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"Uh, he's a strange coward. He looks harmless on the surface, but he's definitely a sleazy bastard," this was how everyone who knew Jason evaluated him.
Jason's nature is indeed quite lecherous.
Jason, with an average appearance and a slightly chubby physique, liked to hang around girls in school. He always claimed to be a descendant of the famous Daming Beggar, but unfortunately, no one paid him any attention. Nevertheless, he persisted in his behavior.
He is patient in his actions and always finds unconventional solutions to problems. From the fact that Jason joined the army, one can see that his mind is indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
The sole reason he joined the military was surprisingly to lose weight.
For Jason, there were actually many reasons. Firstly, he felt he was very lazy, to the point where it was unacceptable. So, he decided to make a fresh start. Secondly, he felt he was overweight. Since leaving school, he had gained over twenty kilograms. If he gained twenty kilograms a year, he couldn't imagine what he would be like in ten years. Thirdly, he is really not a person with perseverance and endurance. If no one supervises him, the weight loss plan probably wouldn't last a day. Therefore, seeing the world at peace, Jason resolutely joined the army. During the military physical examination, a beautiful female military doctor found that this fat man had physical strength that was very incompatible with his body. He ran very fast, moved very quickly, and had surprisingly good endurance. Jason proudly said, "Beauty, my family has passed down a set of light work - 'Wanli Duxing,' a fast knife, and 365 moves in the bedroom." The female military doctor nodded and waved her hand, throwing this descendant of Tian Boguang into the special training team. "Tian Boguang, right? Tease me, be prepared to endure hardships." Jason certainly isn't a descendant of Tian Boguang; he just worships that pervert. However, in terms of talent, his speed and endurance are indeed outstanding.
Once in the special training team, Jason learned about the consequences of his loose tongue, which were quite serious. The special training team is a special talent training camp of the Leray Federation military. Any new recruits with special abilities are placed in this camp, undergo intensive training, and then are assigned to suitable positions where they can make use of their specialties. Some people have strong computational abilities, and as long as they pass the training camp without being eliminated, they can enter the Operations Planning Department or Logistics Management Department and utilize their extraordinary computing skills. Computers cannot calculate everything, but these people can. There are also those with keen noses, sharp ears, strong sixth senses, exceptionally strong bodies, great strength, dexterous hands, or outstanding academic achievements in a certain subject at school. Such individuals usually get assigned to departments where they can best utilize their specialties after the training ends.
Jason was assigned to the reconnaissance training squadron for training.
"Current technology levels can almost monitor all specified targets. Please note, this refers to designated targets; if the target isn't specified or its location unknown, monitoring isn't feasible. This work can only be accomplished by scouts. Particularly in ground combat, scouts play a crucial role. Despite the strength of high-altitude reconnaissance planes, spy satellites, and outer-space reconnaissance vessels, there are still situations where authenticity cannot be discerned. Modern electronic technology can create many illusions to deceive radars and cameras in the sky; all that's needed is a jamming transmitter. Plus, control of the skies is crucial in warfare; without scouts, it becomes impossible to fight.
Scouts?
This posed a life-threatening challenge for Jason. Can Jason handle such a dangerous job? Not at all! For Jason, life is the most precious thing. He wouldn't put himself in harm's way for any reason. Greed, lust, cowardice, and fear of death are common traits among Jason's generation. Jason, however, is more straightforward and worse than most people. Round after round of persuasion didn't change Jason's mind. He was stubborn as a mule and refused to join the scout training squadron.
But things weren't under Jason's control. Once in the military, could a new recruit have a say? The scout instructor's beating thoroughly dispelled Jason's determination to resist.
Before beating him, the instructor asked, "Why don't you want to be a scout?"
"Scouts are too dangerous, I'm afraid of death."
"Good, either become a scout and die, or I'll beat you to death right now."
Crack, bang...
"Are you going or not?"
"I'm going!"
He who knows the current situation is a hero.
"Bah, scum. Dragging along instead of walking willingly," the burly instructor muttered as he left.
Jason struggled on the ground, trying hard to find happiness for himself. He thought, "Damn, it's peacetime. Joining the reconnaissance training camp is just that, not joining the reconnaissance battalion to fight. Why be afraid?"
"After I master the scout skills, Instructor, I'll take on ten with one hand!"
A typical moral victory.
So he happily got up from the ground and reported to the instructor.
That's how Jason entered the reconnaissance training camp. His training was rigorous. The bear-like instructor followed him every day; any sign of slacking off led to severe beatings. Jason himself had a knack for reconnaissance training subjects. Moreover, fundamentally, he had a bit of Tian Boguang's rogue spirit. Therefore, after a year of training, his performance was outstanding. In field survival, camouflage, infiltration, long-distance marches, and other aspects, even the instructors couldn't match him. When his hand-to-hand combat skills reached a very high level, the bear instructor began carrying a knife with him every day. After much painful contemplation, Jason finally didn't dare to resist.
Just as Jason was about to graduate from the training camp, he cunningly found a way to avoid being assigned to the reconnaissance battalion. Besides training, Jason frequently visited the mechanical maintenance camp.
"Once you complete training, you can do whatever you want. As long as you don't cause trouble, you're free to do as you please," said the scout instructor. In the instructor's eyes, few could handle the daily overload of scout training and still have energy for other tasks.
Those selected for the mechanical maintenance camp had nimble hands. They weren't ordinary mechanics; what they learned was much more profound than typical repair work, be it on aircraft carriers, fighter jets, or ground combat mechs, electronic equipment. There was nothing they couldn't fix.
Jason had quick hands. He could dismantle and reassemble firearms in the shortest time. His speed was five seconds faster than the maintenance camp's highest record. Being one second faster was already impressive, not to mention five seconds. Every day, Jason dumbfoundedly watched the new recruits in the mechanical maintenance camp continuously dismantle and assemble various warships, mechs, and weapons. He attended mechanical principles classes, blueprint analysis classes, fault troubleshooting classes, battlefield assembly classes, and electronic classes, all of which were essential subjects for him. Soon, all the instructors and students in the camp knew about this seemingly silly scout student. One month before the end of special training, Jason approached the mechanical maintenance camp instructor and straightforwardly applied to join.