"Report to the captain, my name is Su Huikai!"

solemnly followed the prestige and found this guy named Su Huikai.

The moment he heard the name, he almost burst out laughing.

Su Hui Kai, Su Hui Kai, Su Hua Kai......

This is obviously the name of a big girl, but it is used on a big man who is as thick as a black bear.

When I saw a person, a great visual contrast immediately made the solemnity feel a huge impact.

This "blossoming" comrade is actually a big black man with five big and three thick, a round waist and broad shoulders, and a tiger's back.

With a height of 1.8 meters and a national face, he looks like that kind of strength player.

"Su Hui opened the ......" Han boasted of the name, and seemed to have found the object in the personnel roster, "I remember you, a soldier of the second company of the reconnaissance brigade of Army A and a reserve member of the boxing team of Province H, right?" ”

"Report to the captain! It's me! The big black Su Hui replied angrily when he opened the urn.

"Don't worry, if you can outrun your squad leader, tomorrow I will exempt you from training and stay directly in our special brigade."

"Really!?" Su Huikai suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth.

"Dream on!" Han boasted and said, "It's daytime! ”

Su Huikai stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to continue.

After all, he was half-joking.

The squad leader is freehanded, and he is fully armed, how can he compare?

"Discharge one row at a time, from one row to six rows, and put a batch every 2 minutes!" Han Zixuan waved his hand, and Luo Ping'an immediately shouted at the soldiers in his platoon: "A platoon is ready!" ”

Everyone hurried over and stood on the starting line, Sun Hongjian and Zhang Zhiang both held stopwatches in their hands.

Han boasted of blowing the whistle.

"Run, run, run!" Luo Ping'an was like a farmer driving sheep, slamming the solemn backpack beside him.

The solemnity does not say much, and runs away.

The other two squad leaders of the first platoon kept running at the front of the line.

The team is fast, they are faster.

Luo Ping'an was like a border herd, jumping back and forth, yelling at each member of the training team, reminding them to pay attention to the time.

Out of the camp, I ran along the mountain road.

"Not bad! Keep up the speed! Luo Ping'an said: "Now at this speed, you can achieve it, and it will be a shame to run less than 19 minutes!" Disgrace to your own old troops! ”

In fact, Zhuang Yan felt that this kind of test was very simple, and he couldn't figure out why he wanted to do it.

is not a recruit, most of them are top squads such as backbone squad leaders, even if they are not obstacles like Xu Xingguo, they will not be much worse.

The five-kilometer route of this camp is all loess roads, which is actually running around three mountains, and when you reach the third mountain, you start to run back in a circle.

This kind of road is not much different from the mountain road that the teaching team runs during training.

Zhuang Yan has been running in the first echelon, he kept an eye on it, and did not try his best, because he always felt that there were still pits behind.

It can't be as simple as that.

If the selection and training of the special brigade is simply to run a fully equipped five-kilometer cross-country and require it to be within 19 minutes, wouldn't most of the squad leaders of the teaching team training be able to enter the special brigade?

Sure enough, the solemn premonition was once again confirmed.

When the soldiers in the first row had just returned to the shooting range and crossed the finish line, Han Zixuan pointed at the target position: "Go over immediately, you will have a minute to shoot at the 100-meter chest ring target in a lying position!" The minimum standard is 48 rings, which allows you to have two chances to make mistakes. Begin! ”

Before he could take a breath, he suddenly asked for accurate shooting, which was really terrible.

The range here is large enough to accommodate 40 team members to shoot together, and an 81-1 has been placed on each target position, and a chest ring target has been erected on the opposite side.

Well thought out!

Knowing that everyone played 95 on the first day, they also prepared 81-1.

One minute.

Zhuang Yan hurriedly ran to the shooting line and found a target position where no one was lying down.

It's really not that hard for a shooter.

He was glad that he hadn't done his best just now, and if he had tried his best, he would now have a lack of blood supply to his brain due to the sudden stop after a long run.

The deadliest thing is breathing.

Zhuang Zhuang has received professional shooting training, he is originally a master of playing with guns, and he has been tempered by the shooting elite training team, and he is the first to fire a gun in the entire platoon.

Phew-

Ten rings!

Han Ziyi stood from a distance with a smile on his face, his attention was on the solemn body.

This kid listens to what he likes.

The performance did not disappoint me!

Phew-

Second shot.

It's still the Ten Rings!

He began to move forward, his gaze on the other soldiers.

Looking at the stately state, there will hardly be any problems.

However, not every one of the 30 soldiers on the firing line was as calm as solemn.

At one of the target positions, the second squad leader Zuo Jun was yelling at a soldier named Cui Geng: "Shoot!" Why don't you shoot yet! 40 seconds left! 39 seconds! 38 seconds! ”

Cui Geng's eyes were darkening, the crosshairs and gaps were not good, and the roar of the left army made him even more flustered......

Phew-

Eight Rings ......

"Look at what gun you're shooting!? Eight Rings! Your remaining 4 shots must all 10 rings, or you'll fuck off! ”

The green tendons on Zuo Jun's temples bulged, and he scolded without mercy at all.

Han Zixuan stood not far away and stopped to look at it, shaking his head slightly.

He knew that Cui Geng was finished.

Almost every soldier who fired a little delay would be bent over and yelled by the squad leader who pounced on him like a mad dog, as if he was going to eat people.

The solemn examiner, who had already fired five shots, stood up and stood in place looking left and right.

Looking at the actions of those squad leaders, he knew very well that this was deliberately putting pressure on the team members.

What a good shooter requires is to be calm and calm, calm and calm, and even if the waves are rushing in front of you, you can still aim calmly and shoot without distraction.

This is the conclusion solemnly summed up from the top training team.

Gao Xiaoyang's lesson told him that when the heart is messed up, people will lose.

On the battlefield, if you face off against a master, this is equivalent to death!

Luo Ping'an walked to the solemn side, looked at the gun on the ground, and then looked at the target opposite, nodded and said, "Your kid's marksmanship is good." ”

"Not yet, I still have to learn more from the squad leader!" Zhuang Zheng immediately stood up and straightened his chest, pretending to be very modest.

"Wow!" Luo Ping'an said: "It's really not like the solemnity I saw in the 1st Division teaching team, why are you suddenly so modest?" ”

solemnly thought, mother, can you not be modest?

Where is this?

This is your territory, the squad leader, I'm not modest, I'm not a pit to light a lamp and look for (death)?

Anyway, solemn and knowing, he does things in a high-profile manner, and he is a low-key person, the dragon is coiled first, and the tiger is lying down first, and he will survive the selection and training.

"It's right to learn from the class leader!" The solemn face did not change and continued.

"Yes!" Luo Ping'an seemed to see a clue and said, "You kid just continue to pretend!" ”

Walked away with his hands behind his back.

When the first row was finished, a new target was erected on the opposite side, and the second row also returned to the finish line.

There was another ping-pong gunshot, and the second row was withdrawn, and it was the turn of the third row that had just returned.

After everyone finished playing, Han Zixuan gathered everyone and raised the report card in his hand.

"Guess how many people didn't meet the requirements this time?"

In the team, some of the team members' faces turned pale.

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