[Soldier Assault] Major's Special Forces Career

It's bullshit, for this excellent self-awareness, deduct less, three points!Add another 50 push-ups and do it in 1 minute. "

Tuo Yonggang's chest rose and fell violently, his fists were clenched tightly, his face was flushed, and he didn't move.

Qi Huan rushed into the team and kicked Tuo Yonggang hard, causing him to stagger and fall out of the team: "Are you deaf! Fifty push-ups!"

Wu Zhe shouted again: "Report!" Tuo Yong just gritted his teeth, and finally fell to the ground and began to do push-ups.

Only then did Yuan Lang turn around in satisfaction: "39 speak."

Wu Zhe: "Long-term lack of sleep will bring irreversible damage to the human body!"

Yuan Lang: "Even if you live here like a year, objectively, you have not reached the level of 'long-term'. If you question the professionalism of the instructor, three points will be deducted!"

Qi Huan was still counting, Yuan Lang added another sentence: "If you don't finish within 1 minute, add another 50."

The starlight at one o'clock in the morning is beautiful, but no one can appreciate it.The base is also very quiet, as quiet as a vacuum.This makes the butcher's voice especially deafening: "21, 22..."

In this voice, all the students asked themselves over and over again: Why did I come here, why did I join such a unit?

On this day, I was fully armed and carried 50 pounds of weight, and I practiced for [-] kilometers.The instructor is still in the car, still shouting: "A bunch of useless garbage! You can't even run, and you expect them to defend your home and country. When the enemy arrives, I'm afraid all the shit will be fucked!"

Running, Wu Zhe started to lag behind slowly as usual, and saw No. 24 strangling his own neck with one hand and holding his own hair with the other, making a hanged ghost pose towards Wu Zhe.

He is saying that sooner or later those gangsters will be hanged.

According to regulations, they are not allowed to communicate with each other, but for them who eat and sleep together, this is actually difficult to supervise.They quickly developed their own encrypted communication system secretly, avoiding the butcher a little bit, and don't make too much noise, generally they will not be discovered.

No. 24 is a second person.According to his self-proclaimed proficiency in 18 languages, it is enough for the United Nations to have him as an interpreter.In the most beloved activity of the students - scolding the instructor, he has the most abundant vocabulary, but no one can understand him, so he has always felt lonely.Although Wu Zhe is also a foreign language learner, his main focus is on South Asian and Southeast Asian languages, which is not the same as him.

However, the two are both underachievers in physical training, and they still found common topics in many places, such as making faces.Wu Zhe raised one corner of his mouth to the height of his nose, winked and made a stroke hemiplegic expression in return.

50 kilometers is a long way, and the distance from the easternmost to the westernmost of Shanghai is only more than 90 kilometers.Today they are going to forcibly march more than half the distance of Shanghai.Compared with the number of distance, what is more frightening is that they don't know how much they have run, how much is left, and how long.No one will tell them that the road ahead seems to be farther than the west sky, and it will never end.

On the 24th, he said out of breath, "I'm dying. Usually 10 kilometers at a time would kill me, but now it should have exceeded 20 kilometers. Anyway, I am satisfied. No one can eat in one bite. Become a fat man."

Wu Zhe's voice was also intermittent: "It's definitely not 20 kilometers... I think it's just passed 10... kilometers."

No. 24 is unbelievable: "Isn't it?"

In the instructor's car, Qi Huan took a telescope to see the end of the team: "It's the two of them, 24, 39. This physical gap can't be made up in a day or two."

"If it really doesn't work, forget it. You can't take it to the battlefield to die." Yuan Lang pondered for a moment, and then ordered: "Next, drive slowly, and I'll take a look."

The car gradually fell from the head of the team to the middle.Many students in the mid-to-back position are already dead pigs and are not afraid of boiling water.When he saw the car, his eyes turned red again, and he tried to run as fast as possible, as if as long as he passed in front of the car, he would win.

