The wind in the mountains was a little cold at night, the temperature dropped to 13 degrees, there were no stars tonight, and the clouds covered the sky.

The weather forecast says it will rain tonight.

The chief instructor, Old Baimao, was dressed in camouflage and sat on the side of the road with a military pony.

Here is the meeting point for tonight.

According to the requirements, before 12:00, all the teams participating in the selection training must return here to gather, and submit the information detected in their respective tasks to the instructors.

Auditing is rigorous.

The reconnaissance mission follows the established regulations, and the data on each data card will be checked with the original data.

Points will be deducted if there are errors.

Deduction of points to a certain extent is dangerous for the players.

The 5-day field training not only tested the individual qualities of the team members, but also their ability to cooperate - this point, the old white hair went to the headquarters to hold a meeting before he came to the reserve team as the chief instructor.

The head of the meeting said that this is the first time to have military exchanges with country T. We must show a good image of our army, and we must send the best young officers and soldiers to learn advanced foreign special warfare concepts.

These people who go are all fire seeds.

For special operations, T country attaches great importance to the cooperation of soldiers.

In particular, the cooperation between the members of the squad is particularly important in a high-risk special operations mission.

Actual combat is not a movie. There are not so many lonely heroes. The myth of Stallone can only exist in movies. In reality, Stallone's grave is already three feet tall.

Looking at the watch, the time has reached 10:05 in the evening.

Old Baimao took the military can from the portable kerosene stove in front of him, and slowly scooped out the braised chicken wings with a spoon and put it into his mouth.

The oily and fragrant chicken wings are extremely soft, and the soup is just right, at least very suitable for the taste of the old white hair.

Slowly enjoying the chicken wings with soft bones, one bite at a time, the old white hair felt extremely satisfied.

The canned food produced by this kind of regular military industrial enterprises is still much more conscientious than the canned food on the market.

"Why did you eat canned food?"

Instructor No. 1 walked over to Old Baimao and sat down on the side of the road cross-legged.

When he opened the self-heating food in his hand, he used a fork to fork a little bit of noodles into his mouth.

"Would you like to try this?"

He brought the self-heating food bag to the old white hair.

Old Baimao said: "Yes, it's not a last resort. I don't want to eat that stuff. Some time ago, I squatted in the Gobi for more than ten days. Every day this stuff makes me want to vomit."

Instructor No. 1 smiled, did not speak any more, and took care of himself.

"It seems that the time is a bit slower than I expected." The old white hair suddenly looked at the distance of the road with emotion.

It was dark there, and several military vehicles for security were quietly parked on the side of the road.

He looked at his watch again.

"It's half past ten, and no team has come back yet."

"Eighty kilometers a day, there is still a reconnaissance mission. It's not that fast, and it's not a simple long-distance raid." Instructor No. 1 buried his head in eating: "Recently, it seems that the above means that there is a shortage of manpower, and a 3rd team is to be established."

"Team 3?" Old Baimao was stunned for a moment, and then he started eating chicken wings again: "The manpower is insufficient, it's better to establish it, and more fresh blood. In fact, if it wasn't for the captain who insisted on me coming, I wouldn't come..."

Instructor No. 1 suddenly stopped, looked at the old white hair, and frowned.

"I said, why did the whole army send us to the training camp? Why didn't they send the 1st team? Every time we came with the 2nd team? We are not trainers."

Old Bai Mao was still nibbling on the chicken wings with relish, and said without raising his head: "Okay, don't complain, the 1st team is busier than us, isn't it?"

"busy……"

Instructor No. 1 hesitated.

"Let's eat, I don't know when it will be finished later, eat something to cushion it."

Just as he was talking, a voice suddenly came from a distance.

"Someone came back?"

Instructor No. 1 quickly finished pulling the rice from the hot bag and stood up.

"I'll go take a look."

"Okay, the first team to arrive, check their data registration card, check the original information, see if they can match, and register if they can match, and give a high score."

"Okay." Instructor No. 1 responded, wiping oil from the corners of his mouth, and ran towards the finish line.

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At 10:50 in the night, the surrounding darkness is like ink.

Night vision goggles cannot be left on for long periods of time as the battery's effectiveness only lasts 4-5 hours.

So Zhuang Yan put the tactical flashlight directly on the helmet with a camouflage scarf, so that it was equivalent to a small miner's lamp, which could illuminate the road for hundreds of meters ahead.

The taste of running for 50 kilometers in a row is not something that ordinary people can experience. In addition, the first section is a mountain road, and people almost collapse.

Fortunately, after walking more than ten kilometers of mountain roads, the terrain suddenly flattened, and it was all rural dirt roads.

Yan Ming's situation is very bad.

Physically, he is really inferior to these young soldiers who have been in the army for three years.

There was a burning feeling in the knee of the right foot, accompanied by a tingling pain from a strange friction, as if I could feel the bones crunching, and it felt very bad.

"Master, how are you?"

Zhuang Yan, who had been with him all the time, clearly felt the slowdown in Yan Ming's speed.

"Give me your rucksack and I'll carry it for you."

"Go aside!"

Yan Ming was panting heavily, and there was a smell of gunpowder in his breath.

He's not like being seen as a wretch.

They have all arrived in the reserve team, how could they be a waste?

After thinking about it, I felt that my tone was a bit too much, so I lowered it a few times and said, "Solemn, I'm fine, I can maintain my speed."

"It's almost there!" The solemn who ran at the front turned back and shouted: "There is still the last kilometer!"

Although these words were very encouraging, Yan Ming suddenly stopped on the side of the road.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Yan had to stop.

Yan Ming didn't speak, he bent down and supported his knees.

Looking down solemnly, Yan Ming's right leg was shaking slightly under the white light.

He realized that his master might have relapsed from an old injury.

"Come on, give me the backpack."

Without saying a word, Zhuang Yan went up and took off Yan Ming's rucksack.

Yan Ming suddenly pushed Zhuang Yan away: "I'm fine!"

I ran nearly 80 kilometers today, and I haven't slept for 24 hours since last night.

Although they are all special forces, they are also human.

Everyone has reached the limit of physical energy consumption.

Along with the huge consumption of physical strength, the individual's temper naturally becomes irritable.

Zhuang Yan couldn't bear it anymore, Yan Ming's refusal made him annoyed.

"Master, this is not the time to save face, let's be in a group! A group has to help each other, otherwise why group? There is no division between officers and soldiers, and you don't have to carry your own officer's shelf and let it go! No one will laugh you!"

The straightforward words~lightnovelpub.net~ directly hit Yan Ming's heart.

In the final analysis, I just can't let go of the officer's face.

A dignified captain, he actually had to be taken care of by a senior soldier, and asked a senior soldier to carry a backpack for himself. I feel like a loss!

Zhuang Yan went up and grabbed Yan Ming's backpack, Yan Ming pushed Zhuang Yan away, and Zhuang Yan, who was already tired, stumbled, and sat down in the grass next to him.

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Update early today, the author's birthday tonight, my wife (a certain student in the book) wants to celebrate for me, congratulations on me being one year older and ugly, she is a little more at ease, it is worth celebrating...

In other words, I shouldn't have taken that girls' class back then...

retribution...

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