"Yang Shu!"

A thunderous voice suddenly sounded in Yang Shu's ears, and Yang Shu, who was thinking wildly, was stunned for a moment, and then immediately shouted: "Here!" ”

"Yang Shu, tell me what you would do if you were alone on the battlefield and you only had one grenade left?"

"Damn, why did you change the problem again!" Yang Shu scolded directly in his heart. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

When he heard Zhang Yan shouting his name just now, he was ready to answer the question of the special soldier, but when the words came to his lips, Zhang Yan scolded him back!

"I will die with the enemy!" Yang Shu didn't have time to think about it, so he shouted directly.

Qiu Liang's lesson was in front of him, and he didn't want to swim back to the camp to count the rice!

"The answer is so-so, haven't you thought about fighting the enemy to the end, engaging in weapons, blossoming inside the enemy's center, joining forces with our own troops, and then destroying the enemy?"

"I ......."

"To be a special soldier, you have to learn to draw inferences from one example, if you want to be a martyr, I can fulfill you now!"

"How can special forces easily say death? Our special forces are deep behind enemy lines, and we have to think about how to live, understand? ”

"Understood!"

Yang Shu felt very aggrieved, and before he could say his words, he was scolded back by Zhang Yan, and now Zhang Yan is even more like taking the wrong medicine, and he is talking endlessly, which is not at all the same as the usual image of the cold-faced god!

Yang Shu squatted on the ground and didn't dare to look up at Zhang Yan, he carefully paddled the stones on the ground, and listened to Zhang Yan continue to ask: "How many stones have you counted?" ”

"Report, 872!"

"Well, keep counting!"

Listening to Zhang Yan's affirmative tone, Yang Shu's heart hanging in his throat was finally put back into his stomach.

"Sun Qingrui!"

……

Zhang Yan's question was purely random selection, and when he saw which rookie had an idea in his heart, he shouted at him and scared him.

When Qiu Liang returned to Zhang Yan's side, before he could take out the rice, he was kicked into the river by Zhang Yan again.

"Damn, you can have a fart dry rice when you come back from swimming!"

"I said don't get wet, why can't I understand Chinese!"

Zhang Yan's words made the rookies suddenly realize, and they secretly turned their heads to look at the rope not far away, as long as they went back to get rice, swam to the camp and climb over the rope, there would be no problem.

The rookies squatted on the ground in fear and counted the stones, but they carefully waited for the instructor's "call" in their hearts, "The instructors' questions are strange, and there are all kinds of problems, so that the rookies can't find the law at all."

The rookie who did not answer well swam back to the camp to count the rice, and when he returned, several rookie birds fell directly from the rope into the river.

Their palms were full of bloody tender meat, and the rough rope pulled the rookies' palms apart, and the pain could not be expressed in words.

For a whole afternoon, muffled snorts and screams sounded in the camp from time to time, and even Lao Liu, who was hiding in the tent to take a nap, was woken up and came out to take a look.

As a result, the corners of Lao Liu's mouth twitched twice, and he didn't know what to say, so he ran back to sleep in the tent.

After the training, the instructors swam back to the camp again with a group of rookies, and beside the pot, Song Yufei had already prepared the materials for cooking dinner with a knife.

"All the rookies who took the rice, now throw your rice into the pot!"

"Remember, I don't want to see a grain of sand, and if I find sand in my dinner, I'll treat you to it!"

"Report!" Someone in the queue suddenly raised their hand.

"Say!"

"Instructor, can you give us a few minutes, I want to clean up the rice."

"Three minutes, let's go!"

As if he had expected the rookies to make a request, Zhang Yan smiled mysteriously and walked to the big stone by the river.

Since the opening of the camp, Zhang Yan seems to like to stand on the big rock by the river in a daze, and he doesn't know why.

"Did you think of all this a long time ago and dig a pit for the rookies?"

Sun Bingyu walked to Zhang Yan's side with a cold look, he followed Zhang Yan's gaze and looked into the distance, but it turned out to be just a big tree, and he was a little speechless.

Zhang Yan's eyes were very deep when he looked at this distance, and after he heard Sun Bingyu's question, he smiled and said, "Sun Bingyuan, guess what?" ”

"Guess what...... And guess what! ”

The three words echoed in Sun Bingyu's ears from time to time, and he looked at Zhang Yan with a mysterious smile with a stunned expression, but in his heart he had already drenched Zhang Yan's scolded dog's blood!

He admired Zhang Yan in his heart, but admiration in his heart did not mean that he, Sun Bingyu, would admit defeat.

During this time, he has been observing Zhang Yan's words and deeds, hoping to find Zhang Yan's shortcomings and surpass him.

But he was disappointed, Zhang Yan's thinking is always wild, and he doesn't play cards according to the routine at all, who knows what he will do in the next moment?

