Late at night, in the humid and stuffy training base, the cicadas on the big trees outside gradually cried out, and the leaves without wind stopped moving. Compared with the dry and hot environment outside, the team members' dormitory was extremely quiet. These young people who had already labeled as accurate players were sleeping soundly in their dreams.

But not all of them were sleeping sweetly. In a room on the corridor on the second floor, there was a faint light on the head of the bed. Long Wei leaned against the head of the bed and flirted with a thick peacekeeping operation manual. The lines of Chinese and English comparison text made him frown sometimes, and sometimes stretched out.

The news they got is to go to the Liberisen Mission Area, but that country is vast and has six or seven peacekeeping branches under it. It has not been clear which one to go. The data shows that in that country with many disasters,

The security situation in Dumonro City is the most complicated. In the civil war that lasted for more than ten years, it has been a hot spot for both the positive and negative factions to be stalemate, and more than one million people have gathered. Once it enters there, there is little room for combat maneuver and its own safety is difficult to guarantee, so how can we successfully complete the task?

As for the situation in the mission area, the specific data will be clearer at the moment when the battle is about to go to war. There are many unknown things now, just like the night outside, he feels a little depressed, a little entangled, and a little unaware of how to train.

But now many teammates are still immersed in freshness and confidence, which is the most terrifying thing.

"Alas, the war is ongoing, the rules are unfamiliar, everything must be followed by the UN action rules. There is no medical insurance or public facilities in that place. If you encounter a death, you have to find a way to solve it yourself. Alas!"

With a sigh, he picked up the coffee on the bedside table and gently placed it beside his mouth. When he was about to drink, he suddenly remembered the scene where Sun Yuanzheng asked him to see the remaining warheads on the riot shield, and said to himself:

"Captain, you are making me more vigilant and prepare for training and never be careless and confused. Once a problem arises, the only thing that can help us is the motherland and ourselves!"

He knew in his heart that now only he and Sun Yuanzheng were worried about these possible dangers in the future and were thinking and preparing in depth.

"The average age is 25 years old, most of them are team members born in the 1985. They are all the little emperors and princesses at home. After all, domestic operations are different from wars abroad, they..."

Just as he was about to reach out and turn off the bedside lamp, he saw two teammates beside him and couldn't help but whisper.

In the room of more than 20 square meters, there were originally two single beds, but Zhu Shuai was driven out by someone else when he was snoring. He directly added a bed in the middle, which seemed crowded.

Long Wei saw that he was silly and was about to move in, so he made three decisions with him. One of them was that he had to take a shower on time every night before going to bed, but now he could still smell the strong smell of sweat on his body more than one meter away.

After glanced at the socks he hid in his shoes, Long Wei knew that the guy must have entered the bathroom. He rushed down and came out, stuffed the socks into his shoes, and then took off his clothes and fell asleep.

The handsome man was lying on his side, wearing gray boxer shorts, with a chubby and strong body, with a blanket on his legs, and was asleep soundly with his mouth clattering.

"Well, this guy really has a few tricks. I don't know how to live at home?" Long Wei whispered to himself.

Just as he turned off the bedside lamp and just lay down, he heard a thud on the bed opposite him, and a shadow flashed in front of him.

Just as he was about to open his mouth and ask something, an idea immediately appeared in his mind: the handsome man is sleeping.

That's right, Zhu Shuai was having a nightmare, and knelt on the ground in a confused manner, with his eyes closed and his hands clutching randomly, as if he wanted to grab a life-saving straw, and shouted in a mess: "Mom, Mom, Mom..."

Long Wei looked like he went up and grabbed this guy who had many bad ideas, so that he could wake up. But looking at the faint moonlight, he saw long saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth, young and delicate eyebrows, and the obvious fetal fat on his face looked like an adult special policeman, but more like a boy next door, a little brother who was standing outside, g.

He didn't turn on the light, and didn't even wear slippers. He stepped on the ground and gently supported the handsome man on the shoulder. He whispered: "Master, handsome man, lie down, lie down, it's okay, it's okay."

Zhu Shuai seemed to hear it, but he seemed to have not heard it very clearly. He lay on the bed in a daze. When Long Wei turned around, the guy sat up again. He quickly went over and lie down, pressed his legs against the blanket, and then returned to the bed.

These things were often done for Long Wei before. Since he took his friends from the village to take the train for the first time, he would look for ticket sales points everywhere in the strangers at the train station, directing a group of children who had never taken the train to check tickets and take the train.

In Sun Yuanzheng's opinion, this guy is born to be a life of worrying like himself.

The next morning, Sha Quancai went out to fuck her in high spirits. Zhu Shuai searched for his socks for a long time, but now he couldn't find them in his shoes. He suddenly looked up at Long Wei and said, "Dalong, my socks are there, don't hide everything. I have linen five-finger socks, a pair of dozens of dollars."

Long Wei stood on the windowsill with a pale face and said, "Pig, what happened last night? Did you wash your socks? I was so fumigated that I didn't sleep all night last night, and I was coaxing you to sleep. I had a nightmare? Missing you... Mom?"

When Zhu Shuai heard that there were two problems, he quickly avoided his sharpness, put on his glasses, smelled the special smell, and took out his socks under Longwei's mattress, put them on neatly, then looked at him blankly, licked his tongue... said:

"I didn't dream. My mother gave me that day and bought all the buckets I brought to me. The traffic jam was so jammed that I didn't arrive at the station. I ate two lunch boxes on the train to deal with it. Now I dreamed of the buckets of the whole family at night. This handsome guy never had nightmares."

After saying that, he criticized, "Long Wei, are you a little enlightened? You were the squadron leader on the first day of fucking. Hurry up, I have caused you to lead my enthusiasm, hurry up!" The guy ran out with his shoes.