On the 24th, I took a sip of water and continued running: "I really can't hold on anymore. It must be more than 30 kilometers by now. It's terrible. I actually ran 30 kilometers with a load. My mother would cry to death if she knew."

Wu Zhe struggles to respond, even though he doesn't want to talk at all right now: "Your wording is too negative. Please start with "I want" and start the sentence again."

On the 24th, "Ah!", he covered his waist, and his stomach convulsed.

Wu Zhe immediately yelled: "Ambulance! Ambulance." The students in front heard the ambulance who helped him stop the team: "Someone at the end of the team is dying!"

On the 24th, the pain was so painful that he was sweating all over his face, and he was so angry that he said, "I want to, I want to rest."

Wu Zhe helped the doctor to send him to the car: "Yes, it sounds much more positive this time."

Yuan Lang regretfully made a mark on the roster of No. 24: "His stomach cramps are already a heart disease, and it can't be cured. Let's open it immediately after the points are deducted."

Wu Zhe looked sadly at the ambulance going away and the team further away, sighed, and started on the road again.

Now, only myself is left.

He was no longer running, and he could hardly even talk about brisk walking.But he didn't dare to stop, as if once he stopped, he couldn't move anymore.The limbs are already as heavy as iron, as if they don't belong to me.The entire respiratory system was on fire, and the soul began to drift.

Wu Zhe fantasizes that he floated out of his body and floated into the air, letting the walking corpse, which is heavily burdened and painful, move mechanically on the sandy and dusty mountain road.Countless walking corpses like him squirmed on the mountain road, like a scene of doomsday.An experimental vehicle with experimental personnel and an escort vehicle full of fully armed troops followed the team and headed towards another unknown world.

Right there, Wu Zhe's spirit seemed to have reached the end.It is an old building in the 70s that looks ordinary at first glance, and no one passing by will take a second look.But Wu Zhe immediately recognized that the building was just a cover, and there was a nuclear-explosion-proof underground base underneath it, with a completely sterile environment and full of black technology.

The experimenters in white coats shuttled around, trying to transform their group of zombies into puppet special forces without consciousness or emotion.A white coat seemed to be aware of being watched, and suddenly turned around and stared at Wu Zhe, his eyes were sharp, like eagles and ospreys, and they were frighteningly bright.

It was Yuan Lang's face.

Wu Zhe trembled, his soul returned to his place, and his body and soul became one.All the soreness, heavy, hard breathing, came back again.

You bastard!

Qi Huan looked at the people outside the rear window in bewilderment: "Hey, I was out of breath just now, why did I suddenly come back to life?"

They took two 10-minute breaks.Every time there is a break, Chengcai and Xu Sanduo will go to the end of the line.Wu Zhe's state is very bad, which makes them very worried.

Once they start, Wu Zhe will push them away again: "Let's go first, it doesn't matter if I wait or not, don't worry that I will give up, I will persevere."

"There are still five kilometers!" Qi Huan suddenly shouted.Yuan Lang glared at him, Qi Huan turned around guiltily.

The news was like listening to nature, everyone was ecstatic, and many people burst into enthusiasm again, wishing they could run the 5 kilometers in one step.Wu Zhe didn't seem to hear it, and he still dragged his heavy body, following every step.

He really didn't hear it, the physical discomfort has far exceeded the range of his previous experience, his internal organs were all messed up, he was hit back and forth by a golden cudgel as thick as a hammer, and he was raked again with a nine-foot nail Again, the strands were shattered, leaving only a hollow mass of three-flavored real fire.

Sun Houzi probably felt this way in the alchemy furnace.

Suddenly, he started coughing, coughing violently, as if he wanted to cough up all the stuff in his stomach.The sound of coughing even spread to the front row of the line.Chengcai called Xu Sanduo: "Go back and have a look."

Wu Zhe finally fell down, lying on the ground, coughing and vomiting.Because he didn't eat breakfast, he only vomited a puddle of yellow water.Lying there, the sound of breathing was like a leaky bellows, whistling.

