special mercenary

Before the sunset had completely cleared, half of the people had returned to the camp. Some of them were intact, some were in the same distress as Song Feng, and some were unfortunately injured, and were quickly called out by the medical staff guarding the side. treat.Xiao Mingxuan stood one step away from the gate from the beginning to the end, looking ahead indifferently.

"Deputy team, there are enough people."

Xiao Mingxuan nodded: "Close the door."

The army-green gate slowly closed, and a few soldiers could still be seen running towards this side on the mountain road. The nearest one was only a dozen meters away, and when the gate closed a little bit, he had already rushed to a place six or seven meters away. The setting sun slanted from behind him, making that figure even more lonely and helpless.

He looked forward unwillingly, looking at the man standing behind the door, he wanted to try to say something, but he found that he couldn't say anything when he met those eyes, the eyes were very calm, without blame or appreciation , but it was to make him clearly realize that he had failed, and he finally despaired, watching that person disappear from sight together with the golden-red camp in the evening.

Everyone's luggage was put in the truck outside as early as yesterday morning. Those who pass the test will get it back automatically, and those who are not will get in that car and leave here completely.

The sharp whistle sounded in the playground, and everyone assembled immediately, and automatically stood up according to their height. They cast their eyes on the lieutenant colonel involuntarily, and saw him walking slowly to the middle of the team. First, he saluted a military salute, and then said: "I am this Xiao Mingxuan, the head officer of the second selection training."

Song Feng stood in the line and looked at him, then looked at the other instructors, and found that only his face was covered with oil paint. He pondered for a while, and his beautiful eyes were filled with smiles. His previous punch was hard enough. It seems that this person The bruises at the corners of the eyes probably haven't dissipated, so I came up with such an idea.

"The training will officially start today. As before, you will have no names and ranks, only a code name. You will undergo more rigorous training. Those who can't hold on are welcome to come to me at any time, and I will arrange for you to leave," Xiao Mingxuan said. His gaze flicked across someone's face, ignoring the schadenfreude in his eyes, and continued, "Now there are 48 people, and I will pass half of the next assessment. If you want to stay, you have to prove it with your strength, understand?"

"understand!"

Xiao Mingxuan took one last look at someone, waved to the person behind him, and that person stepped forward: "Everyone is there, turn left and walk together!"

Everyone obeyed the order, and the movements in front were orderly and orderly. Only when they got to a certain place did they have a problem. The two of them seemed to be walking, and they stood out in the neat line. From the side, a train suddenly broke through a gap.

The instructor on the side couldn't laugh or cry: "Deputy team, what should we do? Teach from scratch?"

Xiao Mingxuan imagined someone's pitiful look, and shook his head: "That's it." Anyway, from the beginning this time, he didn't intend to develop into a regular special forces, not to mention he felt that Song Feng was more suitable for a mercenary, and that person had always lived a good life. Arbitrary, should not be bound by the rules and regulations of the army.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking at that lazy figure, his eyes deepened, and he suddenly felt that a person like Song Feng would not be entangled in anything, including love.

That person is like a ray of wind, which cannot be trapped or caught, and the difficulty factor for him to stop forever is too great.

He doesn't want to use strong ones, because what he wants is not only people, but also the heart.

Half of the camp beds in the barracks were taken away, and it was no longer bed by bed, crowded with people, the space was greatly increased, and it looked comfortable.

Bai Xuyao ​​shuttled through the crowd, asking left and right. Those people's markings at point ab were either flags or a piece of cloth with words written on them. Only he got two mice.

"It's unreasonable," he shook Song Feng angrily, "Is this your idea? Tell me clearly!"

Song Feng stretched out his paw: "It really has nothing to do with me, but the headmaster knows that you are afraid of mice, so he probably wants you to overcome obstacles. If you don't believe me, go ask him."

"How did he know?"

Song Feng broke away: "My dear, you have been chased by us with mice for more than a week, and everyone in the entire barracks knows about it, okay?"

"..." Bai Xuyao ​​flung himself on the bed and pulled the quilt over, "Just wait and see, sooner or later, I will completely defeat the mice."

Song Feng nodded in satisfaction: "Come on."

