Chapter 196: Exercise with Extremely High ‘Mortality Rate’

Mo Qiong and You Xin rushed to the clouds over there and saw a dark shadow in the rolling clouds.

If you look carefully, you can see a big gun sticking out from the lowest end of the cloud, and a small half of his head is also outside. It is Alexander.

He was holding a large sniper, crawling in the clouds, and seemed to be aiming at somewhere on the island.

"Bang!"

After firing out a shot, he stood still for a while before jumping out of it.

"Did you hit it?" Mo Qiong asked.

"The target on the second floor of the No. 1 training ground was shot from memory. It was separated by two walls. If I hit it or not, it depends on my luck." Alexander said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard his teammates shouting in the headset: "Hit! Hit!"

Alexander smiled and said: "It seems that you are lucky."

"Awesome." Mo Qiong smiled. This kind of sniping through walls was one of his best shooting skills. It was difficult not to hit the target. He was only superficially interested in this skill.

"I heard you were looking for me?" Mo Qiong asked.

Alexander nodded and said, "Do you know what to train for in the third year?"

"Actual combat?" Mo Qiong asked.

"Yes, and this is an actual containment battle. We are directly facing the contained objects." Alexander spoke in a complicated tone.

Both Mo Qiong and You Xin noticed that although he looked more calm, he clearly felt like he was carrying a heavy burden and pressure.

"Someone sacrificed?" Mo Qiong asked.

"That's not true. At critical moments, the instructors and even the mobile team will take action to clear the containment objects or tell me how to deal with them," Alexander said.

Mo Qiong and You Xin looked at each other. Since the instructor finally came forward to smooth things over, and even directly explained the countermeasures, it showed that the club knew how to smooth things over, and the contained object was still under containment.

"Loss of initiative?" Mo Qiong said.

"Yes, the contained objects encountered in actual combat are of course already contained by the agency, but they are unknown to us," Alexander said.

This is easy to understand. Actual combat must involve actual combat. The past two years of training have given them the same physical fitness and skills as formal members. What they lack is just experience.

Some experiences were taught in the cultural classes over the past two years, but after all, they were just words on paper. They had to be allowed to actually deal with several containment incidents.

Otherwise, how can a group of new recruits dare to use it directly with confidence?

And since it is an actual combat like an exercise, it is natural that we cannot really face unknown contained objects, otherwise it will be no different from using it directly. Seedlings that have been cultivated with a large amount of resources cannot die so easily in the exercise.

Carefully prepare to release the contained abnormal objects, arrange the entire area, and restore the scene as much as possible when it was originally contained, or simply redesign the scene by the club itself.

It's like setting a difficult problem and handing it over to the third-year preparatory club members to solve. It's unknown to them, but it's safe for the club. They know how to re-contain it, and someone can come to the rescue at any time.

"Then why are you so stressed?" Mo Qiong asked.

Alexander said: "Because I sacrificed every time..."

Mo Qiong was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this should be considered a sacrifice, that is, he would have died if the instructor did not save him.

Alexander sighed: "I have experienced six containment missions in the past six months, and I 'died' six times. Do you know what this means? It means that if I become a real member of the society and participate in truly unknown containment missions, I would just die on the first mission..."

Mo Qiong said in shock: "You are the number one in our class."

This is so surprising. Except for his shooting, which is stabilized by Mo Qiong, Alexander is not weaker than him in other aspects, and is even slightly stronger than him in some aspects.

He died six times in a row during actual combat exercises. Was this because the mission was too difficult, or was he just too unlucky?

Alexander smiled bitterly and said: "Rankings are meaningless. In fact, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Among the six missions, I only died once due to a mistake, and the remaining five were all forced to die. I would not persist until the end." , the mission is likely to fail.”

"This shows that your death is meaningful. Was the mission successful?" Mo Qiong asked.

"Four times, I was successfully admitted. I was just a newbie in the team at first. The two failures were due to a major change in the team, and many new people came in because they were inexperienced," Alexander said.

"Newcomer?" Mo Qiong asked in shock.

Alexander smiled and said: "During the third year of special training, our original groups were completely broken up. People from different groups joined together to form actual combat teams. The captains of the teams, who are about to enter the third year of actual combat, Newcomers' selection of rising stars added."

"Is there a large turnover of personnel? Do you have to leave your team after being judged to have been sacrificed?" Mo Qiong asked.

Alexander shook his head and said: "No, no, no, I will be resurrected next time to participate in a new mission. I don't need to leave the team. The reason why there is a large turnover of personnel is that people from different groups graduate in sequence."