The ambulance stopped beside him, Xu Sanduo pulled off all his weight and carried it on his back, Chengcai helped him up and sent him to the ambulance.Wu Zhe waved his hand and refused.Getting in the car was tantamount to giving up on this mission, and he didn't want to give up yet, at least not at this time.

Yuan Lang looked at Wu Zhe.The major's eyes were bloodshot, and the tears that were automatically secreted from the pain still remained on his cheeks, his head was covered with dust, and there were remnants of yellow water at the corners of his mouth.Compared with the clarity and clarity when we first met, this half-breathed guy in front of him was so miserable that it was hard to believe that he was the same person.

But he still stood up instead of just getting down or fleeing into the car.This alone is enough to be respected!

Then Yuan Lang said loudly: "By taking care of your teammates, you are all being lazy! It turns out that sissy is also contagious!"

The butcher turned his back and couldn't take it any longer. Even hearing this, he wanted to beat someone up.

Xu Sanduo glared at Yuan Lang angrily, and wanted to say a lot, but in the end he didn't say a word because it was meaningless.This is a bad guy who won't listen no matter what is said.

Wu Zhe also tried his best to raise his head and looked at Yuan Lang, as if he was looking at a terrifying and abominable monster whose body was too huge to be ignored.

After vomiting cleanly, people will feel much better in spirit, but they will feel empty, the body is light, the mind is also light, and they don't know where to go.Only by staring at something can I seem to have found the center of gravity.

Cheng Cai picked up Wu Zhe's arm and carried him away from the instructor.Wu Zhe turned his neck, and his eyes didn't leave the monster in his eyes for half a second.

Chengcai was relieved that the instructor didn't deduct points for this.

Wu Zhe stared at Yuan Lang disappearing from the window, and then he felt that he saw the face of the monster again through the rear windshield, even though the glass was covered with black car film, he couldn't see anything.

The off-road vehicle roared and started again.This sound ignited the remaining Sanwei Zhenhuo in Wu Zhe's chest again, like a gas engine of a train, burning to provide power for the lifeless body.

Going back a month, Wu Zhe at that time would never believe that there will be a time in this life to live on anger.

Catch up and kill him!

Chengcai watched in surprise as Wu Zhe threw off his support and set off again.

"I'm starting to like him a little bit." Yuan Lang looked over the back of the car, his eyes fixed on him.

"He has a pair of beautiful eyes, shining with exuberant vitality. Qi Huan, give him two points." In fact, it is possible to add points, but the students don't know it.

Qi Huan curled his lips and opened the scoring book: "It's miserable to be seen by you, I think he wants to swallow you in one bite."

Yuan Lang just found a good seedling, and said happily: "Whatever, as long as his stomach is big enough."

☆. Objective and detailed all-round student evaluation

In the conference room, a room full of military officers sat green.

The railway announced: "The central government has issued an official order requiring us to complete the formation of the Blue Army Brigade before the year."

All the chiefs of staff, instructors, and captains present were all overjoyed, only Yuan Lang still looked like he had nothing to do with him.

The railway switched the slide: "From now on, we will become one of the units with the most advanced weapons and equipment in the country, the highest priority in talent selection, and the most independent organization reform. We will become the touchstone for all units in the five major theaters of the Army, helping them Find out your weaknesses and improve their combat effectiveness!"

Our country has been studying and adopting the foreign imaginary enemy system for many years, but because of the lack of specialization, it has always been in a state of left hand hitting right hand, with little effect.Therefore, later mobilized the old A of the special forces with a high degree of internationalization to play the role of the blue army and conduct simulated exercises, which immediately confused several major military regions.The average battle loss ratio is as high as 1 to 25, and an old A is replaced by 25 people in the conventional military region, and often even completes the exercise mission with zero casualties.After learning from the painful experience, the higher-ups directly promoted Railway, the former captain of Brigade A, and organized the establishment of a professional blue army brigade.

