Chapter 303 This is an exercise

While another pair of team members were shooting, the soldiers who had conducted shooting training seized the time to smoke two cigarettes. This was a rare leisure time. In this damn 100,000 mountains, there were all kinds of bad luck, but there was nothing related to the word "comfort".

"Hey, Hei Chai." Another team member obviously had some friendship with Liu Jianfeng, and suddenly remembered something: "That's right. Can you tell me the truth? What's the reason for you to participate in this training plan? Why don't you go to the more idle departments, such as the regiment headquarters and company departments, and you've said it above, just draw a few strokes. If you don't call, you'll do whatever you like. With your two brushes, you can't even be used to join the army."

The young men sitting around also showed a strong interest in this issue.

"You won't understand." Liu Jianfeng, who was named Black Chai because of his black skinnyness, began to fall in love with the shape of biting a matchstick.

He felt that this unique momentum and violent aesthetic style was a relatively obvious sign in the team. It is estimated that his nickname of "Hei Chai" is also related to this habit.

"Then let me tell you briefly." The man also looked curious about breaking the casserole and asking the whole thing.

"Simply put it?" Liu Jianfeng took a deep breath and thought for a while: "Look at there."

He narrowed his eyes and looked around, then signaled a certain direction, and a tank was parked there: "It looks beautiful, doesn't it? It's full of strength, ready to go without any flaws. This unparalleled weapon is the most perfect work that mankind can create in history."

Everyone looked at the tank in confusion for a long time, but still couldn't see the reason, and fell back to Heichai again.

"What does that have to do with you?" Others shrugged their shoulders disapprovingly, not thinking that this was a reliable reason. Many people joined the special operations squad to seek better development, especially those soldiers who are not good at learning but have very distinctive in individual soldiers.

Heiba ​​was not angry about everyone's unaware attitude, but continued to chuckle, "There was an artist named Michelangelo during the Renaissance. One day, people asked him how each of your carvings was so vivid. He replied, "It's very simple. I just removed the extra part from the stone. Do you know what beauty is?"

"That is, there is no unnecessary part, no additional conditions, and there is no flawlessness of impurities. Just like war, there is only life and death. War is also a kind of beauty."

These words made the team members feel more confused, and they feel like they are like Tianshu. One of the big men suddenly stood up and spat on the ground and said viciously: "I really can't understand, Daibiu, are you really stupid in reading or have your head squeezed into the door? As you say, is it beautiful to press the intestines of the tank?"

"In our place, as long as a young man as old as me has not been to jail, he wants to join the special forces team. He all hopes to change his life in the future. He says that as long as he makes meritorious service and receives awards and comes back with medals, he can give a house, and there are many other benefits."

"It sounds simple, but this actually makes you turn your head on his waistband and try your best to see how beautiful you are. I really want to beat you up. You think that fighting is playing house..."

The big man who started talking was Gan Daoning, and he was a soldier from Guizhou Province. He could not recognize many big words, but he had good mountain combat experience, which was probably related to his hunter background.

No matter how much hope the Hualian gives to the people under his rule, there are always people who cannot get hope. These live in poor mountainous areas, live hard life, and are eager to make a name for themselves. The special forces are the only choice for some people. At least compared to other industries that require knowledge, the special forces can follow the command and kill people.

Listening to Gan Daoning's angry words, Hei Chai said nothing but smiled, raised his head and continued to squint his eyes at the sun. Everyone has their own story, and their pursuit of the future is also different.

Since it is different, why bother arguing?

The dense forest area and the valley with complex terrain are a place for practical training. The members of the special forces team ran quickly, jumped up, and rushed to the gravel ground like a hungry tiger capturing a sheep, raising their hands to shoot out a shuttle.

"Fire and fire" Lu Xincheng, who followed the scattered line, kept yelling: "Change magazines" his words do not allow any hesitation or doubt. Everyone must follow his instructions, otherwise a beating will inevitably be inevitable.

Being targeted by such an ugly beast is definitely not a past that can leave beautiful memories. This fear and uneasiness imprinted in the hearts of soldiers is inspiring everyone's fighting spirit. Oppression can bring about explosions, especially when anger cannot be targeted at the source of fear, the cathartic emotions will increase the strength of the warrior.

On this battlefield, the team members kept rolling in search of cover, and panickedly removed the empty magazines, took out the new one from the bullet belt and replaced it.

"Hurry up, idiots, if you don't shoot someone, you'll shoot him and kill him. You'll be alive in three seconds." The insults kept piercing the air. It's impossible to deny that Lu Xincheng's voice made everyone hate it, but what's even more unpleasant is that this guy is always right.

On the other hand, some people are conducting separate shooting training. Gan Daoning is a strong physique and is suitable for manipulating weapons such as machine guns. Therefore, Lu Xincheng is also standing beside him, giving necessary guidance, and correcting many details.

Gan Daoning used a large caliber class to shoot a long shot with a light machine gun. Lu Xincheng, who was lying beside him, was observing with a telescope: "I said that when I was low, I went to the mountains, there were stones everywhere, and the flowing bouncing was flying all over the sky. Even the stones that were knocked away could kill you.