Seeing his body disappearing at the door, it was a typical fat version of the big loach, which disappeared without a trace in an instant. Thinking of him kneeling in front of him last night and talking to him in a sleep, Long Wei suddenly felt a heavy feeling on his shoulders as usual when he walked out the door.

Is this brotherhood or responsibility? Long Wei couldn't explain it clearly, and he just felt that he had to do a good job in practical training. Now he didn't sweat, and he should bleed when he arrived at the mission area.

During the domestic closed training camp in just three or four months, he secretly remembered Long Wei's instructions from Sun Yuanzheng, and studied the rules of action with his teammates all day long, constantly exploring various combat skills in complex backgrounds, and often conflicted with the concepts of the base instructors and students. Every time this situation occurs, Chen Qiang and Li Jun rarely stand on his position. Therefore, after several simulation assessments, Long Wei's comprehensive assessment results have always been ranked low.

These cubicle inspections, explosion-proof and explosion-proofing, guards, designated patrols, air-step patrols, and handling riots. After repeated training, the team members have gradually disappeared from their original strong and rosy complexion, like green snakes with faded skin.

Each of them turned black and red. Because the training intensity was too high, the team members cried and sweated more than half a pound every day. The sweat soaked the clothes on their backs, causing serious salt loss in their bodies, and became a rare medical imbalance in Ghana. They had to drink salt water in quantity to supplement their physical fitness.

"Raging Red" and "Peacekeeping Armor" and other self-created terms are passed down to each other in their mouths, which is about the hardships of peacekeeping training. This part of the author (Blue Helmet Love) wanted to write it carefully, but when he thought of those unforgettable days, sweat spilled over the playground, sweat flowed down his chin into the water cup, and he felt sad again. Then he thought, who had ever retreated from peacekeeping career, and chose to realize his dream in the school field, and who had never retreated? Because the final quota was limited, some younger brothers and sisters left with tears in their eyes, and immediately thought:

"You have never fought side by side on the battlefield, but you have left regretfully before going to war. This is the biggest regret in the Iron Blood War Men's life!"

Turning to the topic again, with the frequent arrival of senior officials of the United Nations Peacekeeping Operations Department, the selection, evaluation and assessment of the riot teams are getting closer and closer, and there is an invisible layer of pressure over the training base, and the team members are less laughing and laughing. Even five or six girls, Zhao Menghan and others, have cut their heads short and spent a lot of time on the outdoor training ground, grabbing long and short guns and stepping up training, so as to save time, lose their hands on the spot, lose their ugly faces, and be ruthlessly wiped out.

The indoor shooting range was always filled with the endless smell of gunpowder. One by one, the moving targets were beaten into sieves, and the bullet shells piled by the walls were scattered like a giant dragon.

Director Qian of the riot prevention teaching and research team was talking about the shooting principles and techniques in front of a group of team members who were sitting cross-legged. Hearing him talking verbally, Zhu Shuai took out the whistle gum and stuffed two tablets into his mouth, and handed it to Gu Danni, a big-faced girl next to him. Looking at her worried red face, he said comfortingly:

"Girl, relieve the pressure, I'll sue you. I'm tired of hearing about his tricks. What kind of sharpshooter is fed from bullets, the gymnastics champion is grinded from the equipment, and the swimming athlete runs out of the water. This thing is still there..."

He didn't finish speaking, but now that Gu Danni's face, which had just been a little nervous, had heard his words, and her face turned a lot better. The chewing gum he was holding just now began to chew gently. She was immediately overjoyed. She was about to continue saying something, but she heard Director Qian in front continue to say:

"Don't always say that you are not shooting materials. Those with talent are all snipers. As long as you work hard, you can do it. Whether it is a soldier or a policeman, sharpshooters are fed with bullets..."

"Old Qian, the two boxes of cigarettes in the morning were not in vain. OK, okay..." Zhu Shuai heard that he really said this, and a smirk that others were not easily noticed appeared on his face. He thought happily in his heart. His two rows of teeth immediately bit the gum, suppressed his laughter and looked at Director Qian in a daze, and said unintentionally:

"Director Qian, the field troops have been transferred. Look at how dedicated they are, they wear field sun hats, both indoors and outdoors."

"Pig, you..." Gu Danni heard a few words and slowly turned her head, looking at Zhu Shuai as if she was looking at her idol. Her face was as smiling as a peach blossom, and her eyes were filled with a hint of joy as if she had woken up like a dream. Then she slowly approached Zhu Shuai. Zhu Shuai was immersed in the expected love luck. Her eyes slowly closed, and she comforted herself in her heart and said:

"It's okay, it's okay, this is the last row, Lao Qian must not be able to see it."

But Gu Danni pushed her violently and said excitedly: "Why do you coincide with Director Qian's point of view? It seems that I won't be nervous if I practice it a few more times."

She is just a police officer from a grassroots unit. She signed up because she is good at foreign languages. She used to use a 77 pistol or a revolver, and her hit rate was good.

But now, once you have to wear a bulletproof vest and a helmet, the environment is unfamiliar, and you always think that you will go to a foreign battlefield soon. You can't help but feel nervous. When you hear the coach blowing the whistle and start shooting, you will always pull the trigger. After the gunshot, the cross-shaped target paper either fell under the eight rings or disappeared. Director Qian helped her analyze countless times. This is called a kowtow gun. The moment when her fingers pick the trigger, it is too strong, causing it to move downward.

Once this solid problem occurs, it will be difficult for the shooter to correct it. In the short term, he will not be able to become a gunman on the front line. This puts a lot of pressure on Gu Danni.
Chapter completed!