If you ask a member of the logistics special support forces what is the greatest happiness in life, then he will definitely say "sleep".

Only after the mission did the team members get a short vacation, and all their time on weekdays was taken up by various trainings. And a more accurate statement about these trainings is that in the lives of members of the logistics special support forces, "every day seems extraordinarily long."

In the wee hours of the morning, he would wake up and complete a five-kilometer trail run, and then go for a swim of 1,800 meters. It's just a warm-up, and then there's a variety of workouts, all of which have strict time limits, and if you delay a little, you won't be able to eat a lot of food. The most leisurely part of the day is the preparation session before tactical training, but it only lasts for a maximum of forty minutes. After the tactical study, they have to put what they have just discussed into practice in training. During this period, for each bullet wasted, you will be punished by adding ten kilograms of weight to the next day's trail run. Not only that, but those who make mistakes in various training sessions are punished, and the punishment is so severe that everyone has to work desperately to avoid possible mistakes.

Next, the members of the logistics special support forces who have experienced high mental stress are exhausted, but the day's work is not over. They also want to study as if they were in college, depending on which field they want to become. Yes, these members of the logistics special forces are already the strongest and most militarily talented soldiers, but these are not enough for them, and what distinguishes them from other special forces members is their high intelligence and advanced knowledge and skills in their specialized fields. For most people, this is the most difficult part, even if you don't take into account the language in which you are teaching.

Every day of the logistics special support forces is different, and no one can say that one day is easier than another.

There is an interesting story that someone once suggested to Zhong Qianmo that he could sleep for an extra hour at least one day a week on weekends. This is not a simple verbal request, but a written report signed by the entire staff. The thin little old man thought for a long time before agreeing, and the members of the logistics special support force were happy for a whole night.

The next day, all those who were given extra sleep were informed that they would go on an orienteering march in the mountains, where they would have to complete a distance of sixty kilometers and a weight of thirty-five kilograms in twenty hours. Before they could begin to complain, the little old man had already announced that the march would be fixed as a "weekend life". Of course, the change of station and the uncertainty of the mission made it unnecessary for them to do this training every week, but as soon as he had the opportunity, Zhong Qianmo would pull them into the wild with various terrains and landforms, and combine this training with survival training.

The team members even believe that he is not trying to train his subordinates, but to die for his subordinates.

All in all, the most favorite and most lacking thing for the lads of the logistics special support forces is sleep, so they seize every time they can sleep to sleep. At the end of the mission, Team A was left in Pakistan for half a day to await a normal civilian flight. This period of time was simply too precious for Team A, and the whole team went to sleep immediately.

ACE HAD JUST LAID DOWN ON HIS BED WHEN ROMON WALKED IN FROM OUTSIDE WITH A LARGE BACKPACK. The members of the logistics special support force keep their own equipment, so that they can assemble in the fastest time at any time, and prepare at least two series of weapons and equipment from the United States and Russia under their beds. Rohmin participated in the operation directly from the training, and only then did he have time to organize his personal belongings.

"I'm not going to affect you, am I?" Romon, who had just opened his backpack, suddenly turned his head and asked ACE. "I try not to make a sound."

"It's okay, I don't want to sleep just yet." ACE SAT UP FROM THE BED. "It wouldn't affect you if I asked you questions, would it?"

"No, it won't." Rohmon replied crisply. "And I don't necessarily answer you."

"You used to do a good job in the Special Operations Division, why did they kick you out of there?" ACE ASKED VERY DIRECTLY. "What did you mess up?"

Romon didn't look up. "I moved here to replenish Team A."

ACE SNEERED. "Each team only transfers additional combat personnel from the reserve detachment, but you can directly transfer a lieutenant colonel from the office, and even a fool will know that you have been demoted."

Rohmon smiled. "What's the surprise of demotion? I'm not the first person to be demoted. ”

"But you're the first in our small unit to be demoted. What the hell is going on? "ACE is getting to the bottom of things.

ROMON LOOKED UP AT ACE. "I'm the one with the higher rank in this room, so you have to consider whether it's appropriate before you ask a question."

ACE smiled too.

"You know who I am, I never cared about bullshit titles. I ask you questions, and you have to answer them. ”

ROMON PUT DOWN HIS HAND AND LOOKED AT ACE AS IF HE HAD JUST MET THIS PERSON.

"After so many years, your stubborn temper still hasn't changed. From this point of view, the army really failed. Originally, I felt guilty about replacing you, but now it seems completely unnecessary. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, there's no old man Zhong behind you now." ACE'S EYES NARROWED. "If you don't answer my questions properly, I'm going to beat you up like I did in training camp."