The people here are elite in the army, but in the special forces, they are still far from the limit of humanity. The training courses of Xuantie Security Company have allowed these elite soldiers in the army to see another sky, which is a place where the domineering masters can do whatever they want. The only thing that needs to be considered is whether you have such qualifications.

Heibaki aimed at him with a sniper rifle, and Lu Xincheng stood behind him with his waist bent, judging whether the trajectory from the door to the correctness of the extension line.

"Stay calm, don't worry, your shot is a good sniper that hits dozens of other people's guns, but it's equivalent to half a platoon of soldiers."

Liu Jianfeng was originally a tank gunner, but now he is a sharpshooter in the team. He is undergoing training in Landing Xincheng, and his shooting skills are growing rapidly.

Mo Xiong knelt on one leg and supported himself, preparing to use the grenade launcher. Lu Xincheng pointed at him step by step behind him. From behind, the figures of the two people almost completely overlapped.

"Optimize the target, visually measure the approximate distance, and adjust the height of the gun according to the parabola. I said, use visual inspection, why are you showing off your hand? Don't be slow and fire at a speed."

Mo Xiong was also a platoon leader and was familiar with the use of old grenade launchers in the army. However, I have never seen this grenade launcher that can be used to directly and curvedly in his hand, and I am a little at a loss.

Not far away, the ground was lined with wooden boxes, and portable individual rocket propellers were placed inside. This kind of recoilless bazooka weapon is the favorite of later generations of terrorism, and the so-called rpg is also.

Each of the special forces members carried a rocket launcher on his shoulders, spread out into a row, and shot in sequence. Buses of smoke and sand rose behind him, and the targets in the distance were accurately hit and shattered in the explosion.

Many of the weapons and equipment here, whether individual soldiers or large equipment, are obviously different from the Chinese military standard equipment outside. Their performance is more reliable, their power is more amazing, and their meticulous workmanship makes it unbelievable for soldiers who often come into contact with military weapon entities.

Every two hours or so, there are a short ten minutes of rest. After finally surviving the inhumane training, the exhausted soldiers gathered together to chat about topics. Many times, they were playing vulgar jokes, but their feelings began to become intimate.

Months of training have created the cohesion of the team and cultivated the emotional bonds of comrades. This is the sincere emotion that has been refined after experiencing pain together, and gradually flourishes through unscrupulous laughter and scolding. Warriors and literati are the existences of two worlds, and many philosophies of dealing with people and things are meaningless here.

Touching the assault rifle in my hand, Mo Xiong also sighed: "This guy is the real assault rifle. Compared to that, I used to play with the old man's hunting rifle."

Heichai raised his eyelids: "Jing Zhidao is talking nonsense. Your grandfather probably played with a coercine gun back then, even the Japanese were playing with bolt rifles. What else do you have to complain about?"

This is not actually targeting. Mo Xiong also has a good popularity in the team, and his relationship with Hei Chai is the best. He often complains to each other, which has become a habit. No matter how many quarrels, he can still sit down and hold his shoulders together to drink and chat.

"It's time for the scumbags to gather." Lu Xincheng's broken voice amplified unlimitedly from the small speaker of the loudspeaker, eroding everyone's ears.

Like canned fish, soldiers were stuffed into crowded multi-purpose infantry vehicles in squads. This kind of battlefield off-road vehicle with only light armor as the main protective force is actually not very popular.

Fortunately, the opponents are poor people who lack individual soldiers and heavy weapons, and rifles cannot threaten these light armored vehicles.

The infantry fighting vehicle driving at high speed suddenly turned and before it stopped, the rear cabin door was kicked open. The young men jumped out one after another and then scattered in a circle, forming a warning posture.

Lu Xincheng leaned out of the cab, patted the body of the car and scolded: "Go forward"

The young men were covering each other, running and shooting. Lu Xincheng picked up his gun from time to time and pulled out a shuttle, constantly shouting: "Firepower cover suppresses the enemy, and they cannot raise their heads and go over alone, and the remaining cover."

This is the day of training, I spend it like this every day.

Finally it's the turn of parachute training.

The Pelican-28 military transport aircraft designed by the Tianyu Group commissioned by the Huajun to pull up and hover over the basin. Two rows of fully armed young men were sitting face to face with the porthole in the cabin - parachutes, bulletproof vests, magazine grenades, and submachine guns.

The weapon in Hei Chai's hand was an SVD sniper rifle, with a cloth covering the scope, while Gan Daoning held the handheld squad and used a light machine gun with a serious look. No one in the cabin spoke, and even if he said it, he could not hear it. The huge engine of the transport plane made a rumble sound, covering everything.

Although the team members seemed calm, they could see their vague concern by looking carefully. Their eyes were moving back and forth while they were awake, and their eyes were dazed.

Just then, a red light lit up above the door leading to the cab.

"Preparation" Lu Xincheng came out of the cabin, stood in the middle of the cabin, raised his hands to signal to the young men, and shouted vigorously.

