Teaching Brigade 3rd Squadron, Night.

At night in the mountains, in addition to the sound of the swishing wind, there are some insects, mixed with the rustle of some thatch when it shakes.

Eleven people in the seventh class of the third district team were divided into three groups, and a pocket was laid in three directions.

Zhuang Yan, Luo Xiaoming, and two other trainees were close to the wall of the teaching brigade behind the wall bulletin board about 20 meters in front of the drying ground, where there were all half-human tall grass, everyone was wearing camouflage uniforms, and they were crouching in the grass like leopards hunting for food, and there was hardly any trace to be seen.

The back of the teaching team is a mountain, in front is an open training ground, on the left is a pond, on the right is a road leading to the artillery battalion of the 271st regiment, if you follow the mountain, the road on the right is the most hidden, where the patrol of the mobile post is the focus.

It's already past one o'clock, and the first shift is about to change the guard.

The swimming sentry returned to the row room with a gun on his back, and no one came out for a long time.

Zhuang solemnly stretched his waist lightly, and said in a low voice: "Squad leader, it's been a week, and the scouting company probably doesn't dare to come to those grandsons." ”

Luo Xiaoming didn't move, as if he hadn't heard the solemn words.

Suddenly, he touched the solemnity next to him with his hand, lowered his voice and said, "Pay attention to the back mountain on the right, it's not good to come." ”

Solemnity immediately tensed, and the palms of his hands felt a little wet.

The other group was behind the canteen, and as long as the men of the reconnaissance company came from the first squadron on the right, they would be the first to find out.

According to the prior arrangement, the other groups have to look at Luo Xiaoming's group's password, as long as Luo Xiaoming does it, the other groups will come up to help.

Two black shadows came out from behind the dining hall, their steps were very light, one squatted on one side of the canteen, hiding in the dark shadows, and the other ran to the edge of the drying field.

The laundry yard is on the second floor, that is, the roof of the shower and toilet on the first floor, and the row room of the second district team on the second floor is pasted together.

The dark shadow paused around the corner below the laundry yard, as if listening to something.

Suddenly, like a lizard, he stepped on the sewage pipe on the edge of the laundry field, and climbed up, and after a while, the black shadow actually leaped down from the five-meter-high laundry field, and after a dull sound, it landed steadily on the turf in front of the canteen behind the laundry field.

The shadow rolled, squatted and steady, and gestured to the other person observing from the side of the cafeteria—success!

"Up!"

Luo Xiaoming gave an order, and rushed over like a solemn arrow, and the group behind the canteen couldn't hold it back, and also rushed out from the hidden position.

The group in the canteen was the first to engage the scouts in the alert position.

Of course, the soldiers from the reconnaissance company were not vegetarians, dodging the forward kick of one of the cadets, lunging forward, passing his hand under the ribs, and coming to a back fall.

Another student came over with a punch, but he didn't think about it, but the scout flashed sideways, grabbed his hand and pulled it, and covered his waist with a punch, and then "snorted" and fell to the ground softly.

The scout who stole the clothes had already arrived, and he joined up with the scout in charge of the guard, and the three students quickly fell into two, but fortunately, Luo Xiaoming's group of four people had already arrived.

"Pounce on one first! Catch it! Luo Xiaoming yelled.

He knew that he had to concentrate his forces on knocking one of them down, breaking them one by one, and as soon as he came up, he made a sentinel capture, and when he was unprepared, he grabbed the scout's legs with his hands from behind, put his shoulders between his buttocks, and lunged forward, and his men lifted them up, and the scout got his feet off the ground and threw himself on the ground with a snap.

The other group also arrived, and when they saw the scout fall to the ground, they immediately pounced on him, and the grippers of the grippers and the grippers of the feet subdued him at once.

Another scout kicked him in the waist, kicking him more than a meter away, and flipping him on the ground.

Zhuang Zhuang grinned in pain and scolded: "Fuck! It's real! ”

Luo Xiaoming took advantage of the scout's solemn kick and just landed, and when he went up, he hugged his waist from the front, threw it to the left, and stretched out his foot to trip him.

He didn't stumble at once, and the soldier was very nimble and rolled in the air, and ran as soon as he landed.

"Run your mother!"

Kicked solemnly from the ground, he jerked out and chased the fleeing scout.

He was already ruthless in his heart, like a powder keg that had been ignited.

I was kicked so hard in the waist by this guy, and I became a rolling gourd, not to mention shame or shame, there was already an evil fire in my stomach.

Anyway, he is also a pre-promotion squad leader, how can he suffer a dumb loss in vain!

The fleeing scout was as nimble as a fox, and in the blink of an eye, he had climbed straight over the wall next to the dining hall and crossed over.

Zhuang Zheng did not hesitate, and jumped over the wall.

"Solemn! Come back! ”

Luo Xiaoming shouted in the back, but Zhuang Zheng was already chasing the red eye.

The solemn character is like this, once that kind of deadly stubborn temper rushes into the brain, you are not welcome to call him the emperor Lao Tzu!

Luo Xiaoming saw the solemn figure disappear outside the wall, and immediately understood that he couldn't stop the solemn bull at all.

"Leave three of them, tie him up, and the others will come with me!" He could only summon other men and follow him in pursuit.