Since then, life has entered a new stage. Everyone felt that the previous period had reached the limit, but soon found that they were still too naive. All the training volume was doubled, and the time was compressed to the extreme. Complained: "Fuck, this amount of training is the same as what you tormented me back then, who did you learn that set of things from?"

"I learned from the people who tormented me." Song Feng squatted up and down carrying a 25 kg log, sweat left a string of transparent water marks on his neck, and sank into his neckline.

"Who?"

"Don't ask, I don't want to think of that name again in my life."

Wei Xiaoyan then shut up and continued the training of accepting fate. Afterwards, he had to drag his tired body to class and accept those theoretical knowledge. Some of them were familiar with them, and some of them were completely unfamiliar. Difficult.

However, Bai Xuyao's presence is quite strong at this time. In Song Feng's words, this person's physical fitness is not very good, but his IQ is frighteningly high. In his professional field of communication engineering, he is simply too strong.People in the camp came to ask him if they couldn't remember or didn't understand, and the importance of Bai Xuyao ​​rose in the hearts of everyone.

"Bahahaha, I'm finally elated," Bai Xuyao ​​stepped on Song Feng's bed, and blushed, "Hurry up, both of you, and bow down at my feet~"

Song Feng looked at his feet with a smile.

Bai Xuyao ​​immediately took two steps back, stepped on his own bed instead, and coughed dryly.

Only then did Song Feng praise: "Comrade Xiaobai wants to be popular."

Wei Xiaoyan echoed: "Comrade Xiaobai is a fan of thousands of people."

Bai Xuyao ​​immediately became angry: "Xiaobai, Xiaobai, how many times have I told you that you are endless! Can't you call something else? It's like being called an idiot. If a person is always called a 'fool', he will be really stupid sooner or later. Okay?! I am also a high-level intellectual, no matter what, I can be considered a genius, do geniuses understand!"

Song Feng smiled: "Then what do you call it?"

Bai Xuyao ​​thought for a while, bit his finger and asked purely: "Your name... called brother?"

Song Feng glanced at Wei Xiaoyan, who stepped forward with a smile: "Brother~"

"Oh——" Bai Xuyao ​​screamed suddenly, "Help, help! Xiaoqing, Brother Qing!"

Duan Qing beside him stepped forward helplessly: "Xiao Yan, do you want to practice?"

The corner of Wei Xiaoyan's mouth twitched. Duan Qing was tall and thin. He had always been the best recruit among the recruits. Ever since he took care of him in fighting, he had been hanging out with them. Whenever he was free, he would be dragged out to practice. People are very talented in fighting, and they can keep up with his movements after a few downs, and then look for opportunities to throw him out directly.

Wei Xiaoyan turned around in the air, stopped steadily, Duan Qing attacked again, and threw him out after several rounds.Wei Xiaoyan felt that after this person succeeded, he should calm down, but who knew that things would get worse later on, and he could hardly bear it: "Enough, are you addicted to falling?"

Duan Qing looked at him: "I always feel that you have reservations."

Wei Xiaoyan thought nonsense, this was not a real fight, he didn't dare to kill him at all.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Duan Qing opened his posture: "I will force your strength out sooner or later, come on."

If you force it out, you will die, okay?Wei Xiaoyan was speechless, so he had to procrastinate until now.

"Let's go, practice."

Wei Xiaoyan got off Bai Xuyao ​​silently, went out with him, and was thrown by him on the playground at night, Duan Qing sighed: "Xiaoyan, you can really bear it, when will you seriously fight?"

"..." Wei Xiaoyan thought to himself that you'd better not betray the motherland in the future, or I will personally go over and deal with you.

The time became extremely long and full. Two weeks later, the number of people was halved again. Bai Xuyao's physical fitness left the rear half of the car and passed the test in a thrilling manner.He became more and more familiar with Song Feng and others, and he also got to know his personality more and more. He felt that shameless and obscene words were not enough to describe this person.

"You said... he won't attack us, right?" Bai Xuyao ​​pulled Wei Xiaoyan to squat in the corner, and asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, Xiao Xuxu," Wei Xiaoyan comforted, "Although the boss has no lower limit, he will never attack his students."

Bai Xuyao ​​has calmed down to "Xiao Xuxu". After several times of strong opposition to the word "Xiao Bai", he got this title. He asked worriedly: "Really?"

