Special Years

In fact, this is of course not the worst blow. While Zhuang Yan was still indignant about Cui Weinan calling him a "new soldier egg", he sadly found that among the special forces members of the various units who shuttled around, his three high-ranking soldiers were more than Giant pandas are even rarer.

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At least, apart from the three of them, none of them had the rank of First Class.

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On the contrary, everyone who passed by them stopped a little, glanced at the military academy on their shoulders, and exclaimed with the expression of seeing a panda on the street: "Fuck! Private!"

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Then put on an expression of "These **** are related households" and walked away.

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What can I do?

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Salad!

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You can't reason with others, can you?

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Each of them has a higher military rank than himself, so he can only be teased by others.

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But this situation did not last long.

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Liu Junhao, the staff officer of the "Excalibur" brigade who was in charge of the reception and arrangement, gave everyone a number plate and told Zhuang Yan and the people of the "Red Arrow" brigade: "Now take your respective number plates, remember your own number, and enter. In the row house marked with the red letter No. 1, find your own bed, put your things away, tidy up the housework, and wait for the notification of the next step."

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After saying that, he left.

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They are all veterans. Many of them have participated in various training camps. They are experienced and experienced and do not need to be greeted like new recruits.

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Everyone brought their luggage, guns, weapons, etc., and found the big row house No. 1. One row house can sleep 30 people. All of them have programmed their numbers and put a label on the bed frame. Number to find the corresponding bed, and then put the luggage on.

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The lockers were also labeled, and everything was well organized and arranged.

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The troops do things in a disciplined manner.

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Especially since the headquarters is in charge of this training session, of course there will be no mistakes.

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Among the people from the "Red Arrow" brigade this time, the highest rank is Yan Ming, the deputy commander of the sixth company of the second battalion.

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Yan Ming is a local sports student who has been directly admitted to the military academy. He graduated from a special warfare major for international relations students. Since he is an undergraduate student, he became a lieutenant in the next year and became a deputy company commander in the third year.

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He is the youngest deputy company cadre in the brigade. In fact, he is younger than platoon leaders like Cui Weinan and Zhou Yi.

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Therefore, according to the military rank, when there is no specific superior, he always obeys his orders.

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Yan Ming asked everyone to put their luggage on the bed and hand in the weapons as soon as possible.

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Weapons are the second life of a soldier, so as a deputy company commander, Yan Ming of course knows the importance.

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Although this is an army, you still have to be careful. Once the weapons used by the special forces are lost, the danger is particularly great.

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For example, special weapons such as Bi pistol, 67-type micro-sound pistol, and 85-type micro-sound submachine gun will be particularly harmful once lost.

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Since they have the lowest rank among the people who came, of course, it is the three "recruiters" who are responsible for carrying guns and equipment to hand over.

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Waiting for solemn and serious, Su Huikai handed over the weapon to the warehouse, signed and registered it, and returned to her row room to sort out the housework within two minutes, the whistle of the assembly outside rang.

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"Come out and gather!"

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Someone was shouting gruffly outside the barracks, as loud as a bronze bell.

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Zhuang Yan hurriedly folded the quilt casually, put on the Bennie hat, and ran out.

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A sturdy, tower-like officer stood in the open space in front of the barracks, with two hands behind his back, his eyes swept across the door of each room.

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He wore camouflage like everyone else, but he didn't have any special forces identification armbands, bare arms, bare shoulders, no rank epaulettes, or even cap badges on his hat.

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At first glance, if it weren't for the unique and unforgettable military temperament on his body that proves that he is a soldier, he would be regarded by many people as a local migrant worker who likes to buy camouflage clothes as work clothes.

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"All units are lined up according to the order I said. Don't make a mistake. They are all veterans, and they are also old special operations. If you make such a low-level mistake, I will make a deep memory for you!"

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The major looked smiling and spoke in a relaxed tone, but it sounded terrifying.

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deep impression?

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But it's definitely not a good thing.

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"The Red Arrow Brigade, 20 people, are in the first row..."

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"Divine Sword Brigade, 20 people, second row..."

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"Flying Dragon Brigade, 20 people, third row..."

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……

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"XXX amphibious combat unit, 20 people, third row..."

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"Airborne unit, 20 people, fourth row..."

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……

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After reading it, he took the roster and checked it in line by line.

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After checking, return to the command position in front of the queue.

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"I see that each of you is wearing the armband of your own army..." He said, still wearing that smile that seemed to never change, walking to one of the airborne soldiers, reaching out and pinching his armband took a look.

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It was the armband of a parachute logo.

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Then he walked to the solemn side.

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Zhuang Yan felt numb in his heart for a while. If he was not in the first row, he would not have walked to his side, because neither the head nor the tail of the row was himself.

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But the first column was completely exposed to this officer dressed as a "migrant worker".

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First look at the solemn armband, then look at the military rank.

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"Huh? Private?"

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He was more interested in military rank than armlet.

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"That's right, this time there are only 4 privates for No. 180."

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He returned to his command position.

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"Here, you no longer have your own rank and armband. Here, you only have a serial number. The serial number you received just now is your unique identifier here, which is easier to identify than calling you by your name. After disbanding, go to the team headquarters on the second floor. The logistics staff will take you to the warehouse to collect your camouflage uniforms, helmets, and new Bonnie hats. For the next 45 weeks, you will all live and train here. , study here, participate in the final selection here, remember, you only have a code name! No name!"

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After talking a lot, finally, the commander of the "migrant worker" finally started to introduce himself.

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"You don't need to ask about my rank and the unit I belong to. You can't ask me. You can call me an instructor or a lieutenant colonel! It's that simple!"

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He pointed to the six straight people standing beside him, and said, "They are my assistants and your instructors, do you see the white letters on their clothes? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, go to After that, I will call them the number of instructors. Do you understand? Don't look at them as young, but they are not worse than any of you, only better than you! Don't be convinced! If you are not convinced, you can come out and challenge the instructors, and you will be exempted from training if you win. Military subjects, culture and foreign language classes come directly to the country for training. What do you think?"

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In the team, no one dared to answer.

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Solemn felt strange.

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Aren't these veterans and officers usually awesome?

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Why are you all cowardly?

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Why are they all withered?

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For Zhuang Yan, his purpose is very simple, he just came here to gain knowledge, but he doesn't have so much mental burden.

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So he shouted: "Report!"

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"Speak!" The lieutenant colonel walked up to Zhuang Yan with a smile: "The young man is very good and has the courage! Do you want to challenge these instructors?"

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Solemnly said: "Challenge all? No no no~www.novelmt.com~ Two fists can't beat four hands, I'm not stupid."

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Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

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The six instructors also laughed.

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The lieutenant colonel said: "So, you choose one, pick the one you are best at and compare it with him, and if you win, you will win, how about it?"

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Win one, is it a win?

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This is not a winner-take-all! ?

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Cool!

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The third one.

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The third watch is guaranteed tonight.

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There are important things tomorrow, so I will save some manuscripts for tomorrow.

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See you after 12 o'clock.