"Have you heard?"
"Heard what?"
"The T division sniper training team has become a physical training team.”
"Hmm?"
"It's true. The standard of physical training is even more harsh than the physical training of the class monitor.”
"Huo, this is too ruthless."
"Sigh, it's so tragic that I can't even look at it.”
The advance class monitor training was also known as the backbone training.
What was backbone training?
The soldiers privately thought that the core training was training to break the bones.
It could be seen how cruel the class monitor training was.
Now, there was a sniper training that was even more ruthless than the class monitor training.
They were all ruthless!
In the cafeteria of the T division training camp.
There was braised pork for lunch today.
The large piece of meat emitted a rich fragrance.
Gan Xiaoning wanted to cry but had no tears. She tried to pick up the chopsticks a few times, but she couldn't.
During the morning physical training, Devil Talent said that snipers needed good upper body strength to control the stability of their firearms.
Therefore, with a single word from the demon, the 80 members of the training team spent the entire morning practicing the Horse Stance and Brick Pushing.
Horse Stance Pushing Brick, tsk tsk, just from the name, one could tell that it was related to bricks.
During the practice of pushing bricks, the soldiers held a magnetic brick in each of their hands. In the horse stance, they pushed the brick with all their strength according to the commander's instructions, and then pulled the brick back with all their strength.
He could only f * cking endure it.
The key was that every time Devil Talent gave the push command, he would not give the recall command.
In the end, everyone could only hold the brick with their arms outstretched.
Now, everyone's arms were swollen as if they had been stung by hornets.
Pa!
Gan Xiaoning dropped her chopsticks.
Do you think Gan Xiaoning can bend down and pick it up?
No!
That was because the Devil Talent had been playing the game of charging the slope the day before yesterday. Yes, charging the slope, which the army hated deeply, had been viewed as a game by the Devil Talent.
The rule of Devil Talent was that every time they broke through, they would catch the last three and try again.
Unfortunately, 79 out of the 80 players were experts in breaking through the mountain.
Gan Xiaoning was caught and counted down 10 times.
10 times.
How heartless!
Hence, his two legs were gloriously crippled.
"I want to eat!"
Gan Xiaoning's eyes were wide open with anger, her round face looking thin.
The second lieutenant at the same table picked up the chopsticks for him with trembling hands.
"Here you go!"
Pa!
The chopsticks fell again, and Gan Xiaoning couldn't hold them.
At the same time, in the canteen, the sound of chopsticks falling was endless.
Seeing that the red braised pork was about to turn cold, Gan Xiaoning rolled her eyes.
Otherwise, people were forced out.
He placed his round face on the plate, opened his mouth, and sucked, chewing, and sucking.
Disgusting!
Filthy!
Ridiculous!
Many of the training team members frowned.
They were all Chinese soldiers, so they paid attention to their mental state. What was the point of having a face full of rice?
Moreover, the slurping sounds made others lose their appetite!
However, he watched Gan Xiaoning eat the meat.
It felt so good!
It should be great!
In the canteen, some soldiers who were as confused as Gan Xiaoning chose to learn.
The will of the soldiers who continued to hold on gradually wavered.
Sigh, sometimes, image was nothing.
That's right, image was sometimes worthless.
It was only 15 minutes to eat, and everyone was a field soldier. What was there to pretend?
All the members of the training camp had fallen, except for the only second lieutenant.
His gaze was firm. He was a second lieutenant. After three years of training in the Lu Academy, he would grow into a high-ranking commander of the Huaxia army sooner or later. How could he disregard military discipline like a soldier? Therefore, he revealed a reserved and noble smile of an officer and buried his face deeply in his plate.
Tsk, how fragrant!
It was already enough for a future high-level commander to last five seconds longer than an ordinary soldier.
After eating, they rested for a short while.
The class began.
Sniper theory learning.
" The Kentucky-based wind repair is a technique commonly used by snipers without a professional ballista. It allows them to quickly calculate the target's distance and adjust the scale on the scope appropriately to complete the sniping.”
"In addition, everyone needs to understand the compensation for the bullet's fall and the relationship between the scope's specifications and the target's distance. Therefore, it was compensated according to the difference in the number of secret points in the scope.”
"Remember this formula. An excellent sniper needed to have the ability to quickly judge the battlefield even without an observer.”
Cheng Cai wrote down the formula on the blackboard.
The big blackboard was filled with formulas.
The less cultured members of the training team scratched their ears and cheeks. They were confused by all kinds of complicated terms and terminologies.
Shouldn't a sniper just have to shoot accurately?
What was this?
Calculating, calculating.
If she had done well in her studies, she would have been admitted to university long ago.
His head was full of messy numbers.
Of course, no one dared to complain publicly.
Public complaints?
Sigh, I'm afraid he doesn't think his physical fitness is tough enough.
The devil's methods of becoming a genius were terrifying.
If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to learn the ultimate sniping technique, someone would have beaten him up long ago.
I heard that even Wu Meng isn't his match?
Let's attack together. I don't believe the demons can fight ten of us alone.
13:00 PM
Outside the teaching camp.
In front of a 300-meter steep slope at 70 degrees.
Cheng Cai was all smiles.
"Is everyone looking forward to it?"
"I'm looking forward to it!"
He answered weakly.
"Does everyone want it?"
"I want it!"
A group of men who were forced to "take" her.
"Same old rules. Capture the last three every time and charge the slope ten times. Every time, there will be an interval of two minutes.”
"Kill them!"
The 80 elite team members rushed down the slope under Cheng Cheng's lead.
Chengcai always maintained his leading position.
His training volume was much higher than that of a normal team member.
His lungs were burning.
Cheng Cai's gaze was firm.
True men were meant to break limits.
There is still a gap between my current training volume and Old A's, but this gap can be quickly closed.
Just as Cheng Cai led his team members to " happily " charge up the slope, the director of the T division's training department came to the teaching camp angrily.
Wasn't this nonsense?
Sniper training turned into physical training!
Nonsense!
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