Special Years

The target was sent to the chief instructor, Old Baimao.

Old Baimao put them next to the car and squatted there to watch for a long time.

Then he turned back and said to Zhuang Yan, "No. 23, are you from Nanyue?"

"Report the instructor, I am!" Zhuang Yan quickly stood at attention and answered.

The old white hair turned his head again and continued to look at the three targets with the same eyes as he admired cultural relics.

When he arrived, he stood up and turned around and said to Zhuang Yan, "Do you know what Nanyue said when you describe a person being shameless?"

Zhuang Yan's face was slightly red, but he still answered loudly, "Report to the Chief Instructor, I don't know!"

"Pretend! Just keep pretending!" Old Baimao couldn't help laughing, and said, "Bad boy! That's how you guys describe it, right?"

Zhuang Yan continued to remain calm and act stupid.

The old white hair said, "However, today you won in an upright manner. If you win with luck, you will also win, but the method is too bad."

"Report the instructor, I don't want to wash the toilet anymore!" he said solemnly and loudly.

"You think you won?" the old white hair asked.

Zhuang Yan never saw the bullet marks on the target.

Because the old white hair's body had been blocking his sight, he didn't dare to look up.

But if you don't win, why talk to yourself so much?

Wouldn't it be better to just declare that you lost?

"I lost?" he asked.

The old white hair shook his head, "I didn't lose, it was a tie."

He beckoned, "Come here, look at the target."

Zhuang Yan and Instructor No. 2 got approval and stepped forward to look at the target.

Look down one by one.

Majestic laughed silently.

Instructor No. 2 also burst into laughter.

In the sniping session, Zhuang Yan won.

In the automatic rifle session, the two were tied.

In the pistol session, Zhuang Yan still lost - although he fired quickly, he almost caught up with the No. 2 instructor.

It's a pity that Instructor No. 2 is an experienced veteran after all, and his skills are superior. He hit the target first, and when he shot solemnly, the target had already fallen.

But the target didn't hit the ground, so two of the solemn three rounds hit the target and one missed the target.

Your uncle is still your uncle.

After reading the target solemnly, I was also convinced.

He asked the old white hair, "Chief Instructor, then I don't need to wash the toilet or..."

"Tie, I didn't lose, I didn't win, I won't give you extra money, and you don't want to be free." The old white hair said, "But you can drink the Coke they lost."

Saying that, he pointed to those veterans on the sidelines.

seem……

This is already the best result.

Fair enough.

Although being a class soldier can force a ruthless character like the No. 2 instructor to a tie, it is actually a victory.

If you dare to play, don't give any objective reasons.

Therefore, Zhuang Yan does not intend to argue.

An instructor is an instructor, don't reason with the instructor, the instructor is the reason.

Back in the team, everyone rushed up, asking the solemn result.

"how was it?"

"Tie?"

"How come it's a tie! A tie with the instructor is a victory."

"It's already amazing!"

The most excited was Su Huikai, who came up to hug Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan quickly hid.

"Brothers who made the wrong bet, remember to go to the service agency to buy Coke when you eat later, don't talk about it!" Of course, Su Huikai couldn't forget to remind those who were not optimistic about the solemn before.

Today, the "Red Arrow" brigade is using its strength to correct its name.

I believe that this matter will soon spread among the special teams in various regions, and in the next period of time, I am afraid that no one will dare to say that the "Red Arrow" brigade has no talents in the past two years.

beep—

"gather!"

Instructor 1 blew his whistle.

Everyone hurriedly ran over to gather.

When the team was brought back, the old white-haired man who was still standing beside the car said to instructor No. 2, "The boat capsized in the gutter!"

Instructor No. 2 smiled and said, "This boy is really chewy..."

He did not know what to use to describe the solemn character.

In the end, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I've never been forced to do this by someone who wasn't our team. This kid is completely a hobhead type guy. If he can't, he'll bet luck with you. There's no way, his luck is real. good."

The old white hair stared at the distant team, the singing fluttered in the dim air, and the row houses in the camp had begun to light up.

"Let's go! It's a quiz tonight."

The two walked towards the barracks together.

Instructor No. 2 looked at his watch and said, "What time will we meet tonight?"

"After dinner, let them rest until eight o'clock." The old white hair said, "This trip is not easy. It is estimated that many people will be eliminated, so let them enjoy this wonderful dinner."

Of course, Zhuang Yan and his comrades did not know about the arrangement of the old white hair.

There is a night training tonight, you know that.

But no one knows what night training is.

In the dining hall that night, solemnity was the focus of the audience.

The veterans from almost all regions came over with cups and Cokes to congratulate solemnly and toast his superb marksmanship.

Of course Yan Ming, who is solemnly named as a master, is very happy.

As the highest-ranking veteran of the "Red Arrows" brigade to run for the reserve team, Yan Ming raised his cup and said to everyone, "Come on! Brothers! Today, let's make a toast to the most beautiful cub in our team - Comrade Zhuang Yan!"

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

"Do!"

In fact, everyone is so excited and so happy for a reason.

Duel instructors, a tie; challenge the "North Gun King" and win.

I am afraid that this record will soon reach the ears of the chief.

In the army, whether the training is good or not depends on individual efforts, but whether you can show your face and whether you can be reused, it really depends on the chief above to know that there is a talented person like you.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful you are, you are at best a soldier.

There is no shortage of soldiers in the army, there is no shortage of talented people, but there is a shortage of opportunities.

Zhuang Yan has already shown his face now. Since he has shown his face, I am afraid that the future is certainly bright.

Looking at the jubilant scene in the dining hall, the old white hair pulled the last bit of food from the buffet tray into his mouth, and threw a wink at the other instructors.

"Eat early, come to my room, and check the route map."

"good!"

The other instructors nodded and answered in unison.

...

more than an hour later.

Everyone was a little restless in the barracks.

The usual night training starts at 7:30 and is quiet tonight.

It was early after 7:30, and no instructors were blowing the assembly whistle outside the row room.

strange...

"What happened tonight?" Su Huikai stood by the window of the row house, looking out and looking again, "Why can't I see the instructor?"

Not only Su Huikai, but others also felt something was wrong.

Too quiet.

The instructors seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Returning from the meal, no one saw the instructors appearing around the barracks.

The quieter it is, the more disturbing it is.

On weekdays, they tortured people like ghosts. Did the instructors collectively take the wrong medicine today?

Don't come to toss people?

"Look! The instructor is here!"

Su Hui pointed out the window ~www.novelmt.com~ that was the direction of the lawn.

Before he finished speaking, there was a rapid assembly whistle from outside the row room.

beep beep beep-

"The reserve team! All members, all outfits, gather on the lawn within 3 minutes!"

The entire quiet barracks suddenly exploded.

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In the last chapter, I saw some readers scold me for breaking the chapter.

In fact, I want to say that writing a book is like pooping. When **** comes, you can’t stop it and you’re going to lose a thousand miles. Calvin is like constipation, no matter how many hours you grin in the squat with how beautifully perfumed toilet paper is, you still get nothing. Broken chapters are like **** that is pulled out. It is about to break, so am I still holding it up to prevent it from falling to the ground?

Shit breaks naturally at the end. Well, this chapter, when it gets there, it breaks naturally, and I can't do it either... wow kaka

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