The soldiers stood up staggeringly and hung the spring hooks on the parachute to the steel cable hanging above. At this time, Lu Xincheng also walked along the aisle from between the two queues, checking everyone's equipment and umbrella tools.

With a sharp beep, the green light lit up.

"Airborne troops rushed"

The team members shouted in unison, "Winning" and pressed their heads against the backs of their comrades in front, and moved tightly into two rows toward the door. Without hesitation, they jumped out. After Lu Xincheng pushed the last one out with all his might, he jumped out of the plane.

White scattered flowers bloomed in the sky. The young men felt that they were being pulled hard by a force, their bodies were almost torn in half, and a rapid wind blew over and could not breathe at all.

Even if he opened his mouth wide and shouted, the sound was taken away instantly, and he could only open his mouth like a fish. Looking up, the transport plane had long turned into a small black dot. Looking around, the toy-like houses scattered on the gradually clear ground like sesame seeds.

Iron Can, who was strongly stimulated by this feeling that he had never experienced before, was humming a wild mountain song that had forgotten the lyrics.

As the ground got closer and closer, the paratroopers unloaded their automatic rifles and began to shoot, shaking randomly under the impact of recoil. After landing on the ground, they immediately freed from the umbrella, quickly established a line of defense, and covered each other to move towards the target.

Gan Daoning was still intoxicated by the song he thought was beautiful. But soon he felt something was wrong. When he looked around, the happy song immediately turned into a curse. At some point he deviated from the jump point and was now in a desolate and unknown small village.

The nearby scenery looks like a deserted valley, because there is a dilapidated house in the distance. The background is disrepaired and the colors are mottled, but it can still be seen that this place was originally a landlord's farm.

A few tanned farm children were playing horse riding and fighting nearby. One of them suddenly looked up and saw Gan Daoning in the air. He was so scared that he shouted. The other several looked in the direction of his fingers. After staying for a while, they ran away in horror.

In this poor and dilapidated small village, people fall from the sky, which is indeed not a normal thing.

Gan Daoning wanted to chase him now but was not strong enough. He felt that he was no longer declining, but his body was still in mid-air. This discovery scared him into a cold sweat and hurriedly twisted his body and struggled. He felt something like a stick was pressing against his body, and he suddenly realized that he was hanging on a flagpole.

The red inferior fabric is printed with a sickle and a hammer, which is the flag of the red door.

Gan Daoning, who was yelling and struggling, suddenly stopped working hard. A numb sound came into his eardrums, which was a sound that could only be made when the fabric was torn. His legs began to get a little cold. He wanted to poke his head out of his head but felt that his neck could not move. It turned out that he was being worn by the sharp flagpole head and picked up on it.

The unstoppable pole head quickly ran from the legs along the back to the shoulder, and then blocked the castration by the steel helmet. The thrilling iron can was hung by the lace on the helmet and stayed in the air for a few seconds, and finally broke the narrow strap on the chin and fell down the flagpole.

The helmet stayed at the top of the flagpole and fell on the parachute that fell under his feet.

But the misfortune was far from over, and he was put on the flagpole and could not move. A large parachute rope that pushed and chaotic grooves wrapped around his clothes, bulletproof vests and weapons, tied him up tightly.

Now, except for his two hands being able to move slightly, he could neither bend nor twist his body, but could only stand straight like a stick. The iron can struggled and shouted helplessly, and kept spinning around the flagpole like a millstone, trying to untie the tangled umbrella bag strap and parachute rope.

The children ran back and gathered around him, looking at him curiously, talking about something in local dialect. The brave ones also reached out to touch him from time to time, and even pulled his machine gun.

"Get out of here and get out of here, you damn little puppies"

Gan Daoning is very simple. He does not have the noble political awareness of the military and civilian family. Now he is yelling anxiously but helpless: "Don't touch me and get out of here, let it go, that's mine, and call your father, can you speak vernacular?"

The sky slowly darkened, leaving only the lonely Gandaning and the damn pole, like a martyr tied to a pillar of shame in the Middle Ages.

There were mixed footsteps and people talking from afar. Lu Xincheng finally led the young men to run from the playground, all of whom were full of wrath. They were panting and staring at Gan Daoning tied to the pole.

"I'll leave for two minutes," Lu Xincheng looked at his watch and sighed as if nothing had happened: "Time is a gold price." He turned around and walked away. As soon as he took out the cigarette and lit it, there was a bang of beating and Gan Daoning's miserable wailing from behind.

Fortunately, this stupid guy is just a place for drills, otherwise he would have exposed the existence of the whole team. Because of this guy's misfortune, the whole team will be punished, and it is reasonable to be beaten.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he turned a blind eye to the violent incident that happened behind him. Lu Xincheng calmly lit it, took a deep breath, and then highlighted the off-white smoke ring: "Hurry up, you still have to hurry up."

Then, the whine that continued to echo in the air...

More to, address

{Piaotian Literature www.piaotian.net Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}
Chapter completed!