It was easy for us to see people carrying the wood and turning around, but it was particularly difficult when it was our turn, and several people were shaking back and forth in the sea.

It was easy to stabilize, and when I adjusted the direction and walked forward, I walked very slowly.

The movements of several of the people were very neat, almost trotting to carry the wood to the iron pot on the shore, then throwing the wood, and then turning back to look at us.

Many people laughed, but many more had sympathy and sadness on their faces.

Then they sat down on the ground and began to eat.

A few of us easily carried the wood to the iron pot, and threw the wood aside with almost a sigh of relief.

We had been standing in the sea all afternoon, and we were already too tired to do so, so as soon as everyone sat down, they couldn't wait to reach for a bowl to eat.

But our instructor suddenly walked over and threw the cauldron on the floor, and the whole pot of food fell to the ground.

The instructor lifted it hard, and finally overturned the cauldron to the ground.

The group of us looked at the food on the ground in shock and looked up at him in bewilderment.

The instructor looked up at us, spread his hands helplessly, and said a rule.

Then he pointed to the person next to him and explained to us in plain English as much as possible: "thelastone, nofood!" ”

I understood what he meant, which meant that we were the last, so there was no food.

When the big guy heard this, he suddenly boiled and seemed to be a little angry.

The guards on the side immediately rushed over and pointed their guns at us, and the two people in front rushed in and smashed us with guns and snatching nurseries.

We quieted down because they had guns, so they didn't dare to resist.

The other people in the team next to us watched us discuss something in a low voice.

I observed the people who had observed the formations, and found that each of them had a uniform skin color, as if they had come from one place.

It's like the team next to us, the people in them are basically all white-skinned Europeans and Americans, and the team next to them are all black-skinned blacks.

So I guessed that they were taken from a particular area, just like us.

It wasn't until the other teams had finished eating that the coaches regrouped, told us to stand in line, and then led us to the back of the mountain.

Once we got to the back of the hill we were given five minutes to go to the bathroom.

At that time, we didn't know what the coach meant, but fortunately, someone in the other team shouted "c", and we knew that we were going to the toilet, and quickly followed the crowd to the public toilet built next to it.

Because foreigners rarely call the toilet C, we don't know if we are going to the toilet.

I felt the importance of knowledge to me, and if I had studied English in high school, I believe I would have understood most of what he said.

When we went to the toilet, there were also guards with guns, not to mention what we wanted to do, even if we talked to each other, we would be beaten.

After following them to the toilet, we returned to the place where we had just been, re-established the square, and then walked to the side building under the guidance of the coach.

Under the building was a large lecture hall, and when I went in, I found that there was a person who looked like an instructor standing on the podium in front of me, and nodded slightly after seeing the other instructors.

The people of our team were still confused at the time, but the people from the other teams naturally sat down in their respective positions after entering.

Our coach pointed to the rightmost row and motioned for us to sit there.

As soon as we sat down, a soldier came up to us and handed us a new notebook and pen.

I instantly felt like I was back in school.

This fuck has tormented us for so long, and suddenly it was changed to give us a lesson, and we were still a little uncomfortable.

It is estimated that there are more Europeans and Americans among us, so the teacher spoke in English at that time.

He said a few words, and then opened the PPT on the computer, pointed to the projection behind him, and spoke.

I looked up and saw that the projection was actually a pistol, and it looked a bit like the desert eagle we used to play in the CF.

The instructor pointed to the structure of the gun and said something.

After talking for a while, I changed it again, found out that it was a sniper rifle, and then began to talk again.

That's when I realized he must be talking about the performance of the gun or something.

Although I couldn't understand what he was talking about or what was written on the PPT, I wrote down everything on the PPT and drew the shape of the gun in my notebook.

I'm arguably the hardest working man in our group.

The rest of us in the phalanx seemed to be a little bored, dragging their heads to listen to the lessons, and occasionally some fell asleep on their stomachs, and the instructors behind would rush up to fan their heads.

I couldn't help but want to laugh at the time, and this scene reminded me of our high school days.

I was also sleepy at that time, but the risk of sleeping on the table was too great, so I slept with my hand and my face, and let my fat tablemate Zhao Xiaofang watch the teacher for me, and she called me when the head teacher came.

I looked at my companions around me who were also sleeping with their faces dragged, and my eyes couldn't help but moisten, if I could go back to my old school days, I would be willing to exchange anything for it.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs.

The instructor on the podium shouted something out of my mind, and I quickly came back to my senses to memorize what was on the slide. 、

At this moment several soldiers came in from outside the door, each carrying a large plastic basket with a number of pistols, and one of them came up to us and gave us one.

I was a little surprised, and a little shocked, and I didn't know why they were shooting us.

However, when I picked up the gun on the table, I realized that there were no bullets in the gun.

After the other teams got the guns, they neatly dismantled them, and then quickly assembled them, and it only took more than ten seconds or even a few seconds during the process.

I was stunned and thought to myself, "This fucking is too fast.

At this time, the instructor on the podium rushed over to us, picked up a gun on the table and gave it to us, only to see that he was holding the head of the gun in one hand and the tail of the gun in the other, pressing his thumb on the body of the gun, and with a slight push, the receiver cover and muffler were instantly disassembled.

Then he parted his hand, and the bolt inside, the silencer bowl was also disassembled in an instant, and then the butt, barrel, and bullet plate.

A good pistol, the blink of an eye was dismantled by him.

Then he quickly reloaded the shattered pistol with two hands, and the speed could be described as astonishing, almost like a machine.

He loaded the pistol and shook it in front of us, then told us to pay attention to his hand.

He disassembled the pistol again, but it was much slower.

All of us watched carefully.

It seems that men are more interested in this kind of thing, and those who didn't listen to the lecture just now or didn't understand it are looking at his hands intently at the moment.

You don't need to understand this, you can learn it as long as you understand it.

After the instructor disassembled the gun, he slowly loaded it part by part.

I watched it very seriously at the time, although Sun Wei taught me to shoot, but he never taught me to disassemble and assemble a gun.

He loaded it for us twice, and I basically wrote it down after reading it.

When he was gone, I took my pistol and started dismantling.

After dismantling, it was slowly reassembled.

I was in a cold sweat at the time, for fear that I wouldn't be able to put it back in after disassembly.

But fortunately, I had a good memory, and while reviewing the coach's technique, I loaded the gun.

When I finished it, I was instantly relieved.

I saw that everyone was like me, disassembling the guns in their hands and carefully putting them back on.

Only the tall man leaned against the wall on the side, looking at us a little boredly.

I looked back at the instructor at the door, and saw that he didn't pay attention to us, so I shouted loudly, shook the gun in his hand, and signaled to him why he didn't learn to dress.

Da Gao yawned, then sat up straight, picked up the gun with one hand, and then moved his fingers a few times, and the gun in his big hand was immediately broken into pieces.