Karl was now very curious about how Qin Feng and his team resisted the war noise.
After all, after such long training, they were the first to escape the war noise, and even beat the instructors.
Even for him, if he had to endure war noise exceeding 120 decibels without prior preparation, he would be severely injured.
So he was very eager to figure it out.
Upon hearing Karl's question, all eyes immediately fell on Qin Feng, especially the instructors who had been beaten by Qin Feng and his team, their gazes were even more ardent.
Qin Feng looked at all the eyes cast upon him and replied loudly, "Report, instructor, we resisted the war noise by singing our national anthem."
"The more we sang our national anthem, the more passionate we became, directly unleashing our potential, thus we withstood the war noise."
Karl was somewhat taken aback by Qin Feng's words, but upon reflection, it made sense.
Yan Guo was an ancient country with a thousand-year history, and they indeed possessed their own mysteries.
Unlike Karl's surprise, the special forces from other countries fell silent upon hearing Qin Feng's words.
They had all heard the Yan Guo national anthem to some extent, and such a song could indeed stimulate potential, but it only stimulated people from their own country. Perhaps this was the difference.
The special forces from other countries fell silent, but the special forces from the Japanese nation's eyes blazed with anger.
Because they thought too much, thinking that the other party was looking down on their country's national anthem.
Instantly, the Japanese special forces' eyes turned red, their fists clenched, making cracking sounds.
Before the Japanese special forces' fists could make cracking sounds for long, Karl suddenly said, "Sing it with me sometime, let me experience it too!"
"Yes!" Qin Feng responded powerfully and crisply.
"Alright, you can go have breakfast. The rest of you start training. You're all a bunch of good-for-nothings; even wasting food on you is a waste."
The first half was directed at Qin Feng's group, while the latter half was for the other special forces.
Thus, while the special forces from other countries were being brutally tormented, Qin Feng and his five companions enjoyed a delicious breakfast.
It truly was a turn of fortunes, and one never knew whose turn it would be next.
Following this, Qin Feng and his team underwent intense training and learning.
One course every three days, followed by an assessment, and occasional jungle escape drills.
However, learning was not safe either, with various jungle explosives, and a single misstep could lead to death or injury.
In just three days, more than twenty people had died, most of them reduced to bloody pulp by explosions.
After all, they had all signed waiver forms, and the Warrior Academy bore no responsibility for life or death.
However, after witnessing too many bloody and gruesome scenes of explosions, someone finally couldn't bear the intense training and chose to give up and withdraw from the program.
They didn't want to die here; they still wanted to go home alive to see their families.
However, amidst a group of trembling individuals, there was one particularly outstanding person, and that was Qin Feng.
Qin Feng was the most special among everyone. He was special because he studied desperately every day, squeezing his rest time to less than three hours. Everyone felt he was almost becoming a robot.
However, Qin Feng's learning ability and comprehension were also the strongest among everyone. Even the principal of the Warrior Academy, the chief instructor Karl, couldn't help but sigh.
It was a waste of such a person to be a soldier, a huge waste! He was destined for research. Given enough time and research conditions, Karl believed that Qin Feng would achieve astonishing results, and winning a Nobel Prize would be a simple matter of course.
To describe Qin Feng in Karl's words, it would be just a few words: a complete lunatic.
Through intense study, Qin Feng's unknown aspects were constantly being filled.
From firearms, heavy weaponry, professional skills, combat techniques, communication... and more, Qin Feng mastered them all.
In the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
At this moment, the remaining trainees were gathered on the training ground.
Karl swept his sharp gaze over everyone and said, "Congratulations, you have survived this period of training. Next, I will arrange a death game for you."
"Special nerve sensitizing potion, you must have heard of it, right!"
After Karl finished speaking, he glanced at everyone's expressions, then continued, "Special nerve sensitizing potion. This is the most commonly used interrogation method for modern agents and spies. Injecting 6cc can make life worse than death, 8cc can cause pain to the point of unconsciousness, and 10cc can lead to poisoning and unconsciousness, even death."
"Of course, to give you a sense of purpose, if any of you can endure up to 10cc, I can have your country's flag raised to the highest, even for a whole day. This is an honor for your country."
"Now, who's next?"
As soon as Karl's words fell, the crowd erupted in an uproar.
Are you crazy!
That was a substance banned by the Geneva Convention, deemed too inhumane and no longer considered part of training.
"How can you use such a thing? It will cause great damage to our nerves!"
"A bunch of devils!"
"Madmen! Gambling their entire lives for national honor?"
"Only a fool would do that!"
"..."
Upon hearing this, the special forces from other countries' faces changed drastically. They had not experienced the effects of such a drug, but they also didn't want to. After all, it was banned by the Geneva Convention, and one could imagine it wouldn't be that simple.
Ratta-tat-tat...
A burst of intense gunfire swept over their heads and at their feet.
Ah!
One unlucky fellow was hit in the leg by a ricocheting bullet and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
The instructors standing nearby immediately rushed over and dragged him away, leaving a long blood trail on the ground as proof of his presence.
Seeing this, for a moment, no one dared to speak again.
The threat of death instantly loomed over their heads. No one knew if the other party would throw another grenade near them.
At this moment, they finally understood why they had been asked to write waiver forms at the beginning.
Karl cast a contemptuous glance at everyone and said, "What? No one dares to step forward and challenge?"
"Don't talk to me about the Geneva Convention here. When you are captured by the enemy, do you think the enemy will be merciful? Don't be ridiculous, they will only use various methods on you. Therefore, you only have two choices: either endure, or go to meet God."
Everyone fell silent at this point.
Indeed, what the chief instructor said was true. When dealing with those 'people,' one shouldn't expect them to abide by any Geneva Convention.
Just as Qin Feng was about to step forward, he was stopped by He Chenguang.
"I'll do it!"