The next day, the guards issued a notice to them, and the special combat team members had prepared new clothes, and the weapons and equipment on their bodies were polished, even the bullets were no exception, and everything was ready the night before, quietly waiting for the next day's arrival.

The appearance of the special operations team immediately attracted everyone's attention, and their sequence was the last in line, but there were still many people who looked at them with an inquiring eye. Seeing that the team in front of him has passed, the special combat team members are also ready to play, yesterday the instructor said, if anyone dares to drop the chain today, dig a pit and bury themselves, otherwise they will wait to be cleaned up by him, although they are very excited to look at the few bigwigs in the middle of the visiting platform, but they still dare not talk nonsense.

Looking at the instructors in front of them, they also followed the instructors with neat steps, although their number was the smallest, but it was the most eye-catching, first of all, they stood out from the crowd with camouflage, and the weapons on their bodies were also different. More than a hundred people walked in unison, and it was obvious that they could see that the spirit of this person was different, and they could feel a fierce taste from a distance.

When the team approached the rostrum, Dapeng shouted at the top of his voice, "one, two......" when the first word was shouted.

"Huh"

More than 100 right arms are raised to the side of the eyebrows, which is exactly about two centimeters from the brim of the hat, which is extremely standard. With a gun in one hand and a salute in the other, he kicked it up in unison, and the voice of Dapeng was synchronized to: "One, two, ......" The team of more than 100 people shocked all the people at once, and even the team walking in front looked back from time to time.

All of them were taken aback and began to buzz with each other, except for a few who knew the origin of this team, everyone else whispered with interest about the situation. It feels really good. There is no harm if there is no comparison, and seeing the square team of the special combat team walking by, and then looking at the team in front of it, it is simply not what it looks like.

The boss watched the special combat team pass by them with neat steps, and Le's mouth couldn't close, and a general next to him said sourly: "Walking well doesn't mean combat effectiveness, what's so good." The boss glared at him: "Fart, I can't even walk in a queue, and I dare to say that I won the battle." If you envy others, just say it, don't be weird. ”

Mao glanced at him lightly: "Don't jump to conclusions first, let's take a look first." But his eyes did get brighter and brighter, and he watched the small army striding away.

After the special combat team was reviewed, it was still as low-key as when it had just arrived, nesting in its own camp like a new daughter-in-law, but many army commanders and division commanders who came to visit wanted to see this unusual small unit up close. But after the excitement came, they all went out again with a black face. Dapeng couldn't keep them out, but when they came in, they didn't see anything but the special combat team standing in a military posture and walking right. There were also some heads who wanted the special combat team to perform, but they were directly choked back by him.

How Dapeng is not close to people has annoyed many people, and it has also caused a lot of criticism, and in the end, the boss was also a headache by the noise, and came to the camp of the special combat team to discuss with him whether he could have a drill.

"Exercise? It's acting, right? Boss, the special combat team is not a troupe or a big opera, if you want to see the excitement, please invite a troupe, how lively it is. Whoever feels unconvinced, you can also try to kill an RB general, we admit defeat in this kind of exercise, whoever wants to win let him win, we don't need such a victory. We don't need to prove our strength to anyone except the enemy, and the scars on our bodies are our highest honor. The object of our service is always the people, not a certain person, so we don't need to prove it to anyone. "At the end of the day, don't forget to bring a high hat to the special combat team. Dapeng didn't even give the boss face, and pouted back.

"Dapeng, don't be emotional, I'm not discussing it with you, since you don't agree, forget it. "The boss also doesn't agree with this kind of meaningless acting, but he can't stand the crowd, so he just came to give it a try, but I didn't expect Dapeng to not give face. However, this makes the boss even more optimistic about this small army, don't engage in those vain things, fighting is fighting, and how high is the consciousness. Look at what people say, the object of service is the people, what are the people? Aren't the people just the toiling masses.

"I don't have emotions, I'm afraid that some people have emotions, the purpose of the special combat team training is only to fight devils, not for performance, nor for anyone to be a bodyguard, this kind of meaningless exercise, we will not participate, we learn killing skills, if you don't shoot, you will die, if you shoot, you will not be killed, I am afraid that you will not be able to pay the price." Dapeng said with a straight face, and did not give any room for negotiation.

When the boss went back and reflected Dapeng's thoughts to everyone, it immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of some people, and a big man said dissatisfiedly: "This Zhang Peng has more than 100 people who still make such a big shelf, this is an obvious bourgeois style, and it is the goal we should fight for, I think we should review his origin, boss, the special combat team can't let him take it, I'm worried that he will lead our revolutionary team astray." ”

Another bigwig answered: "I don't know if the bourgeoisie doesn't know, but I'm sure of their combat effectiveness, and I think we also need some elite fighters to carry out some special tasks, whether to divide a part of them to protect some important political figures." ”

"It's just nonsense, in addition to doing these things every day, can you still do something serious?" After hearing this, the boss got up and slapped the table and said angrily, as soon as he saw the boss power, the conference room was suddenly silent, no one dared to speak, and glared at them fiercely, and the boss slammed the door and walked out.

Soon the people below received the news, and the boss let go, the special combat team is qualified to be bullish, if anyone thinks they are capable of killing a small RB general, this sentence will make people lose their temper, if the devil general is so easy to kill, they can still take their turn.

But these are not Dapeng's worries, now he is nesting in his cabin, after writing a series of training plans for the special forces, he has sorted out some military and civilian technology and design drawings together, and left a letter to Wei Guo and Lao Qiu, and left quietly without anyone notifying.