Chapter 293: Fighting in the Water

At the same time as Ye Fan shouted, he turned over, pulled the donkey and rolled quickly up from the ground, and limped into the sea.

With a loud "bang", Ye Fan felt as if he had been pushed by something behind him, and a "dog gnawing mud" fell into the sea, and with a "snap" face down, he fell.

Ye Fan was lying in the water and felt that his lungs were about to explode, he tried to raise his head, wanting to breathe a breath of fresh air, but he felt like something was blocked in his nose.

"Ah...... Sneezing ...... Whew," Ye Fan finally squirted out the mud and sand in his nose, reached out to wash his hands in the seawater, and took a sip with his fingers, his nostrils were full of sand.

"Rookies, are you all in good spirits?"

"Do you still want to sleep?"

Zhang Yan's hateful voice sounded on the beach behind him, Ye Fan struggled to get up from the water, and glared at Zhang Yan angrily from a long distance.

If it was possible, he would really want to rush up and fight with Zhang Yan, but he could only find death when he rushed over now, and he couldn't beat any instructor at all!

"All assembled!"

With the sound of the password, the scattered rookies ran to the soft sand on the surface of the sea, leaving a string of wet footprints without making any sound.

"We're here for sea training, what is sea training? Zhang Ruohang, you explain it to them! ”

"Yes!"

Zhang Ruohang, who was standing in the queue, was stunned for a moment when he heard his name called, and then reacted and ran out of the queue.

Zhang Ruohang ran to the front of the queue, saluted Zhang Yan with a military salute, and then saluted the rookies again.

"Haixun, as the name suggests, is training in the sea, training in the sea."

"I was a cadet of the reconnaissance department of the Naval Ship Academy, and when I was at the academy, our teachers defined the army's maritime training as engaging in military training at sea."

"Maritime training includes individual combat skills, squads, platoons, and companies to the coordinated operations of the entire naval fleet, including joint training of ships, naval aviation, submarines, marines, naval landings, and other arms."

"Stop, that Zhang Ruohang, you just say that individual combat skills are enough, we are special forces, we don't engage in large corps operations, those naval fleets are too far away from us, and we will have braids when a ground-to-ground missile hits!"

"Let's say something useful."

Zhang Ruohang's words were suddenly interrupted by Zhang Yan, which made Zhang Ruohang's eyes roll, and she closed her mouth a little helplessly, and as soon as Zhang Yan's words were finished, she realized that she was indeed crooked.

Now the training camp is about maritime training in small-scale special operations, not large-scale surface warfare in the naval fleet!

"yes, then I'll talk about Marine Corps training."

"The Marine Corps belongs to the land combat unit of the Navy, and some of its combat missions are the same as the reconnaissance companies of the Army, which are responsible for reconnaissance of the enemy's situation and guiding attacks on the ground."

"In the Marine Corps, everyone can swim and dive, armed swimming for 5 and 10 kilometers is the basic skill, and individual combat in the water and self-rescue in distress in the water are all compulsory subjects, because this is related to whether we can survive the battlefield."

……

"That, that's all I know," Zhang Ruohang saluted the rookies embarrassedly, then turned around and saluted Zhang Yan, and continued: "Report to the instructor, my words are finished." ”

"What do you think Zhang Ruohang said?"

"Good!"

"Isn't that time to chirp, thank you to our Comrade Zhang Ruohang!"

The applause of "papapapa" rang out, and Zhang Ruohang stood in front of the queue, looking a little flustered for a while, and his helpless appearance made Zhang Yan and them all laugh.

Zhang Yan asked Zhang Ruohang to return to the queue, and then stood in front of the rookies, his bright smile suddenly dissipated without a trace, and his face darkened.

"Stop it all!"

"I don't need to say more about the importance of sea training, I don't promote much of the nonsense of 'going up the mountain to catch the tiger, and going down to the sea to kill the dragon', and I don't want to talk to you about those empty words, they are all fooling people, and the special forces are not gods, but they must also learn to save their lives and kill the enemy!"

"What is the meaning of the existence of our special forces? It's all about striking the enemy and destroying them in the first place! ”

"As an elite soldier of land, sea and air, you can't even swim, and the enemy will watch the enemy leave when he enters the sea? Are you worthy of the military expenses that the state pays you every year for eating, drinking, and lazing? ”

"If I were you, I would feel ashamed, and I would go home from the war and say to my family, 'Dad, Mom, I let the enemy escape', do you feel worthy of your family?"

Zhang Yan's words deeply stimulated the rookies, they are all young people in their twenties, never ischemic, not angry, and not soldiers!

What is a military man? The Great Wall of China to protect the family and defend the country!

What are Special Forces? A razor-sharp spear to kill your enemies!

"Report to the instructor, we want to train!"

"Instructor, I don't want to go back and tell my dad that way, he'll beat me to death."

"Instructor, we have to train, my dad fought Vietnamese monkeys, it was because of him that I went to the military school, although my grades are relatively poor, but I want to say that I am not a bad breed."

……

"Report to the instructor, in fact, the enemy ran away from the sea, and we can ...... with anti-ship missiles."

"Who, tear down the stage!"

As soon as the training enthusiasm of the rookies on the beach was aroused, a discordant voice appeared, Zhang Yan was in a hurry, holding five or six naval fighting knives in both hands and circling the rookies several times, and the whole person was in a state of rage!

"Alright, let's train!" Zhang Ye stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Yan, who was furious, if Zhang Yan suddenly wanted to toss the rookies, the afternoon training would be scrapped again, and there might be injuries.

"Everyone gets a fighting knife, then runs into the sea, teams of two, pairs freely, and prepares for fighting!"

"Kill ......!"

Fan Zimo held a large box of fighting knives and threw them in front of the rookies, shouting loudly for the rookies to collect their weapons and start training, looking like a guy selling knives.

The rookies rushed into the sea with a shout of killing, and the fighting knives in their hands were genuine Navy Type 06 underwater multi-functional bayonets, knives tailored to the characteristics of naval combat missions.

After the box in front of Fan Zimo was empty, he ran to the beach, Zhang Yan threw the six knives in his hand into the box, and walked to the side with a smile to watch the play.

There was still a trace of the anger on his face just now, and he looked desperately looking for someone, and in his eyes, it was more of a kind of play.

"Is it really good for you to do this? That's the real thing! Watching the rookies fighting in the water with real fighting knives, Sun Bingyu's face was a little worried.

Zhang Yan shook his head and calmed down his turbulent heart before saying: "Sweat more in peacetime, and bleed less in wartime; In fact, people didn't pay attention to the last two sentences, you have to shed blood in peacetime, and you can only live in wartime! ”