One person suddenly asked: "Then the original special mission..."

Everyone looked at Yuan Lang together.

Railway: "We will expand, but the functions of Yuan Lang will remain the same. Brigade A will be merged into Brigade A of the Blue Army. They will train independently at ordinary times and perform missions when they are supposed to. During exercises, they will obey orders."

Yuan Lang: "Understood."

The railway is very serious: "So the selection you are doing now is very important. I need the most objective and detailed comprehensive evaluation. The Blue Army is short of manpower."

Yuan Lang had a hippie smile: "The person I fancy won't be taken away by you."

The railway slammed on the table: "Everything is subject to organizational arrangements!"

"Yes!" Yuan Lang wanted to curse in his heart.

That day, Wu Zhe passed out as soon as he reached the finish line, and a group of people hurriedly carried him into the ambulance.While measuring his blood pressure and heartbeat, the nurse aunt said in a scolding but proud tone: "These people are desperate!" Another nurse wiped his face with gauze, carefully, as if there was a sticker on it. Fragile identification.

No. 24 shrank herself in a corner of the ambulance, hugged her knees with her hands and shrunk into a small ball, as if this way she would not be seen by others.He peeked at Wu Zhe from under his elbow, his pale face made him grab his clothes unconsciously.

Why?Why!He didn't understand, he was already a major at such a young age, with a bright future, why would he risk his life for a meaningless training!

But looking at it, he felt inexplicably envious.

Wu Zhe was carried into the dormitory in the end, and he didn't wake up the whole time.The medical staff said that there is no serious problem, but that I am very tired, and it will be fine after a night of sleep.

After a 50-kilometer forced march, they were given an unprecedented half-day holiday.In the outer corridor, a thick-backed guy nestled behind the half-person-high corridor wall and sneaked a glance downstairs.Others ran around the door of the dormitory and asked, "Have you left yet?"

The man watched Qi Huan lead a group of assistant instructors away, excitedly said: "Let's go! All gone!"

Except for the two guards at the entrance of the corridor, all the instructors disappeared that afternoon, leaving them an unfettered afternoon.

All of a sudden, the whole building was boiling!Many people who were half dead just now feel that they can fight for another 500 years.Those who couldn’t climb, were carried by their roommates and had to go to the next dormitory for a tour, those who sang ditty songs, those who played fart and boasted, if they didn’t have cards, they even wanted to play a couple of Doudizhu.I wish I could take this opportunity to release all the depression at once.

Xu Sanduo looked completely indifferent, and only said to No. 24: "I want to sleep."

As soon as the nurses left, No. 24 slipped into their dormitory and sat on the ground next to Wu Zhe's bed with a dignified expression, not saying a word, thinking about something.

"Oh." No. 24 stood up awkwardly.

Xu Sanduo grabbed the doorknob: "Goodbye."

No. 24 had no choice but to step out of the door frame: "Goodbye."

Then the door was closed against the tip of his nose, blocking out all the noise.

In the room, Xu Sanduo rolled up onto the upper bunk with one pull-up and began to sleep.

Tuo Yonggang was dumbfounded. 42 This little non-commissioned officer has always looked like a simple and kind-hearted rural child. He has never seen him blush with anyone, and he never imagined that this outburst of temper would be scary.He glanced at his upper bunk with lingering fear, then at Chengcai, and Chengcai also looked at him, both of them felt that they had nothing to say to each other: sleep, sleep!

Wu Zhe slept for more than seven hours, and it was already night when he woke up.The daylight has disappeared, and looking out the window, only the dim street lights are soft and warm, and you can faintly hear the night training in the distant training ground.The sounds of talking, walking, fighting, and the hustle and bustle of the world in the dormitory building are so beautiful that it is unbelievably beautiful.

As he nibbled on a biscuit, he lamented that he hadn't been part of the afternoon's carnival.

