the front line could withstand the pressure, the soldiers on the back line who were preparing to go to the front line could also perform more bravely than usual.
The Federation urgently needed soldiers who had experienced war, as well as a commander.
Deductions were always deductions. In the deductions of the naval battle, the Federation's navy was able to defeat the Gefra's navy. If the submarines had made a contribution, the Federation would not have anything to do now.
Some of the more promising mid-level officers suddenly went through the formalities of retirement. Some of the elite soldiers in the army also retired. At the same time, each of them received a letter of recommendation from the Ministry of Defense.
"This is the so-called 'ticket'?"
Soldier Ryan, who had just returned home from the Marine Assault Team, took the letter of recommendation and came to the Blackstone Security training camp with his comrades after two days of rest.
The guard asked him to show the letter of recommendation. He took the letter of recommendation in his hand. His tone was full of ridicule. "My superior told me that the food here is good."
Ryan was considered a troublemaker in the Sealand Assault Team. His personal ability was very good, and he maintained the best results in all kinds of training.
In this era where there was no war, the results of training represented a person's military ability.
This might not represent a person's true military accomplishments, but it was something that couldn't be helped.
His outstanding ability made him a little dissatisfied with his new "mission." In his opinion, arranging for him to enter Blackstone Security was simply a waste of his ability.
He should have joined an overseas field unit and carried out missions all over the world, instead of working at Blackstone Security, even though the salary here was quite high.
The guard glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. There was no expression on his face. It was like a carved face, rigid and stiff.
After checking the letter, the guard tore off a corner of the letter and handed it back along with a tag. "You can go in now."
He didn't respond to Ryan's provocation. It was meaningless. He was also from the military and knew how difficult it was to deal with people with good military results. But it didn't matter.
No matter how difficult it was to deal with someone, in Blackstone Security, it would be easy to deal with them.
This wasn't the Federation Army. There were still strict regulations and rules. This was a private enterprise. The things that the military did not work here.
Seeing that the guard didn't accept his provocation, Ryan curled his lips and walked into the training ground with his backpack.
Looking at the familiar equipment, he wasn't nervous at all. He was already very familiar with these things. He could say that 90% of the people here weren't as good at it as he was at it.
After entering the camp, someone greeted him. After looking at his tag, the other party assigned him a tent. There were already some people living in it.
Everyone expressed a limited welcome to Ryan's arrival. They only glanced at Ryan before withdrawing their gazes.
Everyone was doing their own things. After they tidied up their beds, they went to adapt to the environment outside.
This place was still a little unfamiliar to them.
At noon, no one came to call them for lunch. This made some people a little restless. Ryan and his former comrades were also a little puzzled, but they thought that it might be because they were deliberately making things difficult for them.
There was a tradition in the military to deliberately make things difficult for new recruits. Sometimes, they would play pranks, and the new recruits could only silently endure it.
Most of the people who resisted did not have a good ending. This kind of deliberately making things difficult for new recruits was actually to let them understand who had the final say in the military (the superiors).
They were just hungry for a meal. Everyone could get through it. At night, there was finally a dinner order. However, when Ryan and the others arrived at the dining hall, they showed a disgusted expression when they saw their dinner.
"Heavenly Master, what … are these things?"
One of Ryan's comrades stood in front of the dining car. His eyes were about to pop out.
He looked at the food in the dining car and flipped it over with his fingers. Sticky blood was left on his fingers.
"Where's the chef? Did they forget to open the fire when they were making dinner? This is all f * cking raw!"
Yes, the dining car was filled with piles of meat from animals that they could not identify. None of them were cooked. They were all raw and cut into one-centimeter thick slices like steak.
Blood was still dripping from the bottom of the dining car. The pungent smell of blood filled the air. People who were close to the dining car could not help but take a few steps back.
The weather was so hot. In just a short while, there seemed to be a strange smell.
"Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Damn it, who can tell us what's going on?"