"However, the 'mission fatality rate' of the actual combat exercise is actually higher than the real situation. On the one hand, we are inexperienced, and on the other hand, the containment objects in the exercise are carefully selected, so we have to sacrifice someone every time . In a real containment operation, it is very likely that two members can easily solve the problem, or there may be a situation where dozens of members fail to solve it.”

"In general, the actual mortality rate is only about half of the exercise. After all, the containment objects with extremely high containment difficulty are still extremely rare. It's just that the upper and lower limits of danger are high. In real life, any extreme situation may happen."

Mo Qiong understood. If a lot of people really died every time, then there would be no point in their training, and the Blue and White Society would have no meaning to exist.

In the exercise, the experience is a compromise, neither the best nor the worst.

But even so, being judged dead six times really makes people feel stressed.

Now Alexander's third year of training is halfway through. If it is still the same in the subsequent missions, the psychological pressure will be greater after graduation.

"Can you tell me? To what extent is the actual combat training simulated?" Mo Qiong asked.

Alexander said: "Of course, I came here for this... Let's land first."

At this time, a plane landed from a distance, and he immediately took the lead and jumped towards the direction of the airport.

Why do people always train in this area? Why did Mo Qiong know that Alexander must be here when he heard that Alexander was looking for him?

It was precisely because the airport was in the north and the routes were familiar to everyone. When everyone was tired and wanted to save effort to go back, they just hung on the plane and took advantage of the wind.

The three of them slid diagonally towards the ground, and the plane landed behind them. They just took advantage of the situation and were sucked on the outer shell with a bang through the power suit.

The most difficult part was the contact, sliding all the way from the nose to the tail, but it was convenient afterwards, just climbed to a comfortable place, relying on friction to suck themselves, and just took a ride.

The three of them were seen lying on the wing on one side, with their backs to the wind, continuing the previous topic.

It was very noisy on the wing, but you could still hear loudly if you got close.

The newcomers in the cabin were dumbfounded from the window: What the hell, there are still tickets for hanging on the plane of Extreme Island?

The three of them hung on the plane, not caring about the opinions of the people in the plane.

Alexander shouted, "In the third year of special training, each team has an average of about ten people, all of whom are reserve members. The team I joined is called Darwin Team. At first, the captain was a student from Group 3 in 2017. He graduated after leading me in one mission and handed over the captaincy to a student from Group 5. Later, that person led me in four missions and graduated, and handed over the captaincy to a member from Group 7."

"In addition to the captain, others will also graduate or complete the course after three years... Every time a group of people leave the team, they need to be supplemented to at least ten people. The captain asked me if I had any recommendations, and I mentioned you two."

At this point, how could Mo Qiong not understand that he was going to be chosen.

"Mo Qiong, and You Xin, after you finish the exam, join my team. The current captain of our Darwin team is the top student in Group 7 last year, and there are six senior students in the team... In addition, from seventy years ago to now, the graduation rate of the Darwin team has always been in the top ten in the club..." Alexander said proudly.

"You guy, I thought you came back to see us, but you are here to lobby?" You Xin rolled his eyes while lying on the plane.

Mo Qiong was also a little speechless. He was worried that Alexander was under too much pressure, but he suddenly changed the subject and recommended it to him.

"Do I have a choice?" Mo Qiong asked.

"I won't hide it from you. You two are definitely the objects that every team is fighting for, so you can really choose the team in turn. Think about it, you two, plus me and our captain, the Darwin team will gather the first of four groups..." Alexander said.

Mo Qiong curled his lips and said, "You said earlier that the ranking is meaningless..."

"It still... still has some meaning." Alexander blinked.

"Okay, don't talk to me about graduation rate. There are about ten people in a team, and ten teams have a hundred people. What are you talking about the top ten graduation rates? I'm afraid there are only ten teams in total, right?" Mo Qiong said.

Alexander smiled and said, "I can't fool you. Actually, the graduation rate of each team is similar. The key is performance rather than results. Although I died six times, the instructor still has a high evaluation of me."

"However, the stronger the teammates, the better. We know each other better, so we don't have to choose strangers as teammates."

Mo Qiong smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I promise you. Darwin team, right? Where do you train?"

"Africa." Alexander said.

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ps: Sorry, I dreamed that I had two daughters at night. I wanted a daughter so much... When I woke up, I suddenly realized that I only had one son. I felt empty in my heart, as if I had lost my child... Only one chapter today. I will update three chapters tomorrow.