ROMON WAS SILENT FOR A MOMENT, THEN LOOKED UP AT ACE WITH A CALM GAZE.

"I'm only here because I am needed here, nothing special."

ACE looked at him too.

"You know, nobody likes to be around a time bomb, and you're a time bomb right now."

"I'm not a ticking time bomb, you are. But the difference between me and you is that I don't care what kind of bomb you are. No matter what kind of bomb you are, I have a way to deal with you. ”

As Rohmon spoke, he placed his belongings on the bed, and one of the new products, the "Desert Warrior", the M1911, caught ACE's attention. IT IS SAID THAT THIS PISTOL, PRODUCED BY THE AMERICAN COMPANY KIMBER, WAS SPECIALLY CUSTOMIZED FOR THE US NAVY SPECIAL FORCES AND WAS SIGNIFICANTLY DIFFERENT FROM THE REGULAR M1911 PISTOL. In the years since its inception in 1911, countless gunsmiths have studied it and tried a lot of possible improvements, and the KIMBER company has integrated a lot of experience into its own products with many functions that were previously only available on custom-made products, and each KIMBER product is a semi-manual product. For military personnel with a special love for weapons, a fine firearm is more attractive than anything in the world.

"Where did you get this pistol?"

ACE leaned over and looked at the "Desert Warrior" carefully, almost reaching out to touch it. There is an unwritten rule for special forces that they should not touch other people's equipment without the permission of the owner. It was difficult for outsiders to understand this strange sounding rule, and once someone asked them their own questions about it, and a soldier who did not want to be named replied angrily:

"How would you feel if someone touched your wife casually?"

Rohmon unloaded the magazine and checked the chamber of the gun, then turned the pistol upside down and handed it to ACE.

"Of course I bought it, I bought it at a gun shop in the United States during my last overseas mission."

As soon as you get your hands on this gun, ACE is able to experience the comfort of exquisite craftsmanship and meticulous design. It is an indescribable feeling that only people who have touched the weapon countless times can experience, such as drinking water, knowing whether it is warm or cold. He shifted his position several times in succession, and gently pulled the trigger, and the large-caliber pistol seemed to be tailor-made for him.

Then he held the gun to his ear and shook it vigorously. There is no sound of any collision, indicating that the parts are tightly bonded. As KIMBER advertises, this gun has competition-grade production and quality control.

Seeing him shake his head and sigh, Rohmon laughed. "You love this gun."

ACE HELD THE PISTOL IN FRONT OF HIS EYES AGAIN.

"That's right. The MK23 is certainly a good gun, but it's too big and heavy. This thing is much more pleasing to the eye. ”

Rohmon smiled. "Take it, this gun is given to you, which is a small compensation for you to lose your position as captain."

ACE LOOKED AT ROMON IN SURPRISE. "How's that going to work? You must also love this gun. ”

Rohmon took out another "Desert Warrior" from his backpack. "If I like something, I'll prepare an extra one."

ACE'S EYES NARROWED. "You're really stylish. How much do these two guns cost? You are committing a crime against the cause of national defense. ”

Rohmon took another box from his backpack and threw it over.

"It's all out of my own pocket, and it has nothing to do with the Army. You'll have to find one yourself. ”

ACE caught the box and opened it, and found that it contained a magazine for good bullets and a tool for wiping the gun, and he looked at Rohmon warily.

"You want to bribe me?"

Rohmon looked at him amusedly. "A lieutenant colonel wants to bribe a lieutenant? If you don't want it, bring it back to me. ”

ACE LOOKED AT HIM SOLEMNLY. "Who says I don't want it? I just don't want to be blackmailed by you in the future. ”

ROMON WALKED AROUND THE CAMP BED AND SAT ACROSS FROM ACE, LOOKING HIM SERIOUSLY IN THE EYES.

"Obviously, you know something about me. You know what I think? These things are top secret, and you can only know about them if you know about them, and they have nothing to do with your so-called channels. And he lets you know, apparently with ulterior motives. I have only one request for you, don't get involved in whatever this person wants you to do, because it won't do you any good. ”

ACE met his gaze. "What do you mean by that?"

ROMON CAUTIOUSLY OBSERVED ACE'S EXPRESSION, AND THE TWO MEN LOOKED AT EACH OTHER, NEITHER OF THEM FLINCHING.

Rohmon smiled. "I mean, you care too much about me, I can't stand it."