"Gossip is a woman's nature, and it has nothing to do with pregnancy, okay?" Yun Xi patted away Yun Lingfeng's hand that was pinching his cheek, looked at him and said, "Brother, where have you developed?" ”

Yun Lingfeng clasped his index finger and thumb, flicked it at Yun Xi's forehead, and said, "When did your girl's mind become so unhealthy?" It must have been the dragon boy who taught you badly! ”

"Arctic wolf, you also rely on me?"

Luo Hao instantly felt that he was almost more wronged than Dou E, and retorted to Yun Lingfeng: "I didn't say anything!" ”

"It's obvious that my brother wants to be crooked, and he still relies on others!" Yun Xi said to the side.

"The sister who married out, the water that was spilled."

Yun Lingfeng said with a sad face: "This is abandoning my own brother, when I was a child, I really hurt you in vain!" ”

"Grandpa, I'm still waiting at home, let's go home quickly." Luo Hao looked at Yang Xiaoting, who looked a little embarrassed, and said, "Grandpa is in a hurry to see his future granddaughter-in-law." ”

"How can I feel like I'm being forced into marriage?"

Yun Lingfeng muttered in a low voice, turned his head to Nighthawk and said, "Are you going back to the Yun family with us?" ”

Nighthawk shook his head and said, "I want to go see the master first." ”

Nighthawk followed Yun Lingfeng and Yang Xiaoting back to China this time, just to visit his master, the existence known as the legend of the sniper world, Qin Demon, Fang Munan!

Nighthawk didn't know the taxi driver at all where he was going, and even if Nighthawk showed the way, the taxi would probably be stopped as soon as it reached the bottom of the mountain.

Therefore, Luo Hao gave the Grand Cherokee he drove to Nighthawk, and made a call to Zhao Tianyu, and after reporting it, he stopped a taxi and went to Yun's house.

……

The place where Nighthawk is going is the No. 000 special operations training base, which is known as the "cradle of special forces elites", and is also known as the "Red Flag" school to the outside world.

This is a special operations training base that cannot be found on the map, it is located about 20 kilometers away from the dragon's lair, in the mountains, surrounded by dense and deep, uninhabited primeval jungle.

Extending outward from the center of the No. 000 special operations training base, which stretches for dozens of kilometers, all of them are in the shield, and even if it is a military-grade low-earth orbit satellite, it is only a green forest sea to conduct reconnaissance with the highest resolution.

The No. 000 special operations training base has its own heliport, and in addition to using helicopters to enter the training base, only an asphalt road that stretches for dozens of kilometers can reach the No. 000 special operations training base.

The black Grand Cherokee galloped along the asphalt road, and when the Grand Cherokee drove over the mountain road, in the dense forest on both sides of the asphalt road, the sniper team wearing gilly suits and buried in the dead leaves stared at the Grand Cherokee with civilian license plates galloping past in front of them.

If it hadn't been for the principal's greeting in advance, this Grand Cherokee would have been stopped when it entered the military restricted zone to which the "Red Flag" school belongs.

After Nighthawk parked the car at the gate of Hongqi School, he picked up the salted duck, Wuliangye, and pepper and salt peanuts placed in the passenger seat, pushed the door and stepped out of the car.

Nighthawk didn't graduate from the Red Flag School, except for a few times when he was still in the Longyin Army, he was not familiar with this "cradle of special forces elites".

Fang Mu Nan was seriously injured in the last battle with the "Dark Moon", and after losing a leg, he left the Dragon Yin Army and came here to retire.

Nighthawk stood at the gate of the Red Flag School, took a deep look at the door covered under the camouflage net, and was about to walk into the Red Flag School, when a sentry trotted over, saluted Nighthawk, and asked, "Comrade, there is an absolute military forbidden zone here, who are you looking for?" ”

Nighthawk took out the armband of the Dragon Hidden Army, which once belonged to him, and the yellowed officer ID card from his pocket, handed it to the sentry, and said, "I'm here to find Fang...... Old Fang, I said hello to Chengying. ”

"Second Lieutenant Qin Feiyang!"

The sentry snapped his heels together, stood up straight, saluted Nighthawk, and returned the armband and military ID card of the Dragon Hidden Force in his hand to Nighthawk.

Nighthawk put away his armband and military ID and walked into the Red Flag School.

In the clearing, a group of little radish heads, only seven or eight years old, wearing jungle camouflage uniforms, were sitting cross-legged in the open space and wiping guns.

In front of these small radish heads, a piece of cloth was laid on each of them, and five guns were placed on the cloth, among which were the domestic 95-1 assault rifle, the HK416 automatic rifle of the Hong Kong company, the scar-l assault rifle of the Belgian FN company, the p226 pistol of the Swiss SIG company, and the Beretta 92FS pistol.

These little turnip heads skillfully disassemble the guns, wipe them clean, and then put them back together. Their movements are so skillful that depending on their familiarity with firearms, it's hard to equate them with their real age.

While ordinary children are still watching cartoons and playing with all kinds of novelty toys, these future elites of the special forces have already begun to deal with firearms.

It can be said that every student who graduates from the Red Flag School is not only a special operations elite who is proficient in special operations, but also a light weapons expert who is good at renovating firearms and even making his own weapons.

When passing by the outdoor tactical training ground, Nighthawk saw that a group of cadets were entering the tactical training ground in turn to conduct tactical simulation confrontations. The age of these students is a little older than the little radish heads who wiped the guns just now, almost eleven or twelve years old.

Nighthawk carried salted duck, two bottles of Wuliangye, two catties of salt-and-pepper peanuts, and some other cold vegetables, and walked all the way to the direction of the logistics base of Hongqi School.

After Fang Munan retired from the Longyin Army, the principals of the Red Flag School, including Luo Lin, who was the deputy chief at the time, persuaded Fang Munan to serve as the chief sniper instructor of the Red Flag School, but Fang Munan refused, and was willing to stay in the logistics base to see the warehouse, clean up, or repair the broken car.

If it weren't for the fact that he met his little junior brother, Nighthawk could be sure that his master might not accept any more disciples in his life.

The Hongqi School was too big, and Nighthawk walked along the road under his feet for almost an hour, and asked several people halfway before he found the garage where Fang Munan was.

There was a Warrior jeep parked in front of the garage, the hood of the car was propped up by a pole, and under the car was a figure in a jungle camouflage uniform, and when the wind blew through the man's left trouser tube under the car, the trouser leg was gently swayed by the wind - the trouser leg was empty inside!

Looking at Fang Munan, who was still busy under the car, Nighthawk's eyes turned red unconsciously.