"Brothers, big news. Have you heard about the latest hell unit in the army? Tsk tsk, what a tragedy."
"What's wrong? The Military Reconnaissance Battalion is doing Devil's Week again?"
"It's not the military reconnaissance camp, it's the sniper training team.”
"Hmm? Sniper? " You must be joking with me. It's simply too satisfying to lie in the grass for an entire day during training."”The person who spoke had a look of jealousy on his face. He was very envious of the sniper who could openly " slack off " in the ambush training.
"Hahaha, you don't know this. The sniper training camp is much more terrifying than the reconnaissance camp.”
"Yo, so ruthless?"
What was the standard of the military reconnaissance unit?
They were only missing the special forces.
For a long time, the reconnaissance battalion was responsible for infiltration missions.
Therefore, there was nothing wrong with the reconnaissance troops being called special forces companies or special forces battalions.
"That's right, the sniper training team is known as the Hell Team!”
Team Hell!
Amazing, my brother.
His resounding reputation spread throughout Army A.
It was reported that the members who peed blood together could form an enhanced class.
It was reported that the captain cried bitterly at night while covering his head with a quilt. He even dreamed of swimming across the river.
It was reported that the second-in-command sergeant had a mental breakdown and would only mutter to himself,"I'm not a human, I'm an animal!"!!”
In short, it was extremely terrifying.
Military reconnaissance camp.
The lieutenant colonel and battalion commander stood in front of the formation and said,""A small sniper training team is more awesome than our reconnaissance camp? Are you convinced?"
Hundreds of tiger and wolf soldiers shouted,"I'm not convinced!”
"Who's the most awesome in Army Group A?"
"Military reconnaissance unit!"
His angry roar resounded through the clouds.
Morale was usable.
The major waved his hand in satisfaction, his movements full of strength and masculinity."Tomorrow, the reconnaissance battalion will move according to their training program.”
Just this?
The soldiers held their heads high and puffed out their chests. It was a small matter! Of course we can. We are the kings of the A Army!
The next day, the military reconnaissance camp conducted a day of training according to the standards of a training team.
Late roll call.
The autumn wind was merciless, blowing the fallen leaves all over the ground and the hair on the middle battalion commander's forehead. The officer's lips moved, and his heart was filled with sadness. It was as if there was an endless drizzle of fallen trees.
The pure man was weak.
"Disperse!"
Hundreds of soldiers dragged their numb and exhausted bodies away.
The f * cking sniper training team was inhumane!
The amount of training they received was almost as much as that of the 81 st National Sports Team!
Snipers are awesome!
Kneeling.
After a day of training, two members of the reconnaissance battalion fainted and three were lightly injured. The non-combat casualties of the entire battalion reached two percent.
The deputy chief of staff personally called to curse.
The high-ranking officer cursed out all the vulgarities he could, and the words "f * ck" and "f * ck" flew everywhere.
The general meaning was:
Do you guys have no brains?
What guarantee did the training team have?
There were military doctors following the team at all times in each subject, giving them glucose.
Most importantly, 90% of the personnel were non-commissioned officers and military officers.
What's going on with you guys?
A few batches of recruits made up one-third of the total.
F * ck! I think you need a lesson.
"New news, the military reconnaissance unit has stalled!”
"Really?"
"The deputy chief of staff called the major and scolded him until he shut himself up.”
"Tsk tsk, the sniper training is awesome. I didn't expect the military reconnaissance camp of the old and the young to be destroyed by snipers.”
Steel Seven.
Gao Cheng scolded angrily.'What the f * ck, why did you run to the army group and cause such a big commotion?'
The ones who were actually happy.
Spicy Chicken Army reconnaissance camp.
He always claimed that he was the best in Army A.
He deserved to be taught a lesson.
Our Steel Seventh Company is the number one.
No, tomorrow, Steel Seven Company will also move according to the standard.
The outside world could not affect the training team at all.
A week later.
The team members 'complaints disappeared.
Reality proved that after people became tired and numb, they had no energy to tell jokes, brag, or complain.
If he had the time to scold someone, wouldn't it be nice to take a nap?
It saved both physical strength and saliva.
The rough soldiers were now quite stingy, calculating every bit of energy.
Sunday, afternoon classes ended.
Fang Zhan generously gave an hour for the training team members to wash up.
In the past few days, the team members 'camouflage training uniforms were wet and dry. The green military uniform was covered with white salt. When thrown on the ground, it was like armor. It could " stand up " and its protective ability was equivalent to a first-class armor.
Water room.
First Lieutenant Liu Qiang held the basin and tried to rub his clothes.
Hiss!
F * ck!
If he moved a little, the muscles in his arm, which had been ravaged by the horse stance and pushing bricks for an entire afternoon, would immediately explode in pain.
Lieutenant Liu Qiang closed his eyes in pain.
Washing clothes was too difficult.
Not only him, but everyone else was the same. The sound of gasping could be heard in the water room.
The scene made people suspect that boiling water was flowing out of the tap.
"I'm a field army officer, cleanliness is a must.”
"What is this pain?"
"Think about the Long March, 25,000, think about the old revolutionary seniors.”
Liu Qiang gritted his teeth, made up his mind, closed his eyes, and rubbed hard.
Hiss! md!
Hiss! F * ck!
Every movement of his arm felt like his bones and flesh were being torn apart.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Liu Qiang was attracted by the sound of the violent " laundry ".
Which god was so awesome?
Did his Qilin arm not hurt?
He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice.
Cheng Cai stepped into the bucket with his bare feet expressionlessly. It was obvious that he had thrown the clothes into the bucket.
The advantage of a foot wash was that he did not need to do it himself.
In the end, the thigh was stronger than the arm. Coupled with the buoyancy of the water, the pain of lifting the leg was much lighter than rubbing clothes.
Liu Qiang frowned.
Become a talent?
This shrewd traitor of Gang Qilian.
Trash!
His military uniform was incomparably sacred, yet he was actually stepping on it.
What a disgrace!
As a noble officer, Liu Qiang could not stand Cheng Cai's behavior.
He turned around proudly.
Hiss!
It hurt!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
More and more people in the water room imitated him and used the " foot wash."
The devil's bewitching voice was full of temptation.
Liu Qiang was determined and unmoved. As the deputy company commander of the 702nd regiment, the first lieutenant had high standards for himself and was more reserved than the soldiers. After all, the field army had a tradition at the grassroots level, and officers needed to set an example.
A first lieutenant was only a step away from a captain, but he would soon become the captain of a company. He had to set an example at all times, so he would never step on the sacred military uniform under his feet. Therefore, Liu Qiang took off his shoes and said indifferently,""Chengcai, lend me your bucket later."
"Alright!" Cheng Cai replied mercilessly.
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