“62！”

Chen Ming gently spit out a number from his mouth, and at the same time skillfully pulled the bolt with his right hand.

The cartridge case of a .338 Magnum bullet was thrown out, and another bullet was taken out and placed in the magazine, and the bolt was pushed up to reset.

"Chen, well done."

Chris, who was leading the team to search below, saw that the enemies that appeared sporadically were quickly dealt with by Chen Ming. In a somewhat low tone, he praised in the headset.

Chen Ming did a really good job. But he was more worried about Chen Ming's current psychological state. The day after the last incident, Chen Ming returned to smiling, but that smile was completely different from the handsome smile when he first met Chen Ming.

The aggressiveness given by the medical officer had risen to moderate, and a soldier in the dormitory inadvertently touched Chen Ming the night before yesterday. As a result, Chen Ming was thrown to the ground by Chen Ming in his sleep and choked his neck.

Chris, who was awakened, looked at Chen Ming's constant apology to the fighter, and his heart was a little abrupt.

Before there was time to think about the current situation, Chris began to control everyone in the house with the Marines who rushed into the house, and searched to make sure there was no threat in the house.

Chen Ming was on a balcony far from the street outside, pouting. After shrugging his nose and adjusting his breathing, he continued to bear the task of vigilance. After more than two months of war life, he is now accustomed to this state.

Following behind the infantry on the ground, a sentry or armed officer is spotted shooting him or dead. He doesn't need to worry about the rest of the work, and it has nothing to do with him to confirm the results or search for the goal.

It's a bit boring to say, but Chen Ming thinks it's not bad. In Chen Ming's view, this kind of shooting is no different from shooting at a moving target at a shooting range, except that it is more dangerous.

After a while, Chris and the others withdrew from the house.

"Chen, it's time for us to go back. I've found a clue to Qaddavi. ”

Gaddawi was an important leader of Al-Qaida and their main target at this stage. At the war meeting a week earlier, a colonel at the Felluca base had just given a briefing to them.

Chen Ming, who knew the severity, immediately withdrew the bullet from the chamber of the sniper rifle, and then turned around and put the gun behind his back. Stuff a random roll of floor mats into the backpack you use as a gun pad.

With a backpack and a sniper rifle on his back, and then picking up the M4 next to him, Chen Ming was packed. When they came downstairs, the convoy happened to pass by, and the last car of the convoy stopped when passing by Chen Ming, and quickly caught up with the convoy and returned to the base after picking up Chen Ming.

Back at base, Chris goes to the War Intelligence Office to report the leads. Chen Ming returned to the rest area with the other fighters.

Although Chen Ming is an officer, Chris is a non-commissioned officer. But in the Bald Eagle Army, which implements the military professional responsibility system, Chen Ming's task during this period is to be regarded as an auxiliary person for the snipers of the elite troops, so this job naturally falls on Chris, and he is happy to fill his stomach.

"Oh no, look who's coming? Legend Among Us, I heard that you killed 100 enemies? ”

When a Marine sergeant saw Chen Ming coming over, he immediately ran to the table and knocked on the broken bowl in his hand and coaxed.

"No, I'm only 62 today, and I'm only a little more than a hundred with Chris, almost two hundred."

Chen Ming replied with a smile as he sat down across from him.

"Oh, cool! You see, he was so strong and handsome. And, still single! ”

"Hey, Chen, why are you so heavy?"

Hearing the sergeant's joke, Chen Ming smiled and smashed the fruit in the bowl on the sergeant. It's just that Chen Ming suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I...."

Chen Ming looked at the sergeant who was knocked to the ground by himself, and apologized with some guilt. Put the bowl in your hand on the table and run away.

Chen Ming also felt that there was something wrong with his psychological state during this time. Killing enemies became more and more insensitive, as if the bullets were not hitting the flesh, but lifeless targets.

And just now, knowing that the sergeant was joking, and he was also going to smash a fruit in a playful manner, but I don't know why, when I heard the word single, an urge to "kill him" appeared in my heart. When he reacted, he retracted too late, and the thrown apple still knocked him to the ground.

"Mr. Lieutenant, are you alright?"

A greeting suddenly sounded in Chen Ming's ears, Chen Ming turned his head and saw a somewhat familiar and shy Marine Corps senior soldier following him.

"Thanks, I'm fine. I think you're familiar, may I ask who you are? ”

"Chance Phelps. Did you forget? Colorado came from Basra at the time, the one you pulled out of the armored running road. ”

"Oh, I remember. Thank you for your concern, well, I'll admit it's not particularly good. I need to see a psychiatrist now. ”

Chen Ming remembered the identity of the other party, and he could barely be regarded as a soldier he picked up. With a smile on his face, he generously told him the truth.

Declining Chance's offer to accompany him to the infirmary, Chen Ming knocked on the door of the psychological counseling room.

After the Vietnam War, the Bald Eagle army attached great importance to the psychological problems of its fighters. Although the average company will have a chaplain, there is still a professional psychological counseling office in each regimental unit.

An hour later, Chen Ming pushed open the door with a lot of comfort. Farewell to the medical officer, Chance and Chris were actually at the door.

"Hey, why are you here?"

"It's okay anyway, come and wait for you. This kid saw that you didn't eat and prepared food for you, and you really have to thank him. Also, how did it turn out? ”

Chris said as he led the way to the table and chairs not far away.

"Thank you, Chance. To be honest, it's not so good. The doctor said it was PTSD. ”

Chen Ming said as he put the food on the table.

"Sure enough, Chen. I advise you not to show up for work anymore, continuing to stay on the battlefield may make this problem worse. Severe post-war syndrome can affect your life. ”

"Fortunately, it is still mild, and I have a good rest for a while after returning to China, and there are professional psychologists in China. Listen to the doctor's instructions, get a good rest, travel or something. The army will bear this cost for you, and I am sure that the colonel will not refuse you. ”

Chris wasn't much surprised when he heard the last thing he wanted to hear. He already had a premonition in his heart about Chen Ming's state.

"Mr. Lieutenant, maybe you can go to Colorado to play? It's not far from Pensacola and you can stay in my house and I'm sure they will all be very welcoming to you. ”

Chance also made his own suggestion on the sidelines.

"Thank you for your concern. I'll take this seriously, and the medical officer suggested that I get a duty with the escort when I return home, and maybe it would be helpful to see the attitude of the people. ”

"Don't bother Mr. Colonel, I have five days to return home, and then it's time to train on the plane. Chris, don't forget that I'm a flight officer. I may not have a chance to fight with you in the future, thank you for your care and teaching. ”

"When I return home, I will have a month's vacation. So, Chance, do you have anything or something that I would like me to convey for you? And Chris, your wife is pregnant, do you need help? ”