Sweat slid down the ravines of the camouflage paint, condensing into muddy specks in the raised dust. Lan Tian was lying in the bushes and hadn't moved at all for six hours.
Sporadic gunshots were heard in the distance, which was the final encirclement and suppression in the selection competition. He took out the last half of a compressed biscuit from his arms and swallowed it with difficulty with the only two mouthfuls of water left in the kettle. There was a burning pain in his stomach, but he was used to it - the trials of the Wolf Fang Special Forces were never prepared for people.
