The atmosphere was suffocating.
Fang Zhan stared at the formation. His aura rose again as he continued to speak coldly.
"Who said anything about fairness to the volunteer soldiers?”
"Two years and eight months!"
"The acting commander of the 67th division! The vice commander of the 39th Division! Deputy Commander of the 50th Division! The Chief of Staff of the 23rd Army sacrificed himself heroically."
"I'm asking you, is it fair?"
The training ground was silent.
The participating snipers had serious expressions.
In the past, the country was poor, but the M Nation's devils bullied them at their doorstep. There was no retreat!!!
"You're all comfortable today. Where's your resolve?”
"You didn't rest well yesterday, so when the war starts, the enemy will f * cking ask you if you had a good rest first?”
The second lieutenant looked ashamed and angry. He wanted to say something but stopped himself, but he could not refute.
He was dejected and wished that he could dig a hole in the ground and bury himself in it.
However, Fang Zhan would not let him off so easily.
"Is this the fighting spirit of Army A's K division?”
"What? Are the elites of Army Group A like this?"
" Ah!" he shouted." Just like this!"
The aura of the first-class soldier rose to its peak.
In a trance, he looked like a human-shaped tyrannosaurus.
"What do you know about monuments?"
"In the Korean battlefield, three companies and hundreds of people froze to death! He didn't retreat!"
What do you know about racing against the American devils with your feet?”
" 113th Division, world record for rapid marching, soldier vomited blood and died."
"The 38th parallel, drawing this line, our dignity, the blood of hundreds of thousands of people, who can talk to heroes about fairness?”
"Who would talk about fairness with the veterans of the Indo-China Peninsula? Hmm? Squatting in the cat's ear hole, accompanying pythons, rats, and the minefield, the enemy in the opposite hole could hear his fart. Out of ten veterans who came down, nine were tortured by PDSD. Was it fair?”
"Do you f * cking think it's fair?"
The music is loud and the voice is loud.
The question pierced straight into his soul.
At this point, the proud soldiers and valiant generals were suppressed by the sacrifices of their predecessors in the four wars.
Everyone's eyes were red. They held their breaths and lowered their heads.
Fang Zhan gritted his teeth and concluded,"Training is unfair!"”
"The field army doesn't believe in reason!"
"Army Group A, we only want results."
"You think that my rank is low and I'm not worthy to lecture you? Today, it's the commander of the Training Department and the Military Reconnaissance Battalion.”
He pulled off his underpants coldly, not giving her any face at all.
There was a commotion in the ranks.
It was too heartbreaking.
Fang Zhan's temperament was indifferent.
Stepping on people, he had to step on them to death.
He ordered everyone to squat quietly so that the trained snipers could experience the difference in command.
The continuous verbal attacks shattered the pride brought by the military rank of a proud soldier.
Now, he had to completely crush everyone's arrogance in terms of professional skills.
"If any of you think you're awesome, I'll give you a chance.”
"In preparation for the sniper competition in the military region, we'll compete in marksmanship.”
"If you guys lose, then you better sit tight. If you guys lose, then you should train for a month. If I lose, I'll abdicate today and get lost.”
"I'll compete with you." The dark-faced Second Lieutenant of K-division immediately spoke up.
He had been beaten to death and had to get it back.
"I'll sign up too." Captain Zhao Zhi of Division C said.
" Report, and me." The officer from Division P looked cold.
Fang Zhan said calmly.
"Very good. Since we are both snipers, there should be no problem with the 800-meter course, right?”
No problem!
The few of them were filled with fighting spirit, and the killing aura of golden spears and iron horses was overwhelming.
As the best of the best in the entire army, 800 meters was a routine operation.
Many people could shoot apples from 800 meters away.
Fang Zhan added with a " hehe "," Oh, right, it's an 800-meter three-second moving target.”
Moving target?
Three seconds to dodge?
In an instant, the air seemed to suffocate.
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