Special Years

"Ouch! This method is really good!"

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Su Hui asked Zhuang Yan to give him both the holster and the gun. As he walked back, he tried Zhuang Yan's skills several times.

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Not to mention, I haven't used the stopwatch to stop it soon, but obviously I feel that I'm on the right track and accurate.

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"I, Su Huikai, have decided that starting tomorrow, I will humbly learn the technique of drawing guns from Comrade Zhuang Yan, and strive to be faster than him!"

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The bull made his oath ambitiously.

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Zhuang Yan couldn't help sneering at the side: "Who was still aggressively trying to settle accounts with me? This skill was taught by my master, and you still want to drive him out of the team!"

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Seriously hurriedly stopped the two of them: "You guys, please zip up your mouths! Although we are all team members here, and there is no military rank, Deputy Company Commander Yan is our senior and superior, so you treat him as the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled. Treated as if people can't be elected without relying on you."

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Serious and usually rarely get angry.

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But this time, there were sparks in his tone.

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"Do you know what veterans are most afraid of?"

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Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, not daring to answer.

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Su Hui pretended to be stupid, fiddling with the pistol, as if she didn't hear.

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Seriously knew that they were both listening, so he continued: "Veterans are most afraid of old age."

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"Women are afraid of getting old." Su Huikai suddenly said something, not pretending to be stupid.

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Seriously and excitedly, he said: "Veterans are also afraid. They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of getting old. Because when you get old, your eyes will be swollen, your hands and feet will be inflexible, and your physical strength will decline. Yan can easily run five kilometers, can't climb to the top of the building in ten seconds, can't be like this, can't be that sense of loss, when you become a veteran, when other recruits see you and call you a veteran, you are proud In addition, I will feel sad, saying why I am old? I am really old? Am I really useless?"

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Su Huikai didn't dare to answer this time.

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The three walked back silently.

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After a long time, Zhuang Yan suddenly said: "In the years when my dad came back from the battlefield, no matter in spring, summer, autumn or winter, as long as he was free, he would often go out to the balcony to smoke, and it would last more than an hour. Peeking from the window"

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"My dad was talking to an album, and that album was full of photos of his comrades. He was talking to himself there alone, saying that you guys are better than me, you are always so young, and old is better than death. It was scary and I was a little stunned at the time."

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He took a serious look and said, "Maybe I understand now."

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Yan Ming's matter seems to have come to an end.

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In the collaborative grouping subjects, three recruits and a veteran with the highest rank formed a dazzling landscape on the training ground.

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The people in the reserve team joked that this group is the "biggest age gap" award-winning group. No matter how many people in this group can go abroad in the end, at least in a sense they have won.

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The oldest represents the weakest in physical strength, and the youngest represents inexperience.

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No one gave any hope to this "biggest age gap" combination.

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Although this group from the "Red Arrow" brigade of the military region has the shortest soldiers, but the most solemn marksmanship, Yan Ming has participated in the most military competitions and has the highest rank.

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But who cares?

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The reserve team is not a senate, it doesn't mean that you are a bull when you are old.

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Here, after taking off the military rank, everyone is comparing military qualities.

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Okay, you can't qualify, go to the card board at the door and take off your numbered card, get out!

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Zhuang Yan didn't expect that he would get so much from the reserve team at the headquarters this time.

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Although it is not yet known whether he will be able to qualify in the end and get a place to go to the country, at least this trip was not in vain.

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It's like meeting Yan Ming, it's only been a week, and the long-standing problem of the slow shooting of the pistol in the "Hunter" team has been solved.

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However, there are gains, and of course there are pressures.

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This kind of army-wide selection is made by talented people, so naturally there will be pressure from other elites in the army.

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The blackboard full of number plates is on the wall next to the duty post, on the right wall of the military mirror.

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After the first week of the quiz, vacancies began to appear on it, and then there were more and more vacancies.

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Every week someone gets knocked out.

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The reasons vary.

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Some were injured and voluntarily quit, and some failed the test and were mercilessly ordered to leave by the old white hair.

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This kind of day, repeated and let the solemn return to the memory of the past.

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In the first month of the coaching team, every day someone left in a truck, and the whole team watched silently.

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Here the situation is remarkably consistent.

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Before the gymnastics every morning, the time for the team members to withdraw from training. At that time, before the daytime training began, all the team members would stand on the lawn and watch the withdrawn or voluntary withdrawn from the row room with their rucksacks on their backs. He walked out, hugged someone he knew, and saluted the old white-haired instructors. He then hooked his head and jumped into the car with no expression on his face.

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The door panel of the car was closed with a clang, and the camouflage net on the roof blocked the light, and it was dark and blurry inside.

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Those who left were reluctant to sit out. Instead, they burrowed into the innermost part, hid themselves in the blur, and silently listened to the various revolutionary songs played on the early morning radio in the camp.

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Every day after getting up, Zhuang Yan would stand in front of the number plate for a while, staring blankly at the number on it.

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Who is missing, who I know, who left, who voluntarily retire, which army

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Majestic counts and memorizes little by little.

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Cheer yourself up in this cruel elimination.

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come on!

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Soldier!

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Whether or not the officers qualified, and who qualified, seems to have nothing to do with solemnity.

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At first, there were 180 people in the team, of which 40 were soldiers, including 37 non-commissioned officers.

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I walked 12 in the first week.

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2 of them are non-commissioned officers.

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Zhuang Yan found an opponent for himself.

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He felt that he should find an opponent for himself~www.novelmt.com~ is like running an armed cross-country, finding a reference for himself, like finding a lighthouse for himself in the dark sea.

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With the goal of transcendence, talents have enough motivation

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And the person he was looking for was Yu Qunchao, the most powerful first-level non-commissioned officer of the "Excalibur" brigade in the military region.

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The name Yu Qunchao is well-known in the special forces circle of the military region, and is a frequent visitor in the war song newspaper.

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It is said that the seniority of the first-level non-commissioned officer is not much longer than that of Zhuang Yan. Later, Zhuang Yan heard that he had been in the army for two years longer than himself.

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There is a kind of person in the world who is born to be a soldier.

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And Yu Qunchao is such a person.

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Fourth more.

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I'll go back and check for typos later. If you don't find it annoying, swipe it again.

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Another: Old rules, ask for a monthly pass! If you don't give a monthly pass, I'll hit your glass with a slingshot!