Sun Bingyu's heart even doubted that Zhang Yan would suddenly shoot and kill one or two rookies!

"Lao Tzu is too lazy to pay attention to you!" Leaving a word of nonsense, Sun Bingyu turned around and left.

The corners of Zhang Yan's mouth twitched twice, and he said in his heart, will even you Sun Bing be angry? What a rarity!

In fact, all this is really the training that Zhang Yan has thought about a long time ago, the rookies' hands are all injured, and if they are conducting military training, what they practice is just a group of waste products, and no matter how good the students are, they will be wasted!

The meaning of the vernacular is to look at the actual situation and prescribe the right medicine!

Special forces are not something that can be exercised in three or two days, but a long-term accumulation and reasonable training to become a special forces.

Superior physical strength also requires endurance beyond ordinary people, firm confidence and extraordinary brain.

Counting stones and rice, seemingly simple things, actually pay attention to the person's patience, concentration, and the rapid operation of the brain and the coordination of the body.

Zhang Yan let the rookies learn to use two hearts and two purposes is just a basic subject for special forces, on the battlefield, watching and listening to all directions, if you don't care about your head, you will definitely die before others!

Three minutes passed quickly, and Zhang Yan didn't have much time to think.

The rookies with the rice in their hands completed the re-cleaning of 300 grains of rice in three minutes, and there was not a single grain of sand and dirt on the white rice.

"Pour all your rice into the pot!"

"Yes!"

The rookies happily lined up to the edge of the pot and poured their rice into the pot.

A bowl of stew and a bowl of broth at noon gave the rookies hope of surviving in the hunter camp, and the taste of fragrant rice porridge already appeared in the rookies' minds as they watched more and more rice in the cauldron where they were cooking.

As night wore on, the camp deep in the jungle was once again dark, and the veterans lit bonfires, the bright light of which lit up the sky and drove away the cold.

Zhang Yan said to the rookies: "It's still a while before the meal, how about we play a game together?" ”

"Good!" The rookies all laughed when they heard about the game.

In the army, when it comes to playing games, it means that everyone sits together, or it may be that a multi-talented comrade-in-arms goes up to sing a song, or it may be that everyone plays a group game, anyway, it is a very happy thing.

Zhang Yan's words made the rookies think of the games they used to play, and some of the talented "Sao Bao" rookies were still squeezing their eyebrows in the queue, discussing who would go up.

Wang Haoran took a small ammunition bag and handed it to Zhang Yan, and said, "It's all here, here you go." ”

"Hmm!"

Zhang Yan opened the ammunition pack and looked at it twice, with a satisfied smile on his face.

The rookies standing in the first few rows saw Zhang Yan holding an ammunition bag and showed a curious look on their faces, wondering if the game Zhang Yan was talking about was related to his ammunition pack?

"Everyone, one meter apart, spread out!"

"I'll give each of you a box of needles and a fishing line, and your job is to thread the needles I gave you on."

"If you can't finish dressing, you don't have to eat!"

After Zhang Yan finished speaking, he asked several other instructors to send the needlework to the rookies.

Looking at the disappointed expressions of the rookies, Zhang Yan said in his heart, how can there be such a good thing? Still playing during training?

The training of "threading the needle" is to exercise a person's observation and wrist strength, and many sniper training has such a small game.

Is a sniper stable enough to hold a gun? Is the gun fast enough? It's all decided by using the strength of the wrist.

If a warrior can't master a degree of power, he can't be considered a qualified warrior. (I'm not saying this well, and I can't think of how to express this power for the time being.) That kind of power mastery should be called just right)

In the dark of night, there were only four campfires burning in the camp, and the wood in the fires occasionally made a "crackling" sound, and some nervous rookies dropped their needles on the ground at once.

The instructors sat quietly around the rookie and sat quietly on the open ground to thread the rookie, if someone flew over them, they would definitely be able to see that eight instructors surrounded the entire camp from eight directions, no matter which direction there was an accident, the instructors were able to deal with the trouble as soon as possible.

Song Yufei rubbed each other a few times with knives in both hands, and in the dark night, there were sparks, accompanied by Song Yufei's unique "quack" laughter, and the camp was filled with a creepy feeling.

The rookies pinched the small needle tightly with their fingers, held the thin fishing line in their right hand, squinted to the front of the needle, and tried to thread the thread into the needle hole.

One light and one dark, the flickering firelight shone on the rookies' faces, and the beads of sweat dripping from their sideburns could be clearly seen.

The smell of fried meat began to permeate the camp with the sound of stir-frying, and even Lao Liu, who had been hiding in the tent for a day and did not ask about the world, and several technical instructors ran out of the tent.

Seeing Lao Liu's figure startled Zhang Yan, and thought to himself, is Lao Liu going to practice these rookies in person?