I didn't go to the station in Baghdad, not because I couldn't stay, but because I didn't have to.

The military base on the side of Bairvanay is almost completed, and there are only some auxiliary facilities and interior decoration problems left, and there is no problem with the occupants.

Having a military base led by oneself is more powerful than a station, which is shocking.

These American GIs are all newcomers who have just retired from the army, and the Golden Retriever found old connections in the army and recruited them directly.

Wang Zhen attaches great importance to this group of people, and he intends to train them as a team.

In comparison, those mercenaries who have been mixed up for a few years are already difficult to pay attention to.

Bigfoot and skua are exceptions, after all, they owe Wang Zhen a life early, especially skuas, and their personalities are also a little eccentric.

In terms of retaining the American element, Wang Zhen is obsessed.

After a five-hour drive to Bairwanai, the recruits had no complaints about their trip to a remote town in Iraq.

This is the advantage of recruits, in exchange for that group of old oilers who are sick, the station must be selected from a few big cities, some eat, some play.

The reception task was arranged by Shovel, and he understood the American GIs.

Bonfires, barbecues, Iraqi performances.

The more people who come out of this kind of big country, the more they like to see some characteristic cultures of other countries, and they can appreciate and participate in it with a lofty mentality, which is called experiencing life.

On the contrary, people in those small countries are unwilling to accept it, and especially like to provoke and ridicule.

It's you, European sticks, Asian footwraps!

The next day, the first official meeting.

Ten people, fully armed, stood in a row with their hands behind their backs, their chests held high, and their heads raised.

Eight people from Wang Zhen, also heavily armed, stood opposite.

"Yesterday, everyone already knew each other, but this understanding is more superficial."

"So how do you get to know it deeply? Warriors, the first thing to compare should be professional ability. ”

"Therefore, there are no superiors and subordinates here, there are no bosses and employees here, there are only fighters, so let's communicate in the way of warriors!"

"The U.S. Army, one of the most combat-effective armies in the world, everyone is a newly retired soldier, and the infantry base is not comparable, that is looking down on everyone."

Hearing Wang Zhen say this, the ten people were very happy, this was a recognition of their past.

Of course, for the fact that the boss of the defense company is Chinese, it is impossible for everyone to say in their hearts that there is no resistance.

But there's nothing really stupid here, even if it's two black people, Teacup and Mark, who can be favored by the Golden Retriever, they have also been investigated, the two have brains and have gone to high school!

Therefore, this resistance is why the 'head' is not the Golden Retriever, these special forces from the US military.

Of course, as one of the three major military powers, it is still the only opponent of the US military to be defeated and signed, and no one dares to say that they look down on such a thing.

"Here I want to say that the work of PMC is still very different from that in the army, which emphasizes large-scale corps operations, while our PMC emphasizes more on squad operations, special operations, and individual capabilities."

As he spoke, Wang Zhen turned around and pointed to the built training ground in front of him, which was a training ground built to simulate urban street fighting, but unlike other urban street fighting training grounds, the houses here were dilapidated, there was a lot of masonry and garbage on the ground, and there were garbage bunkers.

Yes, it is the status quo in the Middle East that is imitated.

"In this training ground, there are a total of 80 target positions, and after each training starts, only 20 of them will be terrorists and 5 civilian targets, so it can be basically said that it is random, more simulated actual combat, training requirements, in the shortest possible time, knock down as many targets as possible, if a target has not been knocked down within 2 seconds, it will be counted as death."

"Got it!" Wang Zhen shouted loudly.

“Yes sir！” Everyone yelled loudly with serious expressions.

This test is much more difficult to move than the fixed target they usually train.

This kind of random range, even if you have trained here many times, it is not very useful to be familiar with the target position.

"Very good, very energetic, then, everything speaks in actual combat!" Wang Zhen said, took a few steps back, stretched out his thumb to them, including the golden donkey, and then in front of everyone, his thumb turned and rushed down!

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At this moment, the donkey and the golden retriever took the lead in raising their middle fingers, and the ten newcomers were already angry, and they also raised their middle fingers and shouted.

That's it in the army, it's useless to say anything else, pull it out and try it!

With a sneer on his face, Wang Zhen grabbed his HK416 and walked to the shovel.

Behind him, everyone followed, standing in front of a small room next to the training ground, which was filled with several large screens showing the situation in the training ground in real time.

Shovel held up the stopwatch and shouted, "Go!" ”

Wang Zhen rushed out with a step, different from the normal gun shoulder action, Wang Zhen's gun was sandwiched under the armpit, more like a terrorist than like a soldier, this posture made people who had not seen it very shocked.

The moment the target in the corner popped out, Wang Zhen's footsteps were wrong, his body paused slightly, and he swept up with a point shot, and then rushed out without stopping.

Turning the corner of the street, in front, behind a gravel bunker, the target bulleted, this time Wang Zhen's footsteps did not stop, "Da Da" is two shots.

