winter in greenland

Spring 2018.Denmark, Viborg.

The helicopter wobbled on the apron next to the training ground. Dan was warming up with his comrades on the runway. When he heard the movement, he glanced in the direction of the apron, only to see a figure jumping out from the open hatch. The colonel of the base is waiting there.

His application to Hunter was approved in January. Because of his excellent training results, the training officer at the original base wrote a recommendation for him for the first time.

The hunter's training items and intensity have more than doubled than before. In the first month, he finished training every day during the day, and at night he listened to the classroom at the base with other newcomers, the use of various firearms and equipment, new tactics... ...I often go back to the dormitory and fall asleep. There is only one thought in my mind, which is not to be eliminated. If I stay here, I have no time to think about other things.It wasn't until March that he felt he could keep up with the rest of the base.

He doesn't think this kind of life is boring, but he can feel a little bit of interesting taste - this is a brand new level of life, a brand new world.

"Hey, I heard that there is another newcomer here, a top student who graduated from the Army Academy."

"It doesn't matter who he is, he has to peel off his skin when he gets here."

Two teammates ran past, and the sound of conversation floated into Dan's ears.He smiled secretly and didn't think about it any more.

Before dinner, the training officer asked everyone to gather at the training ground and brought the newcomers over.

Dan was really taken aback when he saw the man's face clearly: it was none other than his former comrade-in-arms and roommate, Ralph.

Looking around the crowd, the training officer called Dan's name: "Sergeant Dan Smithton, come out!"

Dan responded and stepped out of the team without looking sideways.

"Take Sergeant Ralph Lewis to run through all the events on the training ground, and report to my office before 8 o'clock."

"Yes!"

"The others disband!"

After everyone on the training ground had dispersed, Dan dropped his fixed expression, turned around and punched Ralph on the shoulder: "You can, why did you suddenly think of coming here?"

Ralph also showed a bright smile on his face: "Maybe it's like you said, challenge yourself?"

Dan couldn't help laughing: "Let's go, I'll take you through the daily training process."

As the sun set, a layer of golden burrs was applied to all the training equipment. After going up and down the training hook ladder twice, Dan jumped down from the ladder about 3 meters above the ground, with his narrow waist stretched. It was extremely tight and landed in front of the barbed wire training ground next to it, and Ralph followed closely behind him.

Sweat glistened on the ends of his hair, reflecting the setting sun in the distance. At that moment, there seemed to be light in his eyes.

……

More than 3000 kilometers away, Greenland, the base of Port Ferringe.

Spring has already revealed some clues in the sky. Although it is less than 7 o'clock, the sky has gradually darkened. The sky in the distance is a very clear dark blue color, and the breeze blowing on the face reveals the unique warmth of spring. .

The cafeteria of the base is full of enthusiasm. Today is the day when the vice-captain of Sirius retires, and it is also the day when the new team members who participated in the training camp this year report to the base. There were two cases of unopened beer on the side.

The vice-captain stepped forward amidst the noise of the crowd, and took out a bottle of beer from the box: "I have been in Sirius for nearly 8 years, and I respect everyone for this bottle today. Whether it is the original teammates or the new members , I thank you all for choosing this place, which is known as the world's most fucking special forces training base. We all understand the meaning of our defense here, and understand the responsibilities on our shoulders, and I am proud of you!"

As he spoke, he raised his head and blew on the bottle of beer.

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and then a burst of warm cheers erupted. Everyone picked up the wine bottles in front of them one after another.

Amidst the noise, August picked up the bottle and touched Arthur next to him.

Arthur looked at a small group of people not far away with some absent-mindedness: "Is there a newcomer this year?"

August followed his gaze and nodded, "Yes."

"I think that person looks familiar." Arthur pointed to one of the crowd.

August narrowed his eyes and looked for a while: "Heath? Eblon, I read some of their resumes this afternoon, and they seem to be our alumni."

Arthur suddenly realized: "No wonder, then I have to ask him if Colonel Garcia of the combat command department is still so irritable and irritable." He stood up while talking.

August couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't stop him. He picked up the wine bottle in his hand and took a sip. His eyes turned out of the window with nothing to do - the sky had completely darkened.