Hearing Zhu Wushuang's words, Zhao Sidong couldn't help touching his chin and laughing. (For the latest chapter reading, please visit)

Slowing down?

It is true that he has joined the Tianlong Special Forces for a short time, and most of his training is mainly based on solo training, so it is really not much to talk about the tacit cooperation with his comrades.

In this sense, those who think he will be a drag are right.

But the problem is, his old man has divine sense!

With the help of the Divine Sense, it is possible to take the right response in any situation.

For example, in the Conglin environment, he and his comrades cannot communicate in time, even through the implicit intercom in the throat, because many times, even the slightest movement is enough to expose the target.

People who have been training together for a long time can naturally form a tacit understanding, and even if they don't communicate, they can know what to do next and what their comrades are doing.

And although he and his teammates didn't have time to cultivate a tacit understanding, he has divine sense to use, which is equivalent to opening the perspective plug-in when playing CS!

Where his comrades-in-arms are, what they are doing, where the enemy is, what they are doing, he can 'see' clearly, how can he lose in such a situation?

Even if the other comrades-in-arms are 'hanging', he is left alone, and he can easily turn the situation around.

So he is not worried that there will be problems in this regard, but others do not know that he has such a bull fork hole card, and it is normal for him to think that his odds of winning are not high.

He smiled at Zhu Wushuang, "What about you, what do you think?"

This sentence made the atmosphere in the room suddenly cold, and Zhu Wushuang was stunned for a few seconds before he said insincerely: "We...... Of course, I think you're going to win!"

"Oh, hopefully. Zhao Sidong smiled noncommittally, turned around and went out with the washbasin.

In the room, Luo Yongfeng snorted a little unhappily: "**What**, I really think it's great to be able to fight? In modern special battles, personal fighting ability is important, but it is not a decisive factor.

Wu Di touched the short hair on his head, grinned: "I think that maybe he can really win this competition, I don't know if you have noticed, although he usually shows a lot of strength, but I always have a feeling that he seems to have kept his ...... strength."

Hearing this, Guo Zhiyuan, who was full of meat, also agreed: "That's right, I think so too, judging from his performance in the past few days, I don't think it's too much to describe him as 'big man with great wisdom', think about it, will such a person be so easy to become flaws and become a person who drags his feet?"

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Debiao and Cao Wentong also expressed their opinions, one agreed with Luo Yongfeng's opinion, and the other insisted that Zhao Sidong would win. (For the latest chapter reading, please visit)

As for Zhu Wushuang, he suffered a big loss at the hands of Zhao Sidong, but his mind was more contradictory, he hoped that Zhao Sidong would lose the competition, but he didn't want him to lose - if Zhao Sidong lost to someone else, wouldn't that mean that he Zhu Wushuang was also compared to those guys?

Although it is said that such a win-loss relationship is not accurate, he just thinks like this if he can't stand it.

In the end, Yao Yize, who was playing with a deck of playing cards in his hand, interjected lazily: "Since you disagree, why don't we start a game, bet on him to win, one to three, bet on him to lose, one to two, how about it?"

Zhu Wushuang glared at him with a dark face, "Gamble, gamble, gamble, you kid knows about gambling all day long! If you let the above know, you gambler will be swept away!"

Yao Yize shrugged his shoulders disapprenorantly, pulled the playing cards in his hand back and forth twice quickly, and replied: "What are you afraid of, I don't have any gambling money, the so-called small gambling pleasure, even the people above can't prohibit it, don't forget, those squadron leaders and captains often bet." ”

So, the conversation began to tilt from this moment, and the conversation quickly shifted to how wonderful someone's bet was with someone at some point.

......

Zhu Wushuang and the others had a conversation in the barracks, and Zhao Sidong listened to it word for word with the help of his divine sense, but he didn't mean to be angry at all.

Originally, Luo Yongfeng, who thought he would lose, was right, if it weren't for the help of a powerful divine sense, he really wouldn't be sure that he would be able to win tomorrow's competition, but now...... Unless he deliberately released water, it was impossible to lose!

After washing up happily, Zhao Sidong returned to the room and joined in everyone's chat without knowing until the lights out horn sounded and everyone went to sleep.

Early the next morning, Qian Sanli officially announced the competition with the first detachment.

