Lying solemnly on the shooting ground, wearing a ghillie suit, he seemed to be integrated into the earth.

The 85 sniper was always in his hand, and the cartridge case on the barrel remained motionless.

In the starting area behind the ground line, several soldiers of the sniper team were sitting and talking in a low voice.

"Do you think our deputy company commander fell asleep?"

"Nonsense, if you fall asleep, the shell will definitely fall off."

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In fact, it is no wonder that some people have this illusion.

Because from the one lying down, the solemnity is like an old monk entering meditation, and even looking from the side, he can't even feel the breath of life.

As the referee, the second platoon leader quietly walked around Majestic several times and peeked into his eyes.

In the end, he was surprised to find that the solemn eyes were open, staring at the mirror all the time.

Now, on the entire shooting ground, except for the fainted sniper Wen Geng, who was carried away, the other soldiers had already declared defeat.

The shortest was just over an hour, and the longest was no more than two hours.

The only one who is still lying on the shooting ground and competing with Majestic is Niu Shilin, who has the best marksmanship among the real-name sniper seedlings and has the strongest overall quality.

Niu Shilin felt an unusual feeling all over his body.

His back was dry from the sun, and the camouflage uniform was hard. Although the **** ghillie suit blocked the scorching sun, it made his body even hotter.

The sweat on his back came out and dried again, and the camouflage clothes on his abdomen and chest were already soaked because they had been on the ground for a long time.

He gently fanned his eyelids, tears streaming down his face.

This is not because it is too uncomfortable to cry, but because the sweat has made the eyes red, and the lacrimal glands are stimulated by the sweat, causing the tears to flow all the time.

The skin on the wrist is itchy, and I don't know if bugs are crawling.

This ghost place is full of weeds and bugs to death.

Right now, there is a group of small bugs circling on his auspicious suit, and as soon as this thing hits his body, if he finds any exposed skin, he will smack it.

It doesn't look as big as sesame seeds, and it hurts to bite.

It's getting more and more itchy...

It's getting more and more itchy...

There were several small bugs on the face, one even on the eyelashes.

Dog day bug!

He cursed secretly, but there was nothing he could do.

In normal times, a slap can kill this thing.

Now he doesn't dare to move.

This afternoon, he has tried his best.

As a non-commissioned officer veteran, he not only fought for his own honor, but also to prove solemnly that even in the past, the soldiers of the 4th Division's reconnaissance company were not cowards.

He blinked his eyelids gently, trying to drive away the little bug.

Unexpectedly, the accident happened. The insect did not fly away, but was caught by the eyelid, and then stood on the wet eyeball.

Moreover, it was still struggling, and there was an unbearable astringency and tingling on the eyeball.

Tears flowed even harder.

The sun is a little bit westward.

Although I don't know what time it is now, it must not be short.

Niu Shilin felt as if he had survived for centuries, just like the poor monkey who was pinned under the Wuzhi Mountain in Journey to the West.

He understands that now is a battle of endurance.

When I encountered this kind of problem myself, Deputy Company Commander Zhuang, who was lying nearby, also encountered the same problem.

Niu Shilin doesn't believe that Zhuang Yan is really hard. He can do it, and he can do it himself. They are all human, with four arms, one head and two legs. Why can't he be better than him?

What's more, I can't do anything better than marksmanship.

Just lying on the ground motionless, like a turtle, and effortless, who wouldn't?

It's just a matter of patience and patience.

Before lying down, Niu Shilin thought so, he vowed that he would not be blown by the wind like this morning, because he blinked his eyes hard and the bullet casing fell.

He decided to hold on to the end no matter what.

The whole process is absolutely hell-like torment.

Although it doesn't have the heart-piercing hardships of physical training, it has the kind of torture that slowly flows like a gurgling water and fills people up.

If the special obstacles in physical training are compared to the tragic death of dozens of pieces being shot on the ancient battlefield, then this kind of endurance training is like using a dull knife to gently and slowly cut the flesh on your body. One piece after another, although the intensity of the pain is not as intense as the heart of a thousand arrows, it is like a thousand stabs, making it feel better than a single slash.

As the temperature gradually dropped, the light also dimmed.

The swarms of insects flying in the air began to become more excited and more numerous, and they flew down like bombers, not only testing around their faces.

Another worm entered Niu Shilin's eye.

This time, he finally couldn't bear it any longer, and when he blinked, he used some strength, but the bullet on the barrel slanted and fell to the ground.

He got up, rubbed his eyes constantly, then took out the water bottle, poured it directly on his face, poured it into his eyes, and washed away the corpse of the bug.

"I lost!"

This time, he was convinced that he lost.

The second platoon leader announced, "Three hours, fifteen minutes, and twenty-six seconds."

After speaking, he turned around and walked to Zhuang Yan's side.

"Deputy company commander, you won."

He smiled solemnly, took away the cartridge case, and put away the gun.

Everyone saw that the face covered with camouflage paint showed white teeth.

"How is it? Have you taken it?"

Those soldiers answered loudly: "I've taken it! I've been taken to the ground! The deputy company commander is awesome!"

Niu Shilin came over and said to Zhuang Yan, "Deputy company commander, why do you seem to be fine?"

"What can I do?" asked solemnly.

Niu Shilin said, "Did no bugs fly into your eyes?"

He said solemnly, "Let's gather first~lightnovelpub.net~ I'll tell you some details later."

The second row leader blew the whistle and gathered everyone, except for Yang Ouou, who was sent to the sanitation officer.

The soldiers of the other companies of the reconnaissance battalion were standing far away and did not leave.

Everyone wants to hear what "details" Zhuang Yan said. This deputy company commander is amazing. He is really an extremely powerful guy. Everyone wants to learn something from him, even if it is a little bit of fur, maybe In the future, you can also practice on your own, even if you don't succeed, you can go back to bragging after retiring from the army in the future.

"Niu Shilin just asked me why I wasn't harassed by bugs." His solemn eyes swept over everyone in the team: "Actually, it doesn't matter, I am also affected by bugs, but one thing is that I suffer less than Niu Shilin, find me There are not many bugs, what is the reason?"

Everyone craned their necks, waiting to know the answer.

"The secret is here." Zhuang Yan stretched out his hand, lightly touched the skin on his face, and then pointed his palm at everyone.

Everyone saw that the solemn palm was stained with something black.

"Painting?"

Everyone has doubts in their hearts.

However, just now everyone painted them with paint.

Niu Shilin also painted it.

But why did Niu Shilin have a problem? Is the deputy company commander solemn?

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