Under the perennial training of the gun, within 10 meters, Wang Zhen can completely rely on his feeling to fight, and there is no guarantee that the gun will shoot the head, but there is absolutely no possibility of missing the target, and under the two consecutive shots, the hit rate is 100%.

The first seven targets, from the video, can hardly be seen that he stopped, until three consecutive targets bounced up almost simultaneously in the three adjacent windows, which were not only mixed with a hostage, but also only half of the two terrorist targets were exposed.

Random is random, Wang Zhen doesn't know which target position will rise, a sudden brake during the run, "dada" and "dada" two double strikes, shoot down the target.

Just as he turned to leave, the civilian's target landed and quickly bounced up, this time turning into a terrorist, a scene that caused a group of people watching outside to let out a low exclamation.

Fortunately, Wang Zhen's afterglow swept away, and he urgently turned around one and a half, with a strange posture, but the accuracy remained the same, and the target was knocked down with two shots.

"Oh!!" The crowd exclaimed again.

Why is a weak side mentioned in many combat explanations?

Because of the normal posture of holding the gun, the gun is aimed with the right eye behind the shoulder, and the left eye is partially blocked by the scope and the gun, which causes the soldier to lose a large part of his right vision.

If an enemy attacks from the right, it is difficult for the soldiers to spot, which is called the weak side.

When the squad is advancing, the weak side must be protected.

And Wang Zhen's way of holding a gun sandwiched under the armpit does not need to aim, it has no impact on the field of vision, there is no weak side, and the reaction is faster.

It's just that this way of holding a gun requires a very high sense of gun, otherwise if you can't hit within 10 meters, it will become a food delivery......

After this level, the rest is even simpler, when Wang Zhen ran out of the training ground, the following shovel pressed the stopwatch and read out loud: "The whole process takes 1 minute and 16 seconds, kill all the terrorists!" ”

"Damn, this guy is getting better and better, I'll come next time." The donkey scolded in a low voice, and then raised his head and said, "You newcomers, take a look at it more, familiarize yourself, you can't let this guy look flat!" ”

With that, the donkey straightened his gun and headed for the entrance.

"Golden Retriever, which unit is the king from, this marksmanship, it's too good, right?" The precision shooter camera whispered.

"Can you believe that he didn't serve as a soldier before he worked in PMC?" The golden retriever pursed his lips and said with a smile: "When I met this guy, he was a food delivery person. ”

"Impossible, you told me that you had never been a soldier in this marksmanship?" The camera whispered, and the others around him listened with their ears outstretched.

He is an accurate shooter, he knows the marksmanship too well, ordinary people can practice, and the fight looks quite accurate, but there is an upper limit, and when it comes to the upper limit, it is basically impossible to improve.

No assault doesn't want to be a precision shooter, no precision shooter doesn't want to be a sniper, but no just can't!

And like Wang Zhen, you don't need to aim, you can fight while running, which looks simple, but it has very high requirements for gun sense.

"Really, this might be a genius, but this guy was on the professional shooting team before he delivered food, the Olympics, the World Championships." Golden Retriever said with a smile.

"Fack!" A few people around him immediately scolded, isn't this a joke!

Have this talent and come out to do PMC?

Neurotic!

After all, there is a lot of money to be a soldier.

In the United States, anyone who plays professionally, whether it is the World Championships or the IDPA, even if it is a local star shooter, the income is far more than that of a sniper!

If you can win a championship or something, a sports star, it goes without saying what level of income you have.

This kind of talent, compared to them, doesn't that allow ordinary people to play with NBA stars?

Pure bullying!

While talking, the donkey came on the field, relying on the familiarity with the training ground, using the normal upper shoulder shooting method, and not afraid of the impact of vision, and this time there was no such thing as falling one target and another target, just like this, it took 1 minute and 32 seconds.

After that, shrapnel several people came on the field one by one, and the poet and the skua used MP5, not the usual guns, but the two of them had a good sense of gun, and their results were no worse than those of donkeys.

When I changed to the Golden Retriever, the results were dry for 2 minutes, and I was not familiar with it, so I couldn't help it.

Swap to this group of newcomers......

There is not even a complete shot, after all, if you don't hit the target in 2 seconds, you will be considered a failure.

How to say it, the newly retired recruits, even the US military that has fought the most wars, have very little actual combat experience, and there is no comparison with the golden retrievers who have worked in PMCs for several years.

A perfect dismount, after gathering again, a group of newcomers looked at Wang Zhen again, and the taste in their eyes changed.

Soldiers, the strong are rightfully worshipped.

"This is a simulated actual combat, but it is only a simulation, and the gap with the actual combat is still very large, I hope you will train well for a period of time in the future, I don't want to give you a pension, the pension of the Americans is too fucking expensive!"

"Okay, after the marksmanship competition, the next is the fighting ability."

"Blind man, play with them." Wang Zhen squinted, with a faint smile on his face, stretched out a finger, and hooked his finger without looking back.

(End of chapter)