"39, you should eat." Xu Sanduo was the squad leader in the previous unit, and now he was majestic, as if he wanted to take care of his roommates in the lower berth as recruits.Wu Zhe had no choice but to throw away the biscuits and eat the food that Xu Sanduo had left for him, which was still warm in an insulated bucket.

Tuo Yonggang looked at him alive and kicking, and was depressed: "You are a small non-commissioned officer because you have no choice. You, a major, are so active, Stockholm Syndrome? I don't like their gang anyway."

Chengcai raised his head from the water basin where he was practicing holding his breath, and this time he persisted until 4 and a half minutes.His complexion was not very good-looking, I don't know if it was because he held his breath for too long or for some other reason.

Wu Zhe shook his fingers mysteriously: "Normal and ordinary, Xiaosheng has already made up his mind and never stays here."

"Good brother," Tuo Yonggang found an alliance, and excitedly patted Wu Zhe on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's go to the instructor and ask to quit. See if I go out and don't complain to them!"

Xu Sanduo was surprised: "39, you have to go!"

Cheng Cai began the next round of deep breathing.

"We can't leave now." Wu Zhe was shot so hard that half of his body was almost broken, and he grinned his teeth before slowing down: "If we leave now, we will admit defeat and take advantage of their wishes. We must persevere!"

"……and then?"

"Generally speaking, it is impossible for this kind of special forces unit directly under the division level to be just talked about by that rotten guy Yuan Lang." A certain patient put down the thermos bucket in his hand and imagined happily: "When the official admission is made, there must be Higher-level interview occasions. At worst, you can see the railway, and you may even get the opportunity to meet the teacher directly."

Cheng Cai suddenly stopped his head, which was about to be buried in the basin, and asked, "Who is Railway?"

Tuo Yonggang also looked at Wu Zhe curiously. Although he had seen the railway, he didn't know the exact identity of the railway because the other party's confidentiality level was too high.

"According to my estimation, he should be the general manager of the old base A. If he can get someone from our brigade commander, the rank will at least not be lower than that of the brigade commander, but the priority will be higher. He has a strong personality, maybe He is also from the Special Forces.”

Wu Zhe gritted his teeth while enthusiastically sharing his guess: "The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. That rotten man dares to torture us in training like this. Whether his superior knows it or not, he can't absolve himself of the blame. It is a failure of supervision!

"This is a bad game, but if we don't continue playing, we won't be able to see the boss. After all this hard work, how can I leave willingly without abusing the boss!"

"Not bad, not bad," Tuo Yonggang was excited by his words: "When they kneel down and invite me to join, I will say: I don't like this shitty place!"

Wu Zhe gave him a high five: "A man should be like this!"

"39." Xu Sanduo said suddenly.

Wu Zhe looked at Xu Sanduo eagerly, raised his palm, and prepared to have a givemefive with him too.

Xu Sanduo said: "Your food is getting cold, eat it quickly."

The major was stunned, obediently picked up the thermos, and continued to eat.

The dormitories of the old A’s and the dormitories of the students are actually not far apart, and they can clearly see each other’s bright lights through the darkness.

In the dormitory, Yuan Lang was holding a cigarette in one hand, leaning on the chair with the other leg, facing the bright light of the screen, burying himself in writing the "objective and detailed all-round evaluation" explained by the railway in the afternoon.

Qi Huan hugged his laptop, pitifully typing in his daily training results beside him.He hates the job.Giving up on the sunny avenue arranged for him at home and insisting on coming to old A to suffer, it's not because he came to be a secretary.But for some reason, Yuan Lang likes to ask him to do this kind of work, it is said that it is for psychological balance.Fuck him!

"What did you talk about in the meeting this afternoon?" Qi Huan asked vaguely, "I can see that the instructor is almost floating when he walks."

"What good thing can there be?" Yuan Lang replied angrily, "It's nothing more than working more, but not getting a raise in wages."

