In fact, scratching the tongue is actually somewhat embarrassing in training.

At least Solemn thought so.

The reason is very simple. Obviously it's training! Even the tongue itself knows it's training.

The most important problem is that the tongue is not afraid of you!

He knows that you are actually his own, and he also knows that he is just an ordinary soldier, and he will not suffer the torture of special forces members like Zhuang Yan during the anti-interrogation training.

In that case, why am I afraid of you?

How to scratch your tongue on the battlefield?

That's all ruthless, as long as you don't kill your tongue, you can do anything.

It's different here. You fall from the back holding your legs, and you are afraid that you will knock out a few teeth if you are caught off guard.

Lock your throat, you can't **** knock someone out, or twist someone's neck.

What kind of dagger stabs the kidneys, and what kind of covers the mouth and wipes the neck, that is a fantasy, don't even think about you.

The strength of the attack can't even be heavier than when he and Xu Xingguo were torn on the prison ground, otherwise it would hurt people.

Therefore, in fact, the simulated whistle-touching training is more difficult than the actual battlefield whistle-touching.

The difficulty is not on the same level at all.

In general training, many people choose to spend a little more time to conceal the reconnaissance, and do not want to do anything to scratch the tongue.

When I caught a hot potato, I didn’t know what to do with it. Not to mention that one of the sentinels was missing. If I couldn’t get the information out of the sentry’s mouth during the change of sentry time, it would be counterproductive, and it would be easier to alert the guard troops stationed in the target.

But now there is no choice.

"Okay, let's go together." Yan Ming said, "Don't let him make a sound, and don't hurt others."

The solemn joy, half-jokingly said: "Master, don't worry, we are like ancestors to bring him back."

Yan Ming couldn't help but smile and wave his hand, "Go ahead."

Zhuang Yan, Su Huikai, and Serenity really walked along the ridge towards the position of the sentinel.

Yan Ming waited on the spot for a while, and saw the bushes moving not far away. After a while, he saw Zhuang Yan, Serenity and Su Hui carrying a sentinel back like three pigs.

"It's settled!"

Su Hui Kai laughed, like she didn't feel the whistle, like she was throwing fish in someone else's pond.

"Find a safe place." Yan Ming waved his hand and led the three back.

After withdrawing more than a hundred meters and returning to the other side of the ridge, I found a place without so many bushes and placed the sentry on the ground.

Yan Ming stepped forward to take a look and smiled.

The Sentinel's armed belt was untied and used to bind his hands.

Zhuang Yan covered his mouth with a camouflage scarf, and Su Huikai tightly hugged his legs.

It is estimated that after he fell down, one person plugged his mouth, one person held his leg, and the other was responsible for taking off the belt and tying the person.

The sentry was confused and frightened.

However, seeing that the people in front of them were also soldiers, he breathed a sigh of relief and struggled a few times to express his protest.

Looking around solemnly, the distance from the target here is also very far, and on the other side of the mountain, even if it is called, there is no big problem.

So he reached out to the sentinel and pulled out the camouflage scarf from his mouth.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this was pulled apart, the sentinel lay on the ground and retched.

"vomit--"

"vomit--"

Zhuang Yan frowned, watching the sentinel retching exaggeratedly for a while, carefully placing the camouflage square under his nostrils and smelling it.

"Come on, stop pretending, does it smell so bad?"

Su Huikai interjected, "Does your stuff smell bad? It's a habit. Last time you said your stinky socks smelled fine, I almost fainted."

Zhuang Yan smiled embarrassedly, tied the scarf back around his neck, and said to the sentry on the ground, "Brother, which unit do you belong to?"

The sentry opened his mouth subconsciously, but in the end said nothing, and closed his mouth again.

"Hey!" Su Hui said with a wicked smile, "You're quite vigilant!"

The sentry said, "Are you taking me for a fool? We have been notified that we will cooperate with you in training."

As he spoke, he looked at the few people in front of him.

He asked again: "I said buddies, are you really from the special forces?"

Solemnly said: "Can it still be fake? Is there any impersonation in the special forces?"

The sentinel said disdainfully: "Cut! There are fewer fake soldiers? When we were conducting inspections, we didn't know how many fake soldiers we caught."

The solemn heart moved.

So he quietly gave Yan Ming a wink.

Yan Ming understood and nodded slightly.

Zhuang Yan continued along the line: "Yo! You are from the guard company? Stop blowing it! Just your small body? Do you think I've never been in the field army? The guards even want people who are tall, big and big. Handsome, you? Hehe..."

The last two "hehe" were full of contempt.

This time it annoyed the Sentinel.

Originally, knowing that it was all training, and knowing that Zhuang Yan and the others couldn't do anything to themselves, the sentinel was really not afraid.

Anyway, before coming here, the company commander also said that those special forces may feel the whistle, and even if they are caught, they cannot reveal their troop numbers and names, which are all the information they are looking for.

But the solemn contempt completely stung his self-esteem.

The sentinel said angrily, "I'm 1.78 meters tall, and I am tall in our police detective company!"

Police detective?

Smile solemnly, revealing the stuffing, right?

"This is the warehouse in Dashangou. You police detectives have even come to guard the warehouse? No one will believe it, right?" Zhuang Yan continued to disdain: "Come on, don't blow it, tell me honestly, what kind of logistics unit is it? Don't go there. You have gold on your face, you are still a police detective, and I am a Mars special team."

The solemn words completely blow the sentry.

He couldn't take it any longer.

After all, he is a soldier of the police and investigation company, and he is said to be the logistics guard of the warehouse!

For a soldier in a combat unit, it is absolutely unacceptable!

In fact, he didn't even know that he was being led by Zhuang Yan's nose at all, and every word that came out of Zhuang Yan's mouth had deep meaning.

"You fart! I'm the police detective company!"

He was angry.

"If it wasn't for training with you bastards, and I wouldn't have pulled our platoon from City I last night, and we had walked more than 50 kilometers of mountain roads last night, I'm not one of those bad soldiers guarding the warehouse here. We are the police and investigation company! We are the old Red Army troops!"

He cursed angrily, but solemnly looked at him with a smile, not angry at all.

After all, they are still ordinary soldiers who have not received anti-interrogation training.

Every sentence may be channeled, then analyzed and extracted for intelligence.

Now, the entire troop deployment seems to have been wiped out by this irascible sentinel.

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I just saw a book friend ask ~lightnovelpub.net~ What if I catch a real tongue on the battlefield?

In fact, scratching the tongue on the battlefield doesn't want to be as gorgeous and beautiful as in the movie. In the past, the reconnaissance brigade's tongue scratching during the round battle was just like what I said in my book, ambushing or lurking in the past, and if the target is directly pressed down, cover your mouth. Mouth, hugging the legs, tying them up and walking away, then finding a safe place to tie them up, and leading them back like a bull.

What if there are many people on the other side?

Simple, isn't there a submachine gun? Kill those who take weapons, or kill those who resist, and take away those who surrender...

Remember that special operations and infiltration operations are always a process of quick fights and quick withdrawals. Don't fight, you have no three heads and six arms, and you can't get rid of the formation of infantry. Surrounding you is a dead end.

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