He lay solemnly on the shooting ground line, wearing auspicious suit, as if he had merged into the earth.

The 85 sniper was always in his hand, and the shell on the barrel remained motionless.

In the departure area behind the ground line, several sniper teams sat and stood there, whispering.

"Do you think our deputy company commander fell asleep?"

"No, the shell must fall off when you fall asleep."

...

In fact, no wonder some people have this illusion.

Because from the time you lie down, the solemnity is like an old monk entering into meditation. Even when you look from the side, you can't even feel the breath of life.

As the referee, the second platoon leader quietly walked around Zhuang Yan several times and peeked into his eyes.

Finally, I was surprised to find that my solemn eyes were open and I was staring at the scope.

Now, on the entire shooting ground line, except for the fainting sniper Wen Geng, who was carried away, the other soldiers had already declared failure.

The shortest one hour is over, and the longest one is not more than two hours.

The only one who was still lying on the shooting ground line to compete with the solemn person is Niu Shilin, who has the best marksmanship among real-name snipers, and has the strongest comprehensive quality.

Niu Shilin felt an abnormal feeling all over his body.

His back was so dry that the sun was roasted, and the camouflage clothes were hard. Although the damn Geely clothes blocked the scorching sun, they made the body even more stuffy.

The sweat on the back was blown out and dried again, while the camouflage clothes on the abdomen and chest were already wet because they were covered on the ground for a long time.

He slapped his eyelids gently, and tears swelled.

This is not because I feel so uncomfortable to cry, but because my sweat pickles my eyes red, and my tears are stimulating by sweat, causing me to keep crying.

The little skin on my wrist is itchy, and I don’t know if it’s the bug crawling.

This ghost place is full of weeds and there are so many bugs that are dying.

Just now, a group of small insects are hovering on his Geely Suit. Whenever this thing is pounced on his body, he will go up and snatch it.

It doesn't look as big as a sesame seed, and it hurts hard to bite people.

It's getting itchy...

It's getting itchy...

A few little bugs pounced on their faces, and one even pounced on their eyelashes.

Dog Day bug!

He cursed secretly, but he could do nothing.

If you put it normally, you can kill this thing with just one slap.

Now I dare not move.

This afternoon, he had tried all his strength.

As a veteran of the non-commissioned officer, he not only fought for his honor, but also proved to the solemnly that even in the past, the reconnaissance soldiers of the 4th Division were not cowards.

He blinked his eyelids gently, trying to drive away the little bug.

Unexpectedly, an accident happened. The insect did not fly away, but was pinched by the eyelids, and then stood on the wet eyeballs.

Moreover, it was still struggling, and an unbearable astringent and tingling sensation came from its eyes.

Tears flowed even harder.

The sun sets a little westward.

Although I don’t know what time it is now, the time must be quite short.

Niu Shilin felt as if he had survived for centuries, just like the poor monkey pressed down at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain in Journey to the West.

He understood that now was a contest of endurance.

If you encounter this kind of problem, the deputy company commander of Zhuang who is lying nearby will also encounter the same problem.

Niu Shilin didn't believe that Zhuangyan was really a stubborn one. He could do it, and he could do it himself. He was all human, with four arms, one head and two legs. Why can't he be more awesome than him?

What's more, you can't do anything like marksmanship than other people.

Who can't just lie on the ground and learn from turtles without any effort?

It's just about giving some endurance and patience.

Before lying down, Niu Shilin thought so. He swore that he would not be blown by the wind this morning, because he blinked his eyes hard and the shell dropped.

He decided to stick to the end no matter what.

The whole process is definitely a hellish torture.

Although there is no heart-wrenching hardship of physical training, it has the torture that slowly flows like gurgling water to fill people.

If special obstacles in physical training are compared to the tragic death of dozens of shots on the ancient battlefield, then this endurance training is like gently cutting flesh on you with a blunt knife, one after another. Although the pain intensity is not as strong as tens of thousands of arrows, it is like cutting into pieces, making people feel better than being able to get it done with one knife.

As the temperature gradually dropped, the light also dimmed.

The swarms flying in the air began to become more excited, with more numbers, and rushed down like bombers, not only testing around their faces.

Another bug filled Niu Shilin's eyes.

This time, he finally couldn't help it. He used some strength in the blink of an eye, but the bullet on the barrel tilted and landed on the ground.

He got up, rubbed his eyes constantly, then took out the kettle, poured it directly on his face, poured it into his eyes, and washed away the worm's corpse.

"I lost!"

This time, he lost with confidence.

The second platoon leader declared: "Three hours, fifteen minutes and twenty-six seconds."

After saying that, he turned around and walked to Zhuangyan's side.

"Deputy Company Commander, you won."

Smiling solemnly, he took away the bullet shell and put away the gun.

Everyone saw that a mouthful of white teeth appeared on the face covered with camouflage oil paint.

"How is it? Are you convinced?"

The soldiers replied loudly: "I'm convinced! I'm so impressed! The deputy company commander is awesome!"

Niu Shilin came over and said to Zhuang Yan: "Deputy Company Commander, why do you seem to be fine?"

"What can I do?" asked Zhuang Yan.

Niu Shilin said: "No bugs flew into your eyes?"

Zhuangyan said: "Come together first, I will tell you some details later."

The second platoon leader blew the whistle and gathered everyone, except Yang Ouo who was sent to the health care worker.

The soldiers from other companies of the reconnaissance battalion who were watching around were standing far away and did not leave.

Everyone wants to hear what Zhuang Yan said about the "details". This deputy company commander is so amazing. He is really an extremely powerful guy. Everyone wants to learn a little from him, even if it is a little bit of fur, maybe he can practice it himself in the future. Even if he can't practice it, he can just go back to brag in the future.

"Niu Shilin just asked me why I wasn't harassed by insects." His solemn eyes swept over everyone in the team: "Actually, there is no effect. I was also affected by insects, but one thing is that I suffered less than Niu Shilin, and there are not many bugs looking for me. What is the reason?"

Everyone stretched their necks, waiting to know the answer.

"The secret is here." Zhuang Yan stretched out his hand, gently touched the skin on his face, and then faced everyone with his palm facing him.

Everyone saw that the solemn palms were stained with black things.

"Oil color?"

Everyone has questions in their hearts.

However, everyone just painted oil paint.

Niu Shilin was also trampled.
Chapter completed!