"Fuck."

Yuan Lang's report roughly outlines a framework, and the rest will need to be added, modified, or deleted little by little in the next two months.

"Come here," Yuan Lang turned the computer screen towards Qi Huan, "tell me about your impression of these people."

42 students, 42 temperaments.Some have stronger physical qualities, some have smarter minds, some are more resistant to physical torture, and some recover faster from mental stress.Each has its own advantages, each has its own strengths, and there is no saying that one is necessarily better or stronger than the other.

But now, they have to use an annoying mold to make a frame for them, and the part beyond this frame, even if it is only one millimeter, must be cut off mercilessly.Some can still be moved after cutting, so you can keep them as appropriate.And those who lost too much blood and died in battle can only be discarded categorically.

This is a process that fills good people with guilt.But this is the army, this is the special forces.The powerful power that ordinary people yearn for endlessly comes from sacrifices they can't imagine.

Qi Huan first chose the one he thought was safer and said, "Number 41 has a good attitude and good grades, and has no shortcomings."

Yuan Lang glanced at him: "Don't you think he's a little too aggressive?"

Qi Huan rolled his eyes straight: "Is there something wrong with being active?"

"Pay too much attention to other people's attention, and it is easier to confuse my observation of him." Yuan Lang said shamelessly, "Try to ignore him in the future, because no one pays attention to him is his biggest hell."

This is his usual way of cutting people, the knife is like a cicada's wing, reaching straight to the joints, like a butcher cutting a cow, the knife suddenly falls, the flesh and blood are separated.

"Well, there's 42. Besides being stupid, he's a good soldier."

Yuan Lang shook his head: "He's not stupid. His greatest intelligence lies in the fact that he never pretends to be clever. I haven't found his major flaw yet, please help me think about it."

Qi Huan felt that his conscience was shrinking: "27 is very good, a little bit arrogant, but it's not a big problem."

"Arrogance can inspire a soldier's self-esteem and courage. I'm afraid that he will be too mad and trap himself instead."

Yuan Lang continued: "Look at 39, a common problem among typical intellectuals. They always feel that they know more than others, so they are good teachers and frivolous. But one thing is better than 27. He is approachable enough. If he can see others in his eyes, he will not be easy. Blinded by a sense of superiority."

Qi Huan listened half-understood: "Then what should we do to grind his arrogance?"

Yuan Lang pondered for a while: "Tomorrow's shooting activity will be changed to 10 kilometers off-road."

27's shooting record is extremely good in his resume.But if there is no special training, no matter how good the shooter is, he will take the gun directly after running 10 kilometers in a panic, and his results will definitely not be good.

What a poisonous plan!The subordinates silently slandered.

"What about 39?" Qi Huan became curious.

"I can't see how serious his problem is for the time being, so," Yuan Lang leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, looked at the sky, and there was an elusive smile on his face: "If you want to Way to make him more impetuous."

What do you mean by being more impetuous?Qi Huan didn't quite understand it, but it sounded scary.He silently recited "Amitabha Buddha" for Wu Zhe.

☆、The secret that the bullet can't hit the target

The rare free carnival of the students did not officially end until the lights were turned off at 9 o'clock that day, and everything returned to normal.The training that should be done still needs to sit, and the wicked people that should be seen can still be seen.

Yuan Lang stretched his waist, squinted his eyes slightly, his expression was like a weasel who just stole a chicken: "Did everyone have a good time yesterday?"

No one answered him, the play of slapping a sweet date can only deceive children.

"Don't be so nervous," Yuan Lang walked into the team and slapped their chests one by one. He seemed to be an understatement, but he was very strong. If he didn't tense up, he would be slapped and swayed, and in exchange for a deduction point, "Today you Only happier!"

"Sunset and Xishan Hongxiafei~" He sang in a nonchalant tone, and walked past Wu Zhe: "What's the name of the song? Great Master."

