Special Years

That night, since the soldiers of the "Hunter" squad had just arrived in the brigade, many things were unfamiliar, so Han Zixuan did not arrange any training for everyone, but let everyone gather together and go to the lawn in front of the barracks. After the team meeting was held by the light, it was disbanded.

After the shift meeting was over, the row house was still empty, and the others were still training outside and didn't come back, so a few soldiers had to sit on the edge of the lawn in front of the row house and talk about the mountains.

After chatting for a long time, Luo Pingan came over.

"Why don't you go back and rest earlier? It's better to write a letter to your parents when you have time. This may be your most comfortable last day here."

Zhuang Yan said: "I just came back from taking a bath and wrote the letter, and it was not time to turn off the lights, so I came out to brag."

Luo Pingan thought for a while, then looked up at the sky.

Today the weather is pretty good, the full moon is hanging in the sky, there are no clouds in the sky, and the stars are shining.

He also simply sat down and joined a few people in the chat.

After chatting for a while, Zhuang Yan suddenly asked Luo Pingan: "Monitor, what kind of expert are you?"

Luo Pingan was taken aback and said, "Why are you asking this?"

Zhuang Yan said: "When the people in the first class in the afternoon introduced themselves, everyone had a nickname or something, which sounded quite bluffing."

"Oh!" Luo Ping'an understood what Zhuang Yan was referring to, and said, "You're talking about reconnaissance experts, enemy capture experts, and excellent pilots, right?"

"Yes, yes." Zhuang Yan said: "What kind of expert are you, squad leader? Can you talk about it?"

Luo Pingan said: "Why can't you say it? This title is assessed every year when the brigade conducts an assessment competition. I am an expert at capturing the enemy and an excellent sniper."

Zhuang Yan is not very interested in snipers. After all, his marksmanship is not very good. What he lacks can make up for what he lacks. Instead, he is most interested in the title of "capturing the enemy." Can you fight?"

Luo Pingan was taken aback by the solemn question again, and after a while he said with a smile, "That's right."

Zhuang Yan said, "How many can you beat?"

Luo Pingan couldn't help but said, "Why are you asking so carefully, Zhuangyan? You will also learn subjects such as prisoner fighting and fighting in the future, so you won't know if you try it yourself?"

Zhuang Yan said: "I just want to know the specific quantitative indicators. For example, how many enemy capture experts in the special team can beat each other? Will it be like in the movie, where one beats dozens?"

Luo Ping was happy and said, "Zhuang Yan, you are afraid that you have not been brainwashed by the movie? Special forces are also human, not gods. If one beats dozens of them, he is a superman, not a human."

Hearing it, Zhuang Yan was surprised and disappointed, and said, "I thought the people in the special forces were very good! I had a comrade-in-arms before..."

Speaking of this, he remembered the personal experience that the old confused told himself.

"What happened to your comrade-in-arms?" Luo Pingan asked.

Zhuang Yan stabilized his mind, tried not to think about being confused, and said, "It's nothing, he became a soldier because he was robbed by hooligans at the train station when he was out to work, and someone wearing clothes like yours saved him... "

He pointed to the right arm pocket of his camouflage uniform and said, "The soldier with the word 'special' on it rescued him, and one person subdued several gangsters with knives."

Luo Pingan suddenly realized, and said, "This kind of clothes is no longer available now. It was only available to the former soldiers. It has been cancelled since the year before last, and only the veterans have it. However, some new recruits in our brigade went to the store outside the camp by themselves to be given to them. They print."

Speaking of this, his tone suddenly became serious: "I can remind you that you are not allowed to do this. The captain will scold him when he sees it. It is just to intoxicate himself when he is on a business trip. It is of no use."

Zhuang Yan was not very interested in what "special" characters should be printed, so he returned to the original topic and said, "Squad leader, then tell me, since the old soldiers and gangsters with knives can be subdued, if I work hard Let’s practice a little bit, can you also hit one… how many times?”

Luo Pingan said: "It's fine to hit a few people, but you have to be careful if they are armed with knives. Don't think that you are very good after practicing. No matter how high your kung fu is, you are still afraid of kitchen knives. It hasn't happened. But, if you practice hard, it's not a problem to be a small ruffian without a weapon by yourself."

Suddenly he asked: "Zhuang Yan, you came to the special team just to learn this?"

Zhuang Yan still didn't want to mention the old confusion, and simply pushed the boat and said, "Yeah, learn this, and go back to defend yourself in the future."

Luo Pingan said: "There are so many things you can learn in the special team, especially the 'hunter' team, and capturing and fighting is just one of them. Besides, what we have learned is actually not suitable for dealing with local people. ."

solemnly asked: "Why?"

Luo Ping'an frowned and thought for a while, then said: "Because the fighting skills we learned to capture the enemy and capture the prisoners are more than one move to defeat the enemy, it is not the enemy that you use, it is easy to cause trouble. Two years ago, The local public security system held an exchange meeting with some martial arts schools, martial arts schools, etc., and invited us to go there. When people went to the ring to communicate, they applauded one after another, and when we went up, they stopped applauding..."

"Why?" Zhuang Yan widened his eyes and asked, "You lost?"

"Losing?" Luo Pingan said, "It's not that we lost, but whenever we go up, we will end the battle in less than five seconds, so we can't play with them."

Zhuang Yan was surprised and delighted. Luo Ping'an was a very stable person, and generally did not brag. Zhuang Yan still believed his words.

"So awesome?!"

"Brilliant?" A meaningful smile appeared on Luo Ping'an's face, and he said, "Blood and sweat are often behind the arrogance, solemn, you are an infantryman, and it is really not as good as Su Huikai's foundation. There are many things you have to learn from the most basic, and you have to suffer."

Zhuang Yan is not happy anymore, he is more competitive, and of course he doesn't like others saying he can't, so he said: "Monitor, I have practiced, I have learned hard skills."

Luo Pingan said: "Don't brag, infantry still practice this? I have seen your file, you are a city soldier, don't tell me you learned at home."

Zhuang Yan said: "No, but I really learned it. I learned it from a comrade in the teaching team. He came from a family of martial arts. I have been practicing it all the time."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and handed it to Luo Pingan.

"If you don't believe me, look."

Then Luo Pingan took a look at the lights from the upstairs of the barracks.

There were calluses all over the solemn hands, and the paint was a thick layer on the joints of the fists.

Luo Pingan stretched out his hand.

Putting their hands together, they looked almost the same.

"Looks like you're not bragging." Luo Pingan poked at the calluses on the solemn knuckles with his fingers~www.novelmt.com~ and said, "These calluses really need to be practiced."

"Do you believe it?" said solemnly: "Squad leader, I have a passion for our special team, how could I lie. To be honest, I gave up second-class merit in order to come here."

Luo Pingan knew that Zhuang Yan had won the first-class shooting of the group army, and it stands to reason that he could indeed declare the second-class merit.

It seems that the solemn sacrifice is still great. There are some unspeakable characteristics in this kid, Luo Ping'an can't tell what they are, but he knows very well that what Han Zizhen admires is the one thing on Zhuang Yan.

"Okay, work hard here, there will be opportunities in the future, right?"

Xu Xingguo, who had been sitting beside him silently, suddenly spoke up when he heard the words.

"Squad leader, is it easy for our special team to make meritorious deeds? Is it easy to be promoted?"

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