Fan Zimo took advantage of Algeren's inattention, and got into the water as soon as he was short. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Algeren wandered around in the water, and Fan Zimo, who was hiding in the water, quietly followed behind Algeren, holding a shell picked up from the shallow sea in his hand, and slashed heavily on Algeren's Achilles tendon, leaving a clear red trace.

Feeling that he was injured, Algeleng immediately squatted down, wanting to check his heels, and at this time, Fan Zimo suddenly rushed out of the water, holding a shell in his hand and scratching the side of Algeren's neck again.

Algeren looked at Fan Zimo who appeared in front of him in surprise, and touched his neck and felt a little incredulous.

"How is that possible?"

"Big man, if I were holding a knife, you'd be dead!"

Fan Zimo muttered a sentence and walked towards the shore by himself, the fighting method of rookies is one-on-one, that is, you come and go, from the comparison of fighting skills to personal strength.

But Fan Zimo's moves are completely scoundrels, hitting and running, consuming the opponent's physical strength, and finally giving the enemy a fatal blow.

On the battlefield and on the training ground are completely different concepts, and when you go to the battlefield, you will find that your enemy is completely different from what you imagined, and he will not attack you according to a fixed routine like when you trained.

Therefore, on the battlefield, it is you to the death, as long as you can kill the other party, it is fighting!

Algeren stood alone in the water, there was still a faint feeling of pain on his neck and heels, he watched Fan Zimo's figure go away, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

"All personnel, assemble ashore!"

The sun has set in the west, the temperature on the seaside has gradually dropped, and the sea water has begun to rise, occasionally some shells and small crabs will be washed by the sea water to Zhang Yan's feet, and Zhang Yan, who is barefoot, has to avoid those little crabs.

"I think let's have a seafood barbecue in the evening!" Zhang Ye was already drooling when he looked at the crabs and shells on the beach, but his advice was similar to Zhang Yan's.

"Okay, when we're done cleaning up the rookies, let's have a barbecue again."

Zhang Yan glanced at the rookies who stood in line on their own, picked up the small horn and roared, "Go back to the base," and don't care anymore.

"Whatever they can do?" Sun Bing asked.

"Don't worry, they've all been exposed to basic queue training, if they can't do this little thing well, then they can still be platoon commanders?"

"That's right, but I think it's time to give them a little freedom."

"Then you have to ask Lao Liu's opinion, this opening can't be opened easily, and we can't be the master."

……

A group of instructors followed the rookies and muttered quietly, and the rookies in front of them walked back to the base in a neat queue, they were going to dinner!

After dinner, Zhang Yan and the others took the rookies to receive individual training equipment, and then ran to the obstacle course.

I'm going to start a theory class again tonight, this is Zhang Yan's biggest headache!

After running to the training ground, the rookies looked at the 500-meter training ground of the international special forces, with a sad look on their faces, and Zhang Yan had even more headaches, because obstacle training means injury.

"Tonight is a theoretical assessment, let me talk about the rules first!"

"Later, you will do obstacle course training in pairs, and on the way to training, I and the other squad leaders will ask you questions, the content is the basic theoretical questions, you can continue to train if you answer correctly, and you will be punished if you make mistakes!"

"Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

"Report!"

"Speak!"

"Instructor, what questions are you asking?"

"I said that it was sent to you the basic theory questions, haven't you all read them?"

A trace of anger appeared on Zhang Yan's face, as soon as he asked, the rookies immediately stopped talking, and seeing the reactions of the rookies, Zhang Yan immediately understood what was going on.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"I will make you remember the importance of theory questions without reading them!"

"Now, let's go!"

With Zhang Yan's order, the two rookies of the first class immediately rushed into the training field of the 500-meter steeplechase, and 10 seconds later, the second group continued to follow.

Set off every 10 seconds, and the person in front is followed by the one behind, and they will also be punished!

Wu Rui, Wang Haoran and Song Yufei fiercely patrolled around the training ground with rifles, and once they encountered the slow and lazy guys, they shot them a few times at their feet.

The sound of "pop", "pop", "pop" single-shot guns kept ringing, and the 95 rifle equipped with infrared sights could still accurately hit the target at night. (The usual training guns of the Longyan Brigade are basically domestically made military firearms, and the Type 95 rifle is equipped with its own optional Picatinny rail, equipped with small grips, laser sights and other parts, and some people love dovetail slots.) ）

Hou Xiaosong, Chen Lin and Fan Zimo stood beside Zhang Yan with training grenades such as detonation bombs and smoke bombs, and occasionally added food to the rookies.

"Rookies, listen up, the person whose name I called can't answer within 3 seconds or answers incorrectly, he will leave the training ground immediately and accept the punishment!"

"Wang Meng, tell me, how many ways are there to detonate the Type 72 anti-infantry?"

"Two!"

"Which two?"

"Electron pulse detonation and pull fuse detonation."

"Wang Yu, tell me the difference between the smoothbore gun and the rifled gun of the armored corps."

"Uh......."

Hearing Zhang Yan's question, Wang Yu, who was hanging on a rope for traction and crossing training, was dumbfounded, he didn't know how to answer this question, because he had never been in contact with tanks, let alone a student of the Artillery Academy.

Behind him, another group of students had already caught up, and the 3 seconds passed quickly, and he didn't have any answers!

"Wang Yu, will it or won't?"

"Report, I won't!" Wang Yu shouted loudly.

"Get out of here!"

Wang Yu sighed, jumped off the rope helplessly, and ran in front of Zhang Yan.

"Instructor."

"Are you ready for punishment?"

"Ready!"

"Go and report to Instructor Nangong yourself, he's waiting for you!"

"Huh?" Wang Yu looked at Zhang Yan with an incredulous expression and was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the so-called punishment was to go to the sunny Nangong instructor.

When he saw Zhang Yan's cold eyes, Wang Yu reacted, saluted Zhang Yan with a military salute, turned around and ran to find the Nangong goblin.

"Next, Ye Fan, tell me, what are the sniper targets of snipers?"

"The sniper targets of the sniper are divided into four levels, the first target is the enemy sniper, the second target is the local senior commander, the third target is the important local strategic material warehouse, the enemy special forces, artillery guides, ground observers and other important figures, and the fourth target is the enemy artilleryman, machine gunners and other large-scale offensive personnel. Report complete! ”