"You go in and get ready. We'll start the attack in five minutes. No problem, right?"
The flames roasted the whole lamb, its aroma already rich and charred, and cast a red glow across Yuan Lang's face.
"No problem."
Wang Yan bounced around a couple of times to loosen up, testing for any discomfort.
Seeing this, Yuan Lang asked with a smile, "First time wearing exercise gear?"
"I've only been in the army for a few months. But it'll be soon enough. I heard our army's holding an exercise next month—two divisions in field combat."
"Perfect. Get familiar with the gear here, so you don't get taken out by one shot the moment the exercise starts."
"I was planning to capture the commander alive."
Wang Yan replied with a grin, then picked up his QBZ-95 automatic rifle and swaggered into the dilapidated building used for routine offensive and defensive training.
Before long, the five minutes were up. A shrill whistle sounded outside, and the fully equipped special forces members split into several squads and entered the building from all directions.
Just then, a rumbling thud-thud-thud sounded. Wang Yan could not help peering out the window. A gunship helicopter was slowly lifting off and heading toward the rooftop. It was clearly preparing to rappel troops down, attacking from above and below at once, surrounding him and squeezing down his room to maneuver.
Wang Yan could not help laughing at Yuan Lang's utter lack of sportsmanship.
He really was strong, but what he had shown so far had not warranted this level of treatment. Yuan Lang knew that too. More likely, he wanted Wang Yan to experience a little despair and see how special forces operated.
The building was not small. It had plenty of space—enough to fit a thousand people, let