He stood in front of the team members and said in a deep voice: "Now many people from other fraternal units think that we will lose, why? Because Zhao Sidong has only joined in a few days, they think that we have not formed enough tacit understanding, and we will definitely lose in the team project! You say, can such a thing make it happen?"

"No!no!no!," the team yelled at the same time.

Qian Sanli nodded with satisfaction, and waved his big hand and said: "Okay! Then, this morning's training is mainly to cultivate tacit understanding, the so-called grinding guns in battle, not fast or light, I don't want everyone to have a strong tacit understanding, but at least the cooperation will not be impossible to fight, right? When you are training, you should pay more attention to communicating with Sidong, whether this competition can win beautifully, it depends on this morning!"

"Qian team, don't worry, we will definitely be able to do it!"

Qian Sanli said 'um', raised his wrist to look at the time, and said, "Okay, let's start!"

The morning training project is jungle search, in which all team members are required to maintain radio silence, in addition to formulating an action plan in advance, it depends more on the consciousness and tacit understanding of the team members.

Zhao Sidong was pulled aside, and was temporarily instilled with a lot of unique code content, because he couldn't speak in action, let alone make a sound casually, so many times it became necessary to leave a code with special meaning in the surrounding environment.

Although the forms and meanings of the code are many and complex, they are not worth mentioning at all in front of Zhao Datianzun's powerful learning ability.

So during the training, Qian Sanli was very pleasantly surprised to see that the cooperation between Zhao Sidong and other comrades-in-arms was unfamiliar from the beginning, and soon became familiar.

Many times he only needs to observe his surroundings a little and know what to do next.

And what is surprising is that he seems to have a super instinct, and he can always cooperate with the actions of his comrades unexpectedly, so in the morning training, there has not been a single failure!

"If this state can be maintained forever, hehe, the boys of the first team are definitely not opponents!" Qian Sanli's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but think of how to show his majesty in front of Su Mu after winning the competition-in fact, basically the relationship between all the team leaders was not too good, after all, their sense of competition was too strong.

In the blink of an eye, the morning's training was over, and it was still Qian Sanli who led the team to the canteen to eat, and disbanded to rest for half an hour after the meal.

When Zhao Sidong went back to the dormitory to take a shower and changed into a clean training uniform, Qian Sanli and the other team members were already waiting for him outside the barracks.

"Let's go, let the brothers of the first team see how powerful we are!" Qian Sanli ordered, and the entire second team ran towards the venue of the competition.

The two teams soon met in a training ground.

Su Mu walked over with a smile and bumped his fist with Qian Sanli, "Old Qian, how is it, are you sure?"

"I'm still pretty sure about dealing with you, otherwise how dare I agree? Are you ready to fail?" Qian Sanli replied with a smile, his eyes full of sharp looks.

This unnutritious conversation between the two lasted for a few words before it was stopped, and as the captain of the second squadron, it was not surprising that Li Yifeng appeared here, because he was the referee of this competition.

After simply announcing the rules of the competition, Li Yifeng ordered: "In the first event, three people from each side will fight hand-to-hand, the winner will earn one point, the loser will have zero points, and the one with the highest score will win after three battles!"

Zhao Sidong did not play in this project, because Qian Sanli knew very well the strength of those players in the first team, even if he did not use Zhao Sidong on the field, he was sure to win.

Sure enough, in less than three minutes, the second team won with a score of 2 to 1.

This is followed by the second project, live shooting.

The so-called live shooting refers to the shooting test in a fully realistic environment, and this time they use the anti-terrorist mission in urban street fighting, killing and injuring as many bandits as possible while rescuing hostages.

Of course, the so-called hostages and bandits are not real people, but fully simulated humanoid targets made of high-tech materials, and the firearms used by the soldiers are not live ammunition, but electromagnetic bullets, and after hitting the target, there will be data transmitted to the central control computer, and then the central control computer will synchronously feed back the results, and whether the person who was shot is dead or injured, which is basically the same as the real situation.

This project is a collective project, and Zhao Sidong naturally has to participate.

Holding the military semi-automatic assault rifle in his hand, Zhao Sidong also had a trace of excitement in his heart.

Maybe not many people like war, but for most men, when they encounter such an opportunity, I am afraid they will not let it go easily.

Carrying a gun to fight is dangerous, but it is also very exciting.

For Zhao, it's more of a live-action role-playing shooter.

Tick -

A whistle sounded, and Zhao Sidong's second detachment rushed out from the hiding place.