Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

   Chapter 491 Selection 1

  Rez Vazquez is a Marine Corps veteran who followed Fang Lang very early and went to Germany. Because he participated in several battles, he became the sergeant squad leader.

   Before joining the army, Rez Vazquez was just the son of a serf on an ordinary farm in the central plateau of Brazil. Having participated in the European War, he was transferred to the Marine Corps formed by Fang Lang.

  As a veteran who participated in the European War, he has his own pride. An army soldier was transferred to the newly formed Marine Corps, which made him very uncomfortable, and even had a feeling of resistance.

   But in the First Fleet, he had a completely different experience from the original Brazilian army. Here, he didn't need to use his meager military salary to bribe his superiors, and there would never be any situation where his superiors withheld military salary.

  Even Your Excellency the General will give them different standards of allowances according to their respective performances, and the money will be distributed to the account opened for them by Your Excellency the General at the Development Bank of Brazil.

Although he knew that His Majesty the General would not deceive them, he still couldn't help but take his passbook every month and go to the counter of the Brazilian Development Bank to check his balance. Looking at the bank account, he couldn't even think about it deposits, Rez Vazquez can often wake up laughing in his sleep.

  Because his team was transferred to Germany with Zhuang Xintian and participated in the excavation of German treasures, all of them made a fortune after returning home.

Together with his comrades, he bought a newly built three-storey small western-style building near the naval base in the urban area of ​​Natal, and bought his serf parents, younger brothers and sisters who lived in the central plateau of Brazil from the farmers. .

  Parents went to work in a factory in Natal, because his parents are members of the military. Working in the factory is easy and earns money. This is a special privilege for being a member of the military.

  The younger brother and sister were sent to the new military children's school in Natal, and his family has undergone earth-shaking changes. All these changes were because he followed a good officer, and he knew it very well.

Therefore, he is very grateful to his boss, General Fang Lang. Whether in the barracks or outside the barracks, he will never allow anyone to say a bad word about General Fang Lang. If he hears it, he will definitely rush up without hesitation , Let him know how hard his fist is.

  According to his current situation, in fact, he can choose to become a rich man after retiring, and live his own life in peace and stability. But besides serving as a soldier, he has no other skills. When he thinks about his life after retirement, he feels a little anxious.

  If he can't be promoted to an officer this year, he will have to change careers and leave the army. But apart from the last battle of Fernando de Noronha Islands, there is no war to fight now, and naturally there is no chance of meritorious service and promotion.

Of course, even after he leaves 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 chief of the Marine Corps also talked to him, and he can choose After retiring from the army, he was directly recommended to enter the Brazilian Police University to study, and he became a policeman after graduation.

But he didn't want to leave the barracks. He clearly remembered that General Fang once said that if the soldiers of the Marine Corps have outstanding training results and can be selected into the Navy's special tactics research team and become regular members, they can obtain the official rank of second lieutenant and become a member of the Marine Corps. Official officer of the Marine Corps.

  In this way, he can stay in the Marine Corps and fight for General Fang without being discharged.

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 hero that even the American instructors are amazed by. warrior.

But General Fang didn't know if he was too busy, or he forgot to set up the special tactics research team that he had promised at the beginning, and he didn't organize the selection all the time. Not facing retirement, this is what he is unwilling to accept.

   Fortunately, the selection he had been looking forward to had finally arrived, which made him unable to rest well for two consecutive nights.

  The selection is based on the principle of voluntary registration. When they were still on the transport ship, officers had already come to collect their registration wishes. Looking at the long list on the registration form, Rez Vazquez felt a little headache.

  He had already guessed that many people would sign up to participate, because after the intensive training, there were still many fighters like him who did not take a break, but kept training silently, just waiting for this opportunity.

  But he didn't expect so many people to sign up for the election. There are nearly 2,000 members of the Marine Corps with a total of 2,500 people.

  Almost everyone in his platoon had signed up, which made him very nervous. For this reason, he had to force himself to seize every minute and every second of rest.

  Because he has participated in the European war, he knows the importance of recharging his 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's special tactics research team were gathered in a separate camp.

  If the jungle warfare training camp can be called a reduced version of the field camp, this separate camp cannot actually be called a camp at all.

  Because this is actually just a slightly flat wilderness in the dense primitive jungle, and there is not even a place suitable for queuing, you can see that the conditions are difficult.

  The first thing after entering the camp is to set up a tent by yourself. Fortunately, for them who have undergone rigorous training, this kind of thing is just pediatrics.

  But Rez Vazquez saw the meaning of gloating in the eyes of the soldiers of the guard company who supervised their tent construction, which gave him a very bad premonition.

  Yes, because there are no real members of the special tactics research team, the people responsible for the selection are the soldiers of these generals' guard companies.

  Rez Vazquez's very bad premonition came true very quickly. After a day of hard work building the camp, everyone was exhausted, and everyone fell asleep early.