Wu Zhe stared at the smartphone protruding from the corner of Yuan Lang's jacket pocket, and said, "Report, listening to the lyrics is a return from shooting, but I really don't know what song it is."

Yuan Lang laughed loudly, wrapped his arms around Wu Zhe's neck, strangled him lightly, and the two brothers said nicely, "How about entertaining me?"

Laughter shook my ears, buzzing with resonance in my chest.Wu Zhe silently recalled the "fishing law enforcement" he had used against Xu Sanduo, thinking of being normal in his heart.

"That's right, we are going to shoot targets today!" Yuan Lang walked up to Tuo Yonggang again, stopped, and saw an ecstatic expression as expected, "Qi Huan, let me introduce the rules to everyone."

"Yes!" Qi Huan straddled and responded: "After running 25 laps on the playground, immediately follow the road in front of you, run to the shooting range next door, pick up the rifle/gun on the ground, and finish the clip within 1 minute. If the total number of rings is more than 180, the mission is considered completed. The number of rings shot beyond the time limit will not be counted in the score. Those who do not meet the score will have to run 100 meters back and forth. After the punishment is completed, they can continue to try to shoot until the task is completed. Those who fail to complete the task in more than 45 minutes will fail the task and deduct points."

Tuo Yonggang's smile disappeared.

It seems that the test is target shooting, but in fact, the more important thing is physical strength.Everyone knows that except for special geniuses and special fools, for ordinary people, good marksmanship is basically fed by bullets.Like other sports, shooting a gun requires not only the brain, but also physical memory. The more opportunities to shoot, the better the hand feel.No one who can come here is less than 2 years old. In two years, not to mention these soldier kings, even ordinary soldiers can achieve this average six-ring score.

The real difficulty lies in whether you can stabilize the state in the first time after a ten-kilometer run and make a direct hit.If not, the subsequent repeated penalty runs will only consume more energy and reduce the chance of passing the task.The total time is even more tense.It takes at least 3 minutes to run from here to the shooting range, and the remaining time is just enough for a person of Wu Zhe's level to run ten kilometers.

He can think of it, and so can others.It's just that most of them have become numb to the old A's practice policy of running, running and running, and they are happy enough to have the opportunity to touch the gun.Except for Wu Zhe and 24 who were a little worried, they were worried that the mission would fail before they touched the gun.

But Tuo Yonggang is different, marksmanship is something he is proud of, and it is what he wants to shock these old A's!

Xu Sanduo and Chengcai are already elite troops from the army, but they have never even tried the 95-style rifle/gun, only practiced the 81 bar and 85 sniper rifle.Since Tuo Yong was born, his father who is a retired shooter has placed high hopes on him, and he started to follow his father to the shooting range to play with guns when he was not yet high enough.He is proficient in regular competition guns, and has even shot the bird guns that country people hide at home.

As a result, when I went abroad to compete, I played with real guns at the shooting range in Alaska, and I refused to touch the competition guns when I came back, which was not good enough.Because of his good marksmanship, he was directly recruited by the military academy and joined the Airborne Special Forces. The light weapons for routine training covered almost all styles in China, and there were even foreign standard weapons from the black market. The door was open for him, a leading officer. , take it anytime.

In the army, a sharpshooter like him often has his own best gun.But Tuo Yonggang's most handy gun is not one type, nor two types, but a total of eleven types!It covers almost all kinds of rushes, and each one can easily achieve a near-perfect score under his hands.

The real firearms are omnipotent!

So, he said to himself, can't lose!

Probably yesterday's 50 kilometers opened up the two veins of Ren and Du, and Wu Zhe began to feel that 10 kilometers is not too long.But even so, when he arrived at the shooting range, he was still out of breath.

This shooting range is very lively on weekdays. Whenever they run next door, they can always hear the continuous gunfire from here, but today it is extremely quiet.It's not that it's really quiet now, it's just that the decibel level is too abnormal for a target practice.Anyone who has shot a gun knows that a gun is a very noisy thing, and it is better outdoors. The indoor shooting range can be described as "deafening", so shooters need to wear earmuffs.Many of the troops who are good at shooting guns also have hearing problems such as tinnitus.

