() "Stand up!"

Looking at the crooked queue in front of him, the soap is a tangled face, this is called the army? It doesn't matter if the queue is not neat, the weapons are not uniform, the grandfather's Mosin Nagant and Lee Enfield, the Bren light machine gun, the AK47 during the Soviet era, the Belgian FAL, and the Type 97 made by Chong Guo, forget if the weapons are not uniform, you can't unify your clothes, wear US military camouflage pants with Soviet military uniforms, wear sportswear and barefoot, and there is a guy who wears a local burqa with Adi sneakers.

"Forget it, you guys line up to get guns and clothes!" Soap waved his hand and watched them change their clothes and get the militia back into formation, and they finally had a bit of an army look.

"Okay, now you're holding an American-made 6A4 rifle in your hands............" After introducing the weapon, Soap pulled over to watch the lively Aaron.

"Now, I'll have our top shooter show you through! Aaron, hit the target from afar! With a single shot! ”

Aaron changed the rifle and was about to shoot when he was stopped by Soap.

"Don't aim, shoot with rapids!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" Aaron held his rifle to his waist and fired a few random shots at the twenty-meter target, but it was obvious that the bullet missed the target at all.

"You see, this method of shooting basically doesn't hit the target, so I hope you don't use this method in the future, understand?"

"Understood!" The militia was very serious.

"Now you can aim!"

Aaron sighed, raised his gun, held the handguard from the side of the barrel with his left hand, pressed his thumb against the handguard, and pulled the trigger.

"Don't use Magap, just shoot the normal way!"

"Okay, you have the final say!" Aaron fought again, and as soon as the gunfire stopped, the militia behind them spontaneously applauded.

"See his posture? Three points and one line! Eyes, crosshairs, goals, all three in one line! And remember the butt of the gun! That's how you can hit the right shot! ”

"Is it over?" Aaron withdrew his magazine and replaced it with a new full magazine to reload his progress gun.

"And grenades, you show them it!"

"Okay!" Aaron removed the magazine, withdrew the bullets, closed the safe, and opened the ammunition box on the table next to him, which contained ten 7 grenades neatly stacked.

"Okay, everyone, pay attention, pay attention to his movements, first pull out the tab, remember, you only have five seconds after the tab is removed, so be careful!"

"Grenade throw!" Aaron shook his arm and threw 7 out of a distance of more than 40 meters, and then the grenade landed and exploded, shattering a large area of the target.

"Alright, thank you for the demonstration of our top marksman, now, it's your turn, pick up the grenade in front of you!"

Soap clapped his hands, and a bunch of Marines moved baskets of potatoes in front of the militiamen with strange faces.

"Uh, sir, aren't these potatoes?" A militiaman cautiously raised his hand and asked.

"I said it's a grenade, it's a grenade, at least now it's not a potato, it's your grenade!" Soap blushed and reprimanded loudly.

"But...... This is a potato! ”

"Then throw it out as a grenade!"

The interesting interaction on the training ground attracted the attention of many people, including the commander of the militia, Carlin.

"Very good marksmanship, are you also a member of SAS?"

"Almost, we're all paid on LinkedIn!" Aaron actually didn't want to stay with this woman, mainly because she had a faint smell on her body, and as soon as he smelled this smell, Aaron remembered roasting a leg of lamb, and his stomach would be hungry.

"What do you think of these people?" Carlin didn't know what Aaron was thinking, and if she had, maybe she'd pull out a knife and give this guy a hard blow.

"Scrappy stragglers, this kind of unit is okay to fight with the wind, if you encounter hard stubble, I'm sorry, they won't last long!" Aaron told the truth.

"Why? I think they are great, we attacked Assad's transport convoy before and killed more than a hundred enemy troops, how can we not fight a tough battle? ”

"When will your people be able to fight a class and a division, then they will be called elite!" Aaron dropped his weapon and turned to leave.

"How can there be a squad fighting a division, even Saladin can't do it!" Carlin doesn't believe Aaron's claims.

"Just because you don't believe it doesn't mean it doesn't exist!" Aaron stopped and looked at Carlin, "The path you stick to cannot exist, and no one can let you build an independent state, because you have no capital!" And if you expect the U.S. military to train your people, then you will end up with nothing more than a second-rate army! After saying these words, Aaron didn't care whether the other party understood or not, and left the training ground, he was hungry.

Grabbing a freshly roasted leg of lamb, Aaron nibbled as he walked out of the cafeteria, only to stop him after taking a few steps.

“…………”

“…………”

The two looked at each other, and Aaron swallowed the meat in his mouth, tearing off a large piece of meat from the leg of lamb and handing it to each other.

"Good times, good times!" Wesley ate the meat in two bites, then grabbed Aaron and jumped on the Humvee.

"We're going to have a meeting, don't eat yet!"

"Found Assad?"

"Yes, a local sheikh sent us to tell us that Assad will be at a meeting at the border in three days to discuss human trafficking with the sheikhs!"

"Then we can catch him at the meeting!" Aaron nodded, it seems that Assad really has no choice!

When he arrived at the conference room, Aaron also saw several CIA operatives sitting in the corner, writing and drawing.

"Speaking of which, we also want to thank these agents, it is they who are on the front line to buy those chiefs, which gives us the opportunity to capture Assad, it can be said that they are the heroes!" Price touched his beard and said to the soap on the side.

"That's right, not everyone can wield a dollar to bring a chief to his knees!" Soap scratched his moxican head, "I am definitely not willing to change this job, if it were me, I would probably hold 5 pistols against the other party's head, and see if he agrees to cooperate!" ”

"A great move!" Aaron complimented as he held up a leg of roast lamb.

"Of course, I call this a fish out of the water, ahhhhhh Soap triumphantly pointed to the pistol stuck in his chest.

"All right, gentlemen, don't be poor, and you, please don't put oil on my chair when eating, it's leather!" A middle-aged woman walked into the room, who was the head of the CIA in Uzstan.