The strongest soldier

At the sniper training ground of the Valley Training Team, Luo Zheng calmly and carefully aimed at the target for shooting training. The three boxes of ammunition next to him were empty, and the fourth box was about to be bottomed out. Each box contained 100 rounds of ammunition. Three hours of shooting training. Luo Zheng unknowingly fired nearly 400 rounds of ammunition. The strong recoil made his shoulders swell and hurt. His eyes began to swell, and the sight of the target became illusory.

The wind was much stronger, and the bullets were more erratic when fired. The dust was flying, curling in the air, and soon disappeared. Luo Zheng squinted his eyes for a while to make his dry eyes feel more comfortable, and then looked at the sniper again. Inside, the sun was blazing, the ground temperature reached around 30, and my whole body was already soaked to the skin. A large amount of sweat hung on my brow, blocking my sight. My body began to show signs of dehydration.

In a row of rooms not far away, Lan Xue stood by the window and watched Luo Zheng training, motionless, for three hours. This time was nothing to Lan Xue, but Lan Xue knew that Luo Zheng The situation was the first high-intensity sniper training, and under such temperature conditions, it was very rare to be able to survive for three hours. The cold face was filled with relief and expectation.

The appearance of the Wild Wolf mercenary group made Lan Xue realize that someone wanted to deal with Luo Zheng. The biggest suspect was the Song family. The Song family held a high position and had no evidence. Lan Xue had no choice but to endure it and secretly Fortunately, he came to the training base, otherwise, with Luo Zheng's current strength, he would definitely die.

Another hour passed, and Luo Zheng still had no intention of stopping. The newly sent bullets were once again empty. The other members of the training team had already gone back to eat. Lan Xue saw that Luo Zheng had no intention of stopping, for fear of being so life-threatening. Continuing training will be counterproductive, so he left the room and quickly came to the training ground.

"How is it?" Lan Xue asked in a low voice.

"It's okay." Luo Zheng replied, firing another sniper projectile.

Lan Xue was surprised at Luo Zheng's physical fitness. He could withstand it for so long. Ordinary people would have fainted from dehydration, so he said: "Ten rounds, target position nine." After saying that, he raised the telescope.

"Understood." Luo Zheng knew that Lan Xue was planning to test his performance. He immediately closed his eyes, took a deep breath, relaxed his body, and warned himself that he must perform at a high level. After feeling that his eyes were not so dry, he suddenly opened them and said, With a flash of light, Luo Zheng struck decisively, "Whoops!"

"Nine rings." Lan Xue said coldly.

"Boohoo!" Luo Zheng continued to shoot, with an interval of no more than three seconds, and Lan Xue calmly reported the count.

Soon, all ten rounds of bullets were fired. Lan Xue looked at Luo Zheng calmly, with a flash of shock in his eyes, but the expression on his face remained as cold as usual, and said: "Ten rounds, 80 rings."

When Luo Zheng heard that the results were so miserable, he lowered his head in embarrassment, pointed his gun down, stood up slowly, looked at Lan Xue and said seriously: "Give me some more time, in ten days, I promise to get a score of 90 rings. "

"Okay." Lan Xue nodded and said coldly, "Now, let's eat."

"Yes!" Luo Zheng leaned on his feet, saluted gratefully, and walked towards his bedroom in the cafeteria with the remaining bullets.

Lan Xue looked at Luo Zheng's back and smiled happily. According to the standard, a rookie in the special forces, that is, someone who has just been selected into the special forces, can shoot 85 rings at 600 meters, while Luo Zheng has 80 rings at 1,000 meters. This means Regarding shooting, Luo Zheng basically met the conditions to join the special forces, and this was just the beginning. As time went by, Lan Xue believed in her eyes and had higher expectations for Luo Zheng. She thought of something and her face turned red with embarrassment.

After lunch, Luo Zheng came to the back mountain with bullets and went straight to the waterfall. After hiding his sniper rifle, he took off his clothes and jumped into the pool to continue training. The water pressure in the pool was very high. Every time he punched or kicked The difficulty is very high, and irregular whirlpools are formed around it, making it impossible to stand firmly. This type of training in harsh conditions is incredibly difficult.

For half an hour, Luo Zheng had to find a place with a smaller waterfall to stop and rest. While using the breathing method passed down from his family to restore his physical strength, he let the falling waterfall hit his body to increase his resistance to blows. When he was almost recovered, After that, I walked into the water pool again to train.

In the distance, on a big tree, Lan Xue used binoculars to look at Luo Zheng who was training desperately. His face was full of worry. Thinking of Luo Zheng's unyielding temper, he had to suppress this worry and carefully guard the surroundings to prevent Another person from the Wild Wolf mercenary appeared, and one of them was already dead. It was impossible for the Wild Wolf mercenary to just give up.

Time passed quickly. At dusk, Luo Zheng saw that it was getting late and his body had no strength at all. He rolled and crawled to a rock on the shore. He planned to rest for a while and then go back. Not long after he closed his eyes, Suddenly I heard a rustling sound, and I couldn't help being startled. I opened my eyes suddenly, and a black muzzle appeared in front of me. Follow the muzzle, and a man covered in camouflage appeared in front of me.

The person who came was not tall, his face was smeared with dark paint, and his age and nationality could not be identified. What was strange was that he was wearing a pair of glasses. Not many snipers wore glasses, unless they were anti-sun tactical glasses, and the other person The glasses are white, like myopia glasses.

"Who are you?" Luo Zheng was shocked and forced himself to calm down. This was the first time he faced death at such a close distance. His physical strength had not yet recovered and he was no match for him. He would delay for a while.

"Delaying tactics?" the other party said coldly, speaking in a blunt Chinese Mandarin, aiming the gun at Luo Zheng's heart, and sneered: "It's useless, I have been observing you for four hours and thirty-eight minutes, and there is no one around you." No one can come to save you. I only ask you one question, and as long as you answer it well, I can guarantee that I will give you a happy life, otherwise, life will be worse than death."

"Ask, but I don't guarantee the answer." Luo Zheng saw that there was no way to survive, so he risked his life. He gradually regained his composure, stood up slowly, and said coldly.

"Very good, what's your name?" the other party said coldly, not minding Luo Zheng standing up at all.

"Luo Zheng." Luo Zheng said, with a risk-taking attitude.

"Luo Zheng? It's really you, very good, you can go die." The other party was startled, then overjoyed, his eyes bursting with murderous intent, and he shouted coldly.

"Whoops!" A gunshot rang out.

Luo Zheng closed his eyes, but found that he was fine after the gunshot. He couldn't help but be suspicious. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the other party had fallen to the ground and died, with his head blown. Luo Zheng knew that someone had saved him, so he looked around in surprise, and Not finding anything, he decisively picked up the opponent's sniper rifle, quickly hid under the boulder, and looked around.