The so-called selection is actually a process of elimination layer by layer, and the huge training ground is the battlefield at this time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The first level is shooting, five bullets per person, and even one bullet with an accuracy lower than the eight rings will be eliminated. More than a hundred people were divided into three teams and took turns shooting. Bang, bang, bang, bang...... Gunfire came and went......

The requirements of the eight rings are nothing to the scrivener, he is the first team, and he must be the first to appear. More than 30 people walked to the designated position under the guidance of the commander, and the target was 100 meters ahead. The scrivener box was also among them, he was not in a hurry, he familiarized himself with the firearms before shooting, and the guns for shooting were provided uniformly, which was a standard American-made Garand M1911 rifle. The old generation is quite familiar with this kind of gun, and has been equipped with this rifle since the moment it entered Burma, and it is also used in training at Indian bases, and it is familiar with it like a part of their own body.

Lie down, put yourself in a shooting position, feel the wind and wind speed with your face first, and the bullet is loaded and ready to shoot. Bang, bang, bang...... Five guns, four ten rings and one nine rings.

Even the officers in charge of judging were impressed, and this result was enough to rank in the top 10 of all the selected personnel. Of course, there are still two teams that have not started, and even so, according to the results of the first team, the results of the old generation can be ranked in the top 20 anyway. As a magistrate, it is natural to pay attention to the soldiers in the top twenty.

This was followed by the second and third teams. The sound of gunfire echoed in the training ground, not killing, but full of the cruelty of competition.

After all the soldiers finished shooting, a total of more than ten people were eliminated, and the elimination rate was not high. In other words, there are nearly 100 people who have to accept the selection later, and the cruelty can be imagined. This result is not surprising, every soldier is selected by each unit, shooting is the basic skill of a soldier, and the elites of these troops are naturally not a problem to deal with target shooting.

Some American and British soldiers were indignant, believing that shooting was their forte, and that this level would eliminate most of the Chinese. I didn't expect it to be like that, the shooting accuracy of the Chinese soldiers was not worse than theirs at all, and among the top twenty people, the Chinese soldiers accounted for half.

This made the American and British soldiers with a sense of superiority very unhappy, and some people secretly decided to kill the Chinese in the next subject!

The second subject is a march on foot, with a weight of 50 kilograms per person, and it is necessary to cross various environments such as swamps, rocky mountains, meadows, barbed wire, etc. It is equivalent to running around the huge training ground, because various simulated environments are distributed in all corners of the training ground.

This time there were no more groups, everyone set off together. The total time is one hour, and more than one hour is eliminated.

Number 100 people crowded the starting line. The magistrate whistled, and he ...... Everyone strode out.

The first test is the swamp, a quagmire of several hectares that needs to be crossed.

The soldiers who rushed to the front stopped as they ran to the edge of the swamp, and no one knew the depth of the quagmire, and perhaps they would not have reached the top of their heads when they stepped on it. Mr. Lieutenant Colonel had already explained in advance that all the environments were 100% simulated reality, and it was not uncommon for the mire to pass the human body.

The rafters rot first, the guns shoot the first birds, and no one wants to be the first to eat tomatoes. Dozens of people stood on the edge of the swamp in unison, and no one went down.

Poof, a Chinese soldier suddenly fell into it. The body was immediately submerged in the mud, but it was soon revealed again, and when I stood up straight, I realized that the mud had just reached my thighs.

Puff, puff...... Chinese soldiers fell in a row from different directions. Some stood up with mud only up to their knees, others didn't reach their chests, and one was the most unlucky, never showing up again after falling, and a string of bubbles suddenly appeared on the surface of the mud.

The scrivener box can be seen clearly, it is all foreigners who are playing ghosts! Deliberately use the inertia of running to knock Chinese soldiers into the swamp! The scrivener box is at the back of the crowd, and every detail can be seen clearly. These grandsons actually used such despicable means! He was secretly determined to return the color.

The nearest Chinese soldiers saw that some of their compatriots were in distress and rescued them one after another. Some threw ropes, while others stretched long bamboo poles into the mire. It took a lot of effort to finally get people out. The rescued Chinese soldiers were covered in mud, and even their nostrils were blocked with mud. Someone brought a bucket of water to help flush it, and finally picked up a life.

By this time, the large army had already rushed down the swamp, and those in the front opened a road, and those behind followed one after another. From left to right, there are three routes, and everyone is lined up in a long line, winding like a snake.

More than a dozen foreign GIs joined forces to push all the way, putting down the Chinese soldiers who were exploring the way with bamboo poles and throwing them in the swamp, monopolizing the leftmost line. Some foreign GIs followed suit one after another, forming a special channel for foreigners.

On the other side, the six Arhats also occupied a passage, and they also pushed sideways all the way, knocking down the foreign GIs along the way and throwing them into the mire. The lone Chinese soldiers followed along the route of the six Arhats. The middle line forms a dedicated passage for the Chinese.

The passage on the far right is a mixture of Chinese and foreign, and the Chinese and foreign soldiers are evenly matched, and no one has a monopoly on it. Li Keji and a white foreigner walked in the forefront, each with a long bamboo pole, constantly exploring the depths of the swamp and constantly correcting the course of progress. The two seemed to be very friendly, and from time to time they cooperated with each other, making the Chinese and foreign soldiers who killed the red eyes star.

Ba Xin, Sun Dasheng, Shan Lingguan and so on are also on this route, and the enemies are very angry when they meet, and Sun Dasheng and Shan Lingguan have both suffered Ba Xin's losses. Today, the two intentionally or unintentionally have joined forces, and have been entangled by Bhasin's side, as if they want to strangle this formidable potential opponent in the swamp.

The scrivener box is also on this line, not in a hurry or in the middle of the crowd. He had already set his sights on his target: a foreigner with a small stature and curly blond hair. It was this guy who first picked the head and knocked a Chinese soldier into the mire. The scrivener has been staring at him from beginning to end, and the sins he did today must be paid back today!

The scrivener deliberately slowed down and waited for the blonde man in the back, and when the two sides were side by side, the scrivener turned his head and smiled and said, "Hellofriends." ”

The blonde man was stunned, the Chinese soldier actually knew English, and he was still smiling at himself, what was going on?

The fist of the scrivener arrived, heading straight for the bridge of his towering nose. The other party was not slow to react, and in a hurry, he used the weight he was carrying in his hand to block in front of him.

Boom, the fist slammed into the weight. The force sent the blonde man flying, and he lay on his back in the mire. Poof, mud splashes high.

The right foot of the scrivener is slightly raised, ready to make up for it when the other person gets up. Unexpectedly, after the other party lay down, there was no movement, and the viscous mud instantly returned to calm, and not even a bubble came out.