The wind in the mountains was a little cold at night, the temperature dropped to 13 degrees, there were no stars tonight, and the clouds covered the sky.

The weather forecast says there will be rain tonight.

The chief instructor, Lao Baimao, dressed in camouflage, moved a military pony and sat on the side of the road.

This is the meeting point for tonight.

According to the requirements, by 12 o'clock, all the teams participating in the training must return here and submit to the instructors the information they have detected in their respective missions.

Audits are rigorous.

In accordance with the established regulations, the data on each data card will be checked against the original data.

If there is an error, points will be deducted.

To a certain extent, it is dangerous for the players.

The five-day field training not only tested the individual quality of the team members, but also tested their ability to cooperate - this point, Lao Baimao went to the headquarters for a meeting before coming to the reserve team as the chief instructor.

At the meeting, the chief said that this is the first time that he has conducted military exchanges with country T, and that it is imperative to display a good image of our army and to send the best young officers and soldiers to learn advanced foreign concepts of special warfare.

These people who go are all tinder.

For special operations, country T attaches great importance to the cooperation of soldiers.

In particular, the cooperation between the members of the squad is particularly important in a high-risk special operations mission.

Actual combat is not a movie, there are not so many lonely heroes, and the myth of Stallone can only exist in movies, and the grave grass of Stallone in reality is already three feet high.

I looked at my watch, and it was already 10:05 p.m.

Lao Baimao took out the military can from the portable kerosene stove in front of him, slowly scooped out the braised chicken wings inside with a spoon, and put them in his mouth.

The oily chicken wings are extremely fluffy, and the soup is just right, at least it is very suitable for the taste of the old white hair.

Slowly enjoying the soft chicken wings one bite at a time, Lao Baimao felt extremely satisfied.

This kind of canned food produced by regular military enterprises is still much more conscientious than the canned food on the market.

"How did you eat canned food?"

Instructor No. 1 walked up to Lao Baimao and sat down cross-legged on the side of the road.

He opened the self-heating food in his hand, forked a little bit of noodles with a fork and put it into his mouth.

"Would you like to try this?"

He brought the self-heating food bag to the old white hair.

Lao Baimao said: "Yes, it's not a last resort, I don't eat that thing, I squatted in the Gobi for more than ten days some time ago, and every day I want to vomit when I eat this thing." ”

Instructor No. 1 smiled, didn't speak again, and ate to himself.

"It seems to be a little slower than I expected." The old white hair suddenly looked at the distance of the road with emotion.

It was dark, and several military vehicles for support were quietly parked on the side of the road.

He looked at his watch again.

"It's half past ten, and not a team has come back."

"Eighty kilometers a day, there must be a reconnaissance mission, not so fast, and it is not a simple long-distance attack." Instructor No. 1 buried his head in eating: "Recently, the above means that there seems to be a shortage of manpower, and a 3rd detachment should be formed." ”

"Detachment 3?" Lao Baimao was stunned for a moment, and then began to eat chicken wings again: "Manpower is insufficient, it is good to be established, more fresh blood." Actually, if it wasn't for the captain's insistence that I come, I wouldn't have come......"

Instructor No. 1 suddenly stopped his hand, looked at the old white hair, and frowned.

"I said, why did the whole army send us here? Why don't you send them 1 team? Every time we come in 2 teams? We're not trainers. ”

The old white hair was still gnawing on the chicken wings with relish, and he didn't raise his head and said: "Okay, don't complain, the 1st team is busier than us, isn't it?" ”

"Busy ......"

Instructor No. 1 stopped talking.

"Let's eat, I don't know when I'm going to finish it later, let's eat something and pad it."

As he spoke, a human voice suddenly came from afar.

"Someone's back?"

Instructor No. 1 hurriedly finished pulling the rice from the self-heating bag, and the man stood up.

"I'll take a look."

"Okay, the first detachment to arrive, check their data registration card, check the original information, see if it can be corrected, if it can be registered, give a high score."

"Okay." Instructor No. 1 responded while wiping the oil from the corner of his mouth and ran towards the finish line.

……

At 10:50 p.m., the darkness around me was like ink.

Night vision devices cannot be left on for a long time, as the battery can only last for 4-5 hours.

Therefore, the tactical flashlight was directly tied to the helmet with a camouflage scarf, so that the same small miner's lamp could illuminate the road hundreds of meters ahead.

The taste of running for 50 kilometers in a row is not something that ordinary people can experience, and the first section of the road is mountainous, and people almost collapse.

Fortunately, after walking more than ten kilometers of mountain roads, the terrain suddenly flattened, and it was all rural dirt roads.

Yan Ming's situation is very bad.

In terms of physical fitness, he really can't compare to these young soldiers who have been in the army for three years.

There was a hot sensation in the knee of the right foot, accompanied by a tingling pain from a strange friction, as if I could feel the bones creaking, and it felt very bad.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The solemn man who had been accompanying him clearly felt the slowdown in Yan Ming's speed.

"Give me your backpack and I'll carry it for you."

"Go aside!"

Yan Ming gasped, and there was a bit of gunpowder in his breath.

He doesn't look like he's been seen as an invalid.

It's all in reserve, how can it be a waste?

Thinking about it, he felt that his tone was a little excessive, so he lowered a few degrees and said, "Solemn, I'm fine, I can maintain speed." ”

"It's almost there!" The serious man who ran at the front turned his head and shouted: "There is still one kilometer left!" ”

Although these words were very encouraging, Yan Ming suddenly stopped on the side of the road.

"What's wrong?" The solemnity had to stop.

Yan Ming didn't speak, bent over, supporting his knees.

Solemnly looked down, under the white light, Yan Ming's right leg was trembling slightly.

He realized that his master might have relapsed from an old injury.

"Here, give me the rucksack."

solemnly didn't say a word, and went up to take off Yan Ming's backpack.

Yan Ming suddenly pushed away solemnly: "I'm fine!" ”

I ran nearly 80 kilometers today, and I haven't closed my eyes for 24 hours since last night.

Although they are all special forces, they are also human.

Everyone has reached the limit of physical exertion.

With the huge exertion of physical strength, the individual's temper naturally becomes irritable.

Yan Yan couldn't help it, Yan Ming's refusal made him feel annoyed.

"Master, this is not the time to save face, let's be a group! A group has to help each other, otherwise what are you doing in groups? There is no distinction between officers and soldiers here, and you don't have to carry your own officer's shelf and can't let it go! No one will laugh at you! ”

To put it bluntly, it directly hit Yan Ming's heart.

In the final analysis, he just can't let go of the officer's face.

A dignified captain, he actually has to be taken care of by a senior soldier, and he has to be a senior soldier to carry a backpack for himself, how can he feel ashamed of this!

Zhuang Zhuang went up and grabbed Yan Ming's backpack again, Yan Ming pushed Yan Yan away, and Zhuang Zheng, who was already tired, stumbled and sat down in the grass next to him.

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Update early today, in the evening on the author's birthday, my wife (a student in the book) wants to celebrate for me, congratulations on my being a year older, ugly again, she is a little more relieved, it is worth celebrating......

Anyway, I shouldn't have taken that girl's class back then......

Retribution......

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