"This kid!" He cursed in his heart, he was really crazy! This kind of chasing into the mountains in the middle of the night, playing with your life!

Outside the wall to the west of the canteen is a fish pond about two acres in size, with shrubs about two meters wide on the edge of the fish pond.

After landing solemnly, he was suddenly surprised to find that the speed at which he climbed over the wall was far beyond imagination.

That's the result of the training.

One of the main obstacles in the 400-meter hurdle is the two-meter high wall, which is about the same height as the training team's fence, and it is almost effortless to get over it.

Under the bright moonlight, the black shadow in front fled desperately in the direction of Feiyun Mountain.

Entering the jungle was his best bet.

But the scout also seemed to have forgotten that his opponent was not an ordinary company soldier, but a division-wide selected advance squad leader.

Ordinary soldiers may not be able to catch up with him, but the advance squad leader ......

Not necessarily.

Majestine kept rushing forward, biting the black shadow so hard that the branches of the bushes and the thatch of a man tall drew blood on his face, and he didn't care.

Anyway, I want to catch the guy in front.

At this moment, what Zhuang Zheng was thinking about in his heart was not anything lofty like the honor of teaching the brigade at all, he just felt - you fucking kicked me, and wanted to run away and ask me if I agreed!

rushed out for more than 200 meters, and soon turned into the foot of Feiyun Mountain.

Here, it was already a dense jungle, and solemnly felt that he had to lower his head in order to advance, otherwise the chaotic branches in front of him would blind his eyes.

He didn't even have time to stare at the scout in front of him to see where he was going.

However, this has another benefit.

The reconnaissance ahead also encountered the same problems as the solemnity.

He had to use both his hands and feet, pushing away the bushes and branches that lay above his head and under his feet.

The crisp sound of branches breaking and the rustle of camouflage shoes on the ground pointed out the right direction for solemnity.

The scout ran a full fifty or sixty meters through the bushes towards the top of the hill, and found that he could not escape the solemnity of the mad dog behind him.

Suddenly, the voices in front of me suddenly stopped.

Solemnly rushed to the approximate position where the Scout had last appeared.

There was no one there.

Suddenly, solemnly suddenly heard a soft sound behind him, and secretly screamed in his heart.

A pair of large hands grabbed his legs from behind.

A typical action by the rear capture.

As long as he is held, he will definitely lose his center of gravity forward, and in order to avoid falling and bruising his nose and face, he must do a forward pounce to protect himself.

But in that way, the person behind will be able to control themselves, and even punch themselves in the head, and get out of the way when they are dizzy.

But the solemn life should not be extinguished.

It's a jungle, full of shrubs and branches.

The solemnity in the urgency didn't care so much, so he grabbed it with both hands, grabbed a more horizontal branch above his head, and refused to let go.

In this way, the situation became a little awkward - the scout's rear-end capture safety lost its intended effect, and he put more force on his hands, and solemnly grasped it even more deadly.

Now, solemnity is like a sandbag hanging from a tree, and the scout is helpless.

"!"

The other party cursed in a low voice, turned around and wanted to run.

After all, there was Luo Xiaoming and a few students in the back, shouting and looking for him here.

"Here! It's here! ”

solemnly opened his throat and roared.

The Scout finally gave up and immediately gave up and continued to flee.

Solemnly loosen the branches and continue to chase.

He suddenly found that usually Luo Xiaoming and Zhou Huping let them rush to the mountain when they had nothing to do, and at this time, it completely exerted an unexpected effect.

The rugged mountain road and the chaotic bushes couldn't stop the solemnity at all, and even the scout now found that the pre-promotion squad leader student who bit him behind him was really not easy to mess with.

The scout was finally chased after by the solemn mad dog, and he really couldn't get rid of these madmen who were good at mountain and jungle warfare in the teaching team.

Malegobi!

He cursed secretly, turned his head, and rushed directly towards the solemnity.

In the dark, the two of them collided suddenly and fell to the ground.

Getting up from the ground, the two simply crackled and played fists and kicks.

These are all silent and deadly moves without bells and whistles in the army.

If you talk about fists and kicks alone, Majesticism is definitely no match for the Scout.

But in terms of physical strength, solemnity is definitely not inferior.

There is no unit in the whole division that trains like the teaching team, and those who can survive the first month of elimination are the best.

In addition, the sound of Luo Xiaoming chasing after him is getting closer and closer, and it is not far from this.

The scout was already a little panicked, probably not expecting to run into such a deadly opponent, he had to use all his strength, kicked Zhuang to the ground, turned and began to run again.

The solemn Naken just gave up, although he received a few punches on his body, the muscles and ability to resist blows that he exercised were definitely not embroidered pillows.

He got up with a grunt, sprang out, and lunged forward, and a hungry tiger snatched a sheep and threw the scout forward.

The two of them suddenly rolled into a ball, and the scout had a scissor leg, wanting to cut Zhuang Yan's neck to control him, but he didn't expect that Yan Yan was not a fool, and he knew that once he cut it, it would be okay

In desperation, solemn ignored it, opened his mouth and bit down on the scout's thigh.

"I'm drafting uncle!"

The scout wailed, screaming through the secluded foothills of Feiyun Mountain.