"Zeng An, you know the situation of these recruits, you have to take it easy to train them. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Hou Qinglong sat on the sofa, and in front of him stood Liao Cheng and Zeng An.

Zeng An nodded: "Yes, division commander, Company Commander Liao has already told me, don't worry, I promise to complete the task." ”

Hou Qinglong smiled slightly: "You have to remember that in these fifteen days, you need to let them learn skills, and they don't need to be proficient." I'll leave the rest to you, don't worry, I'll take care of anything for you. ”

"Yes, Commander. ，”

The recruits are all concentrated on the playground, and the news of the change of instructors has long been spread, and everyone knows it, everyone understands it. They are also a little nostalgic for those instructors, but more curious and anticipatory for new instructors.

Zeng An stepped on his land boots and walked on the concrete floor, behind him was his "special one" unit, which happened to be a platoon, everyone was fully armed, among which two people were holding sniper rifles, wearing camouflage nets, infrared night vision devices on their helmets, and headphones on their ears. Of course, there are other things you didn't pay attention to. The rest of the men are standard special forces weapons.

The recruits were shocked when they saw these different military uniforms and weapons that they couldn't name. Some people are still thinking, are you not afraid of heat stroke when you wear so much in such a hot weather?

Yes, the special forces did wear a lot, especially the two snipers. But they have to dress like that. At any time, in any place, in any environment, you have to face unknown dangers, and you will be killed with one hit.

Zeng An walked in the front, he didn't wear anything, just the military uniform of a special forces officer, and a Type 92 military pistol pinned to his leg. On the armband is a tiger head.

"All stand upright. Zeng An shouted at the recruits.

"Here, let me ask you a question first. Do you know what special forces are?" Zeng An shouted there with a straight face.

The recruits also reacted, oh, it's special forces.

Zeng An said solemnly: "Special forces refer to armed forces that carry out special tasks, conduct special training, and are equipped with special equipment, and are under the leadership and command of the highest military command organ. And we are from the special brigade of the Lanzhou Military Region, known as the "Tiger Regiment", you may be very unfamiliar with the "Tiger Regiment", but it doesn't matter, I will train you in the next 15 days. ”

Zeng An's face suddenly changed, and he shouted at the recruits: "Tell me, where are your guns?"

The recruits were stunned for a moment, guns? Did you give us a gun? Someone immediately shouted: "Report, we only have guns when we shoot for training, where do we usually go to touch the guns?"

Zeng An said behind him: "You, immediately lead them to get the gun, within half an hour, I hope they can stand here with the gun on their bodies." ”

"Yes. The special forces turned to the recruits and shouted, "All of them, run and walk the target equipment warehouse." ”

The recruits all went to the equipment warehouse under the command of the special forces to get their guns, this time the heart was beautiful, I didn't expect the special forces to be so awesome, I usually see it on TV, it's really good, and I directly gave the gun.

Yongfei was thinking, Dad's ability is really great, two groups of people train us a month, and this time it is still a special forces.

The sun was just rising, and the temperature was still low, and it was time for the recruits to feel better after nine o'clock.

Twenty minutes later, one hundred and fifteen people appeared on the playground with Type 85 semi-automatic submachine guns on their bodies, their faces full of joy, thinking that they would be able to sleep with guns in their arms in the future.

Zeng An looked at his door and shouted: "Do you know how to hold a gun? A gun is a symbol of a soldier, another life of a soldier, and you don't even know how to hold a gun." Then he shouted to his special forces: "You guys, go and teach them how to hold guns, don't insult the guns in their hands." ”

Training how to hold a gun became the task of how the recruits should hold a gun, and it took them an hour to learn all the correct postures for holding a gun. One thing, there are no bullets in these guns. If one of the hapless people pulls the trigger, they might win.

"It seems that you guys are really stupid, and I will teach you how to be a real soldier in the next time. ”

"Let them do their martial arts homework in the afternoon. This will go to the woods for a five-kilometer run. ”

"Yes. ”

The recruits were driven into the woods with marching backpacks on their backs and began a five-kilometer trail run. Luckily, there are trees in the woods to shade it, which is much better than running five kilometers on the playground. They soon discovered that the Type 95 semi-automatic rifle had added weight to their bodies. 3.25 kg is not very heavy. But I can't help it, I have to keep running.

Train, train, train non-stop.

Afternoon.

"Fighting homework, until I know you can't get up. "In the afternoon, the instructors unloaded their weapons in order to better train the recruits.

Zeng An sat in his room, holding a bottle of Coke in his hand, and the computer screen showed images of the recruits in martial arts training.

There's no showmanship at all in the fight, as long as you knock the opponent down. It's grass, otherwise it would be fucking painful to fall, and by the time the training is over, the bones will be scattered.

Combat is a skill that every special forces member and even every soldier must master. Military boxing is the most common, but in the eyes of the special forces, it is a showmanship, and they give the recruits different fighting skills.

Push-ups, frog jumps, and weapon explanations at night train them on how to disassemble and install the Type 95 semi-automatic assault rifle.