"Bang!" Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the trunk in front of licorice was immediately punched, and sawdust flew, but licorice didn't react when he heard the gunshot, but stopped moving forward and stopped in place and waited.

"Linus, your vigilance is too poor, if I were an enemy, you would have died just now!" After a while, a young man came out of the forest with a gun in his arms and said to Licorice with a dissatisfied expression.

"Hah! If an enemy ventures so far to assassinate a high-ranking official, but comes here to assassinate me, what else can I say? Licorice said with a grin.

"Look, John, I've hunted a deer, and we'll have a big meal in the evening!" Licorice said happily.

"Come on, the cook in the cooking class was annoyed by you a few days ago, and you can find something for him to do before he has enough rest." The young man who was called John said helplessly, John's full name is "John Zmailman", he is a sergeant from other units, well, now a sergeant, he has also participated in the battle for Stoney before, and now he has been assigned to be Licorice's deputy, which can be said to be quite fateful, of course, the most important thing is that those who can be selected here are the real sharpshooters in various units. By the way, Licorice is now a second lieutenant, and he has also held a medal ceremony in the capital before, etc., and has won a lot of medals, but I will not write about it here.

"Who made him good at his craft, and I'm not giving him a chance to improve? Maybe one day his skills will be better and he can go and cook for the Führer! That's a lot better than staying with us, haha! Licorice laughed, this sniper school has an independent cooking class, and there is a cook in it whose skills are particularly good, and it should also be specially given to these elites, so Licorice often goes to the cook and tries to make him some more delicious dishes. But the biggest advantage of this chef should be that the vegetable leaves also taste good, I think when I was in the new barracks, Licorice was dissatisfied with the vegetable leaves burned by the chef of the new barracks, and once instigated Vincent and Henry and Robin, and secretly ran into the work area of the cooking class together, and hid the vegetable leaves of the entire recruit camp and buried them in the soil, and then, and then the cooking class went crazy, and there were no vegetable leaves for three whole days! Remove the meat, they don't dare, they have been cooking soldiers for so many years, they deeply understand the horror of carnivores, but there is no problem at all with all the mashed potatoes for vegetable leaves, and the usual vegetable leaves are all double! In the boot camp, you have to eat all the food you are given, and if you don't eat it, it doesn't matter, it's just that you won't have the stamina to keep up with the training. That period of black history licorice shuddered just thinking about it, it was terrifying.

"It is said that the people who cook for the Führer are all international chefs, and I don't know if the bearded man will be able to reach that level in his lifetime, haha!" John also joked with a smile.

"Okay, hurry up and help me carry my things back, I haven't slept well in two days, and if you don't go back to make up for sleep, you should carry me back." Licorice said quickly after the joke.

"Okay, I'll leave it to me, I'm here to answer you." John nodded, then took the stretcher from Licorice's hand.

"That flare sucks! The backpack got a little water, and the flare didn't catch fire, which I guess must have been shoddy from the east. At the mention of the response, Licorice immediately became angry, and said angrily and dissatisfiedly about the scrapped flare.

"Really? Looks like it's time to check it out when I get back, I don't want to be killed by those idiots, and you should mention it in your report, it's not a trivial matter. John nodded in agreement.

"I will! I'm going to get those idiots to mine in Siberia! Licorice said viciously.

"Haha, it's unlikely to send them to Siberia, it's Stalin's territory, but it's certainly okay to turn them from regulators to regulated." John smiled lightly, it is a big sin to mix bad goods in military products, even if you can't make anything good because of the problem in that production area, but where is this? This is the training ground for the most elite soldiers, and even here there are shoddy things, so isn't the rest of the place simply an empty shell?

"Humph! A group of profit-minded villains think that we have won the final victory, and now it is time for them to reap the benefits. Licorice said disdainfully.

"There will always be some people who will be fooled by the immediate benefits, Linus, you can't expect everyone to be sane." John persuaded.

"I think it won't be long before we have a really tough fight, I don't want anyone behind me to pull back, I'm going to attack them in the harshest language in the report!" Licorice said dissatisfiedly, but it could only be written like this in the report, because he didn't have the strength to do it himself, Chen Hao was right, without strength, you can't do anything.

John shrugged and didn't say anything more. The two walked through the woods, all the way back to the makeshift camp they had stationed outside. The makeshift camp is a bunch of tents, although there will be a town or a hunter's hut nearby, but as a sniper, if you even have a problem surviving in the wild, then you should consider changing jobs, although Licorice has always wanted to change jobs, because hiding and camouflage are too troublesome, compared to these, Licorice prefers to charge, sometimes Licorice will touch his chin and think so, maybe you can consider becoming a tanker, gunner or commander. But the cruel reality told him that he wanted to be a tanker without professional studies at the armored forces school? Asked those who are still in the armored reserves?

The two walked all the way into the camp, Licorice waved to John, and went straight back to his tent to sleep, and John also dragged the deer directly towards the cooking class.

.........

For dinner in the evening, Licorice got up on time, although I didn't sleep enough, but it was better to get up first for dinner and then go to bed. With a half-asleep and confused expression, Licorice got dressed and got out of his tent and walked to the dining place, the center of the camp, now that the rain had stopped, a bonfire was lit in the center of the empty camp, and Licorice had already smelled a smell of meat before he got closer.

"Hey! Linus is here, everyone is welcome, this is a sumptuous dinner provided by him! John, who was sitting by the fire, saw the licorice and said in a loud voice.

"Hey~~ Linus, congratulations, you successfully completed this training, Fischer's unlucky guy hasn't come back until now, it's probably over." Another young man sitting by the fire congratulated Licorice on the fact that it was over, which meant that the mission had failed, after all, the training was still very kind, at least it would not be life-threatening.

"Thank you for your blessings, Webb, I've actually always suspected that there is something wrong with the sniper point that the instructor gave us, it's not a place where the target is frequented at all, it's just an area that occasionally passes by, Fischer's unlucky guy probably hasn't seen the target yet, otherwise with his skills, such a simple target wouldn't have missed." Licorice shrugged her shoulders and said helplessly and gloatingly.

"This is inevitable, otherwise with our sniper skills, as long as the target appears in our field of vision for three seconds, we will be able to shoot it, which is far simpler than those experienced old hunters to hunt, it is impossible for the instructor to assign such a simple task to us, this does not play any role in training, it is worse than shooting moving targets." A young man who was holding a bowl of soup looked at this side and said slowly.

"That makes sense, Meyer, but it's useless, it's our turn to hunt tomorrow, and by the way, look for the hapless Fischer, and your dinner!" As he spoke, John handed the plate he had just brought to Licorice.

"The soup is there, if you want, you can serve it yourself." John pointed to another place.

"It smells good!" Licorice said as he looked at the golden venison roasted on the plate in his hand.

"Haha! Of course, old Koch has shown his real skills this time, so please don't make trouble for him again! Webb ate the food in his hand and smiled contentedly.

"I'm giving you the possibility of promotion! His skills can still be improved, and cooking for the Führer is just around the corner! Licorice ate the meat and corrected with a righteous face.

"Haha! What do I hear? Do you want old Koch to cook for the Führer? Come on! That would kill him, our dear Führer is a vegetarian in the heart! A big man walking outside the camp laughed.