But at this time, most of the people who should be shooting are running.Then there are occasional bursts of gunshots, like moths rushing towards a candle, the bullets rush to the target, and then all miss, or a blind cat hits a dead mouse and hits the edge of the target paper, wiping out one or two that are not very good-looking hole.

Wu Zhe wondered, it shouldn't be.There are still a few strong runners in the team, not to mention others, just 41 and 42. After running 10 kilometers, you can’t say that you can’t breathe without panting, but obviously they can’t even hold their guns. They have always had a good psychological quality. I heard that the shooting results in the original army were also very good.Even though the target position is a little far away at this time, it is not to an outrageous level.

There is no time to care about others. He has already spent 42 minutes, and there are 3 minutes left. After counting the free time, he actually only has two chances to shoot.

"Normal mind, normal mind." Wu Zhe muttered to himself, picking up the 95 in front of his target.

Immediately stopped after the long-distance running, the heart failed to react, and the beating was still very violent, as if wishing to jump out of a person's throat.Wu Zhe decided to shoot in a prone position. This position is the most friendly to his current posture with weak arms, with his elbows on the ground and good stability.

After lying down, Wu Zhe, the deputy instructor who was standing, blew whistle twice at the gun target and shouted: "No. 39 starts shooting!".This is telling Wu Zhe that the 1-minute timer has started.

Skillfully move your eyes to the scope, find your circular target paper, align the center of the cross with the dot with 10 in the center, adjust the gun to single shot, and fire one bullet at a time, so that even if the results are not good at the beginning , the waste is not too big, and it can be made up later.

Take a deep breath, take another deep breath, the heart is still beating too much, and the hands are trembling slightly.Sharpening a knife is not a mistake in chopping wood, and it is not a waste to spend a little more time on recovery.

Keeping steady, pull the trigger.Snapped!The bullet came out of the chamber with an aftertaste, and a puff of smoke spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, which slowly dispersed.As soon as the bullet was shot, Wu Zhe knew that he was off the mark. Anyone who is familiar with shooting a gun has a hand feeling, just like a person who often shoots basketball.

But it doesn't matter, the bad results in the first few rounds are what he expected, 3 rings, maybe 5 rings?Just adjust it a little bit.Wu Zhe took a closer look at his results through the scope, but to his surprise, the target paper was clean, without any trace of bullets.

He missed the target!

"It's impossible!" Wu Zhe jumped up.

The assistant instructor behind him said coldly, "You still have 30 seconds."

Wu Zhe turned his head to look at Yuan Lang, the man was leaning on the off-road vehicle to take off his shoes at this time, he turned the shoes upside down, shook his teeth, and put them on again.As if aware of someone's gaze, Yuan Lang raised his head and showed him a complacent and insolent smile.

He did it!Wu Zhe made a decision almost immediately.

Crouching down again, he checked the scope, but there was nothing wrong with it.The parameters are reasonable and the image is clear.wind direction?It was calm and windless.Could it be that the accuracy of the gun is not up to standard?

Where is the problem?

"report!"

"27."

Tuo Yonggang said loudly: "The accuracy of these guns is problematic!"

Most people stopped when they heard the sound, and turned to look at him.Some people feel sympathetic, and I am not the only one who thinks there is a problem.Some people suddenly realized that it is no wonder that they always fail to pass the grades. It turns out that there is something wrong with the gun.

But Yuan Lang walked up to him, and answered him confidently and unquestionably: "There is no problem with these guns."

Takuya started to hesitate.He himself didn't think this speculation was absurd. In today's strict control over military supplies, he specially ordered a batch of guns with substandard precision just to punish them?

Suddenly, he heard a deputy instructor Zhang Huang yelling: "You can't go over there!"