Chu Zimo really regretted it.

The rubber bullets were like maggots on the tarsal bones, shooting at his face again and again, almost without a pause.

If he lowers his head, he will hit the top of his head, neck, and the back of his hands...... Anyway, it's the part that is not covered by clothes and hurts the most.

And he couldn't have buried his face in the muddy water all the time, who knows where they got the mud from, it was so fishy.

Chu Zimo finally couldn't help but raise his head.

"Whew...... Shout...... "......Three rubber bullets in a row, avoiding the eyes, hit the cheeks, and one shot hit the bridge of the nose, making his nose instantly sore, and tears were left behind.

"!" Chu Zi couldn't jump up immediately.

Damn, who said that he didn't hit someone in the face, he was about to be beaten in the face for a while!

This gun is to be loaded.

Under the headlights, I saw the man standing in place, holding the gun in both hands, throwing his left hand down, and holding the gun in his right hand, which was the crisp sound of "click" loading. Immediately after throwing his right hand, his leg was pushed up, and before he could aim, two bullets had already been shot out one after another, hitting him in the face!

Shooting a left-handed salvo is not a stunt, and many people in the army can.

But the loading speed is so fast, it is not something that ordinary people can do, at least Chu Zimo can't do it himself.

And as far as he knows, it is the soldiers under his father, who can achieve this level, and they are also the best among the best.

Chu Zimo's gaze stared directly at the figure in the distance, gritting his teeth. The nose was sore and tears flowed at the same time.

Yo? Crying?!

This is in a good position to be shot, the sound is crisp, and the reaction of the person who was hit seems to be quite interesting.

Yun Mo seemed to have opened a new dimension, and he had no sympathy at all, and continued to shine on the bridge of his nose.

"Bang bang bang".

The pain was mixed with sourness, but it couldn't get rid of it.

She seemed to be able to predict that leaning and dodging that way was useless. Even if he went against the requirements of crawling forward and chose to roll forward, as long as his face was revealed, his nose would inevitably be sour.

The masseter muscles on Chu Zimo's face were shaking, so he simply ignored it, lowered his head and held his breath and crawled forward!

Yun Mo fired a volley with her left and right hands, continuing to pursue, and Chu Zimo finally crawled out of her range.

Yun Mo pursed her lips, the time was too short, and she didn't enjoy it, which was a bit of a pity.

Squinting at the members of Group B moving in the pit.

This is called a moving target?!

Tut! Don't be sarcastic about people "moving"!

Such a slow speed can only be called a "live target", just alive!

This time, she didn't take the initiative to solicit hatred, and fought decently.

Then, multiple more targets appeared in her field of vision. Most people only care about crawling forward, often ignoring the shelter from themselves, and of course there is really nothing to cover here.

Yun Mo decisively pulled the trigger, his attitude was calm and stable, and he seemed to be strolling leisurely but he couldn't miss it.

One person is a second person in the past, and sometimes two or three will appear in view at the same time. If you're smarter, you'll cleverly use your teammates' bodies to fend off threats.

The more Yun Mo fights, the more he feels that he is out of harmony, there are always many smart people, and when he hits the back, he finds that using his teammates to save himself has become the choice of most people.

It's not right, it's never right.

They're not enemies, they're teammates. They need tacit understanding and trust, not to trap and defend each other.

Yun Mo's eyes deepened, she had already captured Xiao Feng's intentions, and it was really insidious.

We can't let him go on like this, otherwise the beliefs of this group of people will definitely go astray.

She can't be allowed to think too much, the two sides change positions, and it is a new round of unilateral cutting leeks.

The people in Group A were covered in mud and water, panting, Chu Zimo touched his face first, "hiss......" Ma De must have broken his skin, it hurts!

He clenched his fingers hard, adjusted his breathing, and began to shoot.

Give somebody a taste of his own medicine!

However, Yun Mo didn't give him a chance, her speed was a little slow, and from time to time she would be crossed by other classmates, just blocking Chu Zimo's sight.

Even when there was no one else, she would move and dodge from time to time, only to show her face in less than ten seconds before he could change ammo, and move forward quickly, and in a few moments she was gone.

Chu Zimo's teeth itched, and he finally sprinkled his anger on the others, and three-quarters of them were hit by him on the bridge of the nose.

A slap in the face? Daddy is a professional!

The results of the crowd were projected on the big screen in real time, and when the data came out, the crowd seemed to have found the source of the pain.

"! Who is Chu Zimo! Hit 650 in 10 minutes, don't you have a bad conscience? ”

"Did he hit me in the nose?" A group of recruits called.

"Don't beep", a recruit in Group B turned his face to look at the screen, and there was a name in the center that was also very eye-catching, "Didn't Yunmo also hit more than 300?" ”

"Isn't she from Group A? Isn't this just one round? More than 300 doesn't mean that we were all turned by her? ”

"Where's the face? , crushed by a woman, what about the faces of the brothers? ”

"What's nonsense? Above! "An instructor stood at the starting point and kicked a recruit into a mud puddle.

It's a training session that tests endurance, eyesight, and explosiveness at the same time. Don't look at the few rounds, but the physical strength is quickly exhausted, and by the end of the day, everyone's muscles are weak.

Yunmo has a lot of deductions, but there are more points, so there is no need to practice with weights.

Chu Zimo sat gloomily in the corner, there was a large empty area around him, and after coming for a few days, they got to know each other a little, and most people felt that he was disgusting, gloomy, arrogant, and spoke in a weird way......

Hong Ning moved over slowly and handed him a clean towel: "Brother Chu, wipe it first"

Hong Ning was originally a mecha maintenance engineer, from a brown dwarf, with a physique of only B+, fair skin, and a height of 1.76 meters.

He can be regarded as a scarce technical unit in the team, and he does not need to participate in such rigorous training. But Hong Ning wants to get 30 elite places in order to get the most access to mechas.

This time, his score was deducted from the number of effective shots, and he lost more than 300, and he was afraid that he would not run to death on this training ground.

But he's optimistic. As his name indicates, Hong Ning's whole person is also peaceful and peaceful, especially good-tempered, and no one in the team doesn't like him.

Chu Zimo took the towel expressionlessly, his eyes were always chasing Yun Mo, and when he saw the five of them talking and laughing, he felt indescribably uncomfortable.

Hong Ning said with a smile: "They have a really good relationship. ”

Chu Zimo was even more unhappy, and sneered coldly: "I think it's good, if you don't follow them, what are you doing here?" ”

Hong Ning is a likable, but he has been following him for the past two days, and many people have persuaded him why do he have a hot face and a cold ass, Chu Zimo also wants to know, today he knows as he wishes.

Hong Ning's black and white eyes widened, and he said very seriously: "Brother Chu, really, your character, it's so annoying, you see that if I ignore you, no one will pay attention to you, so I have to reluctantly ...... it."

Chu Zimo: ...... You hate it, your whole family hates it.

(End of chapter)