"Really, Xiao Xuxu," Song Feng poked his head from above with a smile, "I'm not so hungry and thirsty that I want to attack my students, although I'm really going to fade out now, there are no girls, no alcohol, no cigarettes... ..." He paused, "That's right, I can ask the headmaster for some cigarettes."

As soon as the words fell, all the people around looked over in unison. It wasn't the words that revealed that this person had friendship with the headmaster, but the word "smoke".There are no women in the army. In addition to eating and sleeping, it is training. Cigarettes are an indispensable thing. It is simply food for the soul, and they are indispensable.Bai Xuyao ​​immediately looked at him dryly: "Brother~"

Wei Xiaoyan also looked at him dryly: "Boss~"

Although Duan Qing didn't speak, he also looked at him.

Song Feng then walked out of the barracks slowly with everyone's expectations, and walked towards the main building.

Xiao Mingxuan was sorting out the materials at the moment, got up and handed them over: "Commander, this is the rest, and I have to go through it again later."

Sitting behind the desk was a man, about forty, imposing, with two bars and four stars on his shoulders. He was the captain of the special brigade, Colonel Zheng Qiyong.

It is divided into front and rear fields. The front is mostly for recruits, and the rear is the main body of the special forces. They usually leave from the back when they go on missions.The main building at the back is the same style as the front, and the office of the general team is there, but today half of the people were scanned again, and this person came to look at the information.

Zheng Qiyong flipped through it, and didn't even bother to scold him. This person, like the captain of Team 1, scoured people very hard. He flipped through the first few pages: "The quality of this time is good, and the two you specially recruited are also reserved. down?"

"Well, their grades are on the next few pages."

Zheng Qiyong nodded and was about to turn backwards when he heard a crisp "report" from outside, without raising his head: "Go in."

Xiao Mingxuan recognized that it was Song Feng, turned his head to look, and soon saw that person coming in, and then... Immediately slid down the door frame.

Xiao Mingxuan: "..."

"Well, I went the wrong way..." Song Feng got up trembling, turned around and ran away.

"Stop." Zheng Qiyong said.

Song Feng closed his legs almost as a conditioned reflex, and turned around with a bang, his back was stretched straight, as if a steel plate had been installed.Xiao Mingxuan was stunned, seeing his white face with a look of hell, he unconsciously took a few steps over there to stand in front of him: "General team."

Zheng Qiyong looked at the information at the back, got up and went over, and stretched out his hand to push Xiao Mingxuan away.

Song Feng stepped back, his voice trembling: "Teacher... Instructor..."

"You're really the second child, and I'm still curious about who the two people Xiaoxuan is looking for are, so you are among them," Zheng Qiyong said, "Then I can understand, but why are your grades so poor? Um?"

"Teacher... Instructor, I can explain..." Song Feng stammered, "I did it to bring someone... Aw..." Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked away in an instant, and he fell out in embarrassment, lying on the ground. Twitching on the ground.

Xiao Mingxuan was startled, and hurried forward to stand in front of him.

"Step aside."

Xiao Mingxuan turned a deaf ear and stood still: "If you are angry, you might as well just kick me."

Zheng Qiyong slightly raised his eyebrows: "It's quite protective."

Xiao Mingxuan didn't answer, Song Feng got up grumblingly, nestled behind him, grabbed his trouser leg and trembled pitifully: "I fucking thought I escaped to heaven..."

"What are you talking about?"

"No," Song Feng snapped back to his senses, "I didn't say anything!"

Zheng Qiyong stared at him for a while: "The next time I get this result again, I will tell your grandfather to go back to practice again. I don't mind teaching you again myself."

Song Feng shook and continued to shrink.

Zheng Qiyong ignored him, turned his head and left.

Xiao Mingxuan knelt down and patted his head: "The head team taught you before?" Well, he got to know this person a little better.

Song Feng's face was snow-white, and his lips trembled.Xiao Mingxuan thought what a huge psychological shadow it was, he thought about it, tentatively pulled this person closer to his arms, and patted him.

Song Feng immediately choked with sobs, and rushed over to hug him: "Why is I so miserable..."

Xiao Mingxuan patted his head again, did he find this person's weakness?