Some people started to make a ruckus. No one could get used to being given such food after starving for a day.
It was also at this time that the sound of neat leather boots hitting the ground came from outside. Accompanied by a shout, "Attention!" Everyone subconsciously puffed out their chests and raised their heads, looking at the entrance of the dining hall.
Next, a guy who looked to be around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old walked in. "You can call me by my name … or you can call me Major. I will be your commanding officer. I heard someone making a ruckus just now. Who can tell me what you were making a ruckus about?"
To be able to become a major in his thirties, this guy must have an amazing background. The new employees in the dining hall were very unhappy, but they did not show it. They knew what kind of place the military was. The military rank represented everything.
No one made a sound. The other party did not seem to have any intention of letting them go. In this stalemate, Ryan stood up. "Reporting, Sir. We are discussing how to solve the problem of dinner."
The major looked at him. "What's your name?"
"Ryan, Sir."
"Very good, Ryan. Now we have entered the enemy's territory. This area is full of enemy sentries. We are also at a disadvantage in terms of military strength. At the same time, we need to complete the difficult task of hiding for a long time or passing through enemy territory without being discovered by the enemy."
"May I ask, how are you going to solve the problem of dinner now?"
Ryan replied without hesitation, "I can bring more food, Sir!"
"You've finished the food you brought."
"I can eat fruits and some plant leaves, Sir!"
"There are some poisonous plants near you. You don't know how to distinguish them."
"I can …"
Before Ryan could finish, the major raised his hand to stop him. Then, he looked at his adjutant. "Same problem. How are you going to solve it?"
The adjutant turned around and walked to the dining car. He picked a piece of raw meat that looked slightly drier, cut it into strips with the dagger he carried with him, and then swallowed it.
"I will eat this meat, Sir!"
The major nodded with satisfaction. "Very good …" When he looked at the others again, he said, "This is your dinner. You can choose not to eat the raw meat, but tomorrow morning, we will be doing 20 kilometers of full weight cross-country. I hope you have the strength to do it.
"If anyone falls behind and can't do it, you can be discharged for real!
Now, dismissed … "
After the officer left, the people in the dining hall stared at the raw meat in the dining car in a daze. Some of them even retched. In this era, even steaks had to be well-done. Who the hell liked to eat raw meat?
Ryan spent the first day with diarrhea and vomiting.
The next day, at eight o 'clock in the morning, Ryan came to the field a little dispirited. Next was the full weight cross-country. What made Ryan's scalp tingle was that he carried ten pounds more than the others.
He looked at the officers and clenched his fists. "Report, Sir."
The major looked at him and motioned for him to continue.
"Why am I carrying ten pounds more than the others, Sir?!"
A troublemaker always had his advantages. Even in the face of a commanding officer, he dared to resist. He had to figure out the reason why he was treated differently from the others.
If they really wanted to use him to establish their authority, or if they had any opinions about him, he didn't care whether he continued to work here or not.
Looking at Ryan's arrogant face, the major's answer was unexpected.
"You said yesterday that you brought more food. Now, I'll give you a chance. The extra ten pounds is the extra food you brought. Is there a problem?"
After three to five seconds, Ryan answered loudly, "No, Sir!"
The major nodded. "Very good. Does anyone else have a problem?"
No one made a sound.
"I have to remind you that we're now in enemy territory. Anything that could expose us is not advisable.
"You may think that I'm making things difficult for you, but in fact, this is a real case that we encountered in Amelia. We're surrounded by anti-government armed forces. If we're exposed, we'll be surrounded by countless enemies and then wiped out.
"I have to be responsible for your future. I'd rather you be eliminated here than die on the battlefield.
"This is not a drill in a military base, nor is it military training. We're about to go out for a military mission with live ammunition. Every one of you may die there, including me.
"The only thing I can do now is to give you as many chances to survive as possible and to master more means and abilities to save yourselves."
After the major finished speaking, his gaze lingered on the faces of every soldier for a moment. "Let's go!"