Just as Rez Vazquez was sleeping soundly, violent machine gun fire suddenly sounded in his ears. Before he could react to what happened, the tent was filled with choking smoke, which made people feel uncomfortable. I couldn't open my eyes and kept coughing.

   For a while, everyone in the tent was in a mess, and Rez Vazquez immediately realized that the selection had begun.

  All soldiers of the Marine Corps have participated in emergency assembly training, but most of the training at that time was to wake everyone up from sleep through the emergency assembly whistle.

   But there is indeed real gunfire and choking smoke bombs here. Some soldiers who have not participated in actual combat even want to rush out of the tent without even putting on their clothes.

  As the sergeant squad leader, Rez Vazquez quickly suppressed the choking smoke and reminded loudly:

   "Everyone, don't run around, this is an emergency gathering, and the selection has officially begun."

   There was a choking smell in the pitch-black tent, and Rez Vazquez's eyes couldn't help but start to react, and tears naturally filled his eyes.

  He didn't have time to think about it, and while reminding everyone, he quickly arranged his clothes. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his clothes, he grabbed the rifle beside the bed and rushed out of the tent.

   Rez Vazquez, who rushed out of the tent, found that, as he expected, there was a guy wearing a gas mask outside the tent, holding a light machine gun and shooting at the sky non-stop.

   There was a bonfire burning in the open space in the middle of the camp, and a group of distressed Marines had already gathered in front of the bonfire.

  The guy with the gas mask probably saw him fully equipped, so he just roared at him:

   "Why are you still looking at me? The sound of gunfire is an order, don't you understand?"

   After speaking, he wanted to kick him, but fortunately, he dodged it nimbly. 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.

   These words are not enough to tickle him when he has experienced vicious curses from American instructors.

When he quickly rushed to the bonfire, the flat land they had just sorted out during the day, he saw the fleet commander, General Fang, standing in front of the bonfire with a serious face, looking up at the watch on his hand. timing.

  Looking at the soldiers who were slowly gathering around, Rez Vazquez quietly 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 when he was secretly rejoicing, less than a minute passed, General Fang put down his left hand and stopped the timer. Seriously said:

"time up!"

  An officer who had been standing next to General Fang took out a flare gun and fired it into the sky with a bang. The entire camp was illuminated bright red. The guys with gas masks who had been standing at the entrances of the tents stopped the people who were about to rush out of the tents after seeing the signal flares.

  Rez Vazquez understood that those guys who didn't arrive at the assembly point within the stipulated time were eliminated. Glancing at the soldiers gathered near the bonfire, he guessed in his heart that at least two layers of soldiers had lost their chance.

   Soon some military officers began to call out commands to let everyone at the assembly point organize their teams. When everyone's team was sorted out, someone began to check everyone's equipment in the team.

Some people were not wearing hats, some were not carrying weapons, some were not buttoning their clothes, some were not tying their shoelaces, in short, all kinds of reasons were picked out by the person in charge of the inspection. .

   These people were rounded up to the side, and Rez Vazquez understood that these people were also eliminated.

  At this moment, he felt unprecedented pressure. In just one emergency assembly, people from the third floor were directly eliminated.

   Then someone gave each of them a backpack and asked them to fill it with ten kilograms of stones from a huge pile of rocks. Start fully armed off-road with heavy loads.

  In the dark night, the 20 kilometers of fully armed cross-country is a challenge that they have not tried during the training of the Marine Corps. Rez Vazquez didn't have any complaints, silently put on his backpack and started cross-country according to the instructor's guidance.

   This means that after a reasonable dietary supplement in the Marine Corps, everyone has overcome the problem of night blindness, and there is a torch at a certain distance to point out the direction for everyone.

   But this cross-country route, which was obviously excavated temporarily, also made Rez Vazquez suffer a lot. By the time he circled the flag, got a small card that marked the middle point, and ran back to the camp, the sky was already bright.

  An officer at the gate of the camp was pinching the clock to time the time, and several soldiers were checking the small cards of the returning soldiers and weighing the weight of the backpack.

  A few sneaky soldiers were dragged aside, dejectedly complaining about themselves.

   Fortunately, Rez Vazquez didn't have the habit of sneaking and playing tricks. He glanced at those people with some disdain, just when he thought he could rest after arriving smoothly.

The instructors signaled him to continue running, and after turning around a small forest, 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 it. In his hand, he signaled to start the shooting assessment.

  Rez Vazquez looked at the soldier beside him in disbelief, and with his hands that were a little out of control due to strenuous exercise, he took the equipment handed over by the other party, and wanted to say something to the other party.

   But the soldier didn't even look at him. He took out a chronograph pocket watch from his pocket and walked to the shooting position to start timing. He reminded indifferently:

   "Please shoot the bullet in your hand to target No. 45 within two minutes. If you hit the target with less than 15 bullets, you will be eliminated."

  (end of this chapter)