Make You A Volunteer! You Became A General

After enduring a month of training and assessment, the remaining 100 people sat on the ground and rested.

Just finished a training period, everyone's face is very tired.

Looking at the figure sitting there smoking not far away, everyone was very envious.

I really want to smoke. They have been here for training for a month, and they have not smoked for a month. Regarding this rule, the instructor said that as a qualified sniper, he must be able to withstand the test of cigarettes.

To achieve complete control of your body by your consciousness, rather than letting your body control your consciousness.

To put it simply, it is your consciousness that decides when to smoke, not your body.

Although these words sound profound and reasonable, I still feel envious when I see the instructor smoking freely.

If you smoke, just smoke, and the one who smokes is still Huazi. I really don’t know what the instructor’s family is.

At this time, Wu Sanpao came over and whispered a few words in Li Ran's ear.

After hearing this, Li Ran put out the cigarette butt in his hand and walked towards the resting people.

Seeing Li Ran coming over, everyone became nervous involuntarily. They were really afraid of being trained by Li Ran this month.

No matter which regiment they come from, no matter what their military rank, they have all been trained to be obedient in this month.

At the same time, I also understood why when they first came, the people of the fifth regiment obeyed a superior soldier unconditionally and did not complain no matter how they were tortured.

Now, no matter what method the instructor uses to torture them, they will admit it.

There is a saying that goes well, since you can't resist, you might as well enjoy it.

Li Ran came to the crowd, glanced at everyone, and said slowly: "There is an actual combat mission that requires a sniper. Which of you wants to go?" 1

"Practical mission?"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes instantly widened.

Why did you train so hard for so long? It was just the day when you went into battle to kill the enemy.

After this month of training, each of them is very confident in their own strength and has long wanted to test the results they have learned.

You know, actual combat tasks and other tasks are opportunities to make meritorious deeds.

As long as you are a sniper, the opportunity is rare and you must take the initiative to seize it.

"Instructor, I'll go."

"I'll go, I'll go."

"Instructor, let me go. You know my strength and I will never embarrass you.

"With your three-legged cat skills, you still have the nerve to show off your humiliation and let me take over. I guarantee you will finish Ren Luo with one shot.

"Who doesn't know how to brag? If bragging is useful, I can brag better than you."

Everyone was in high spirits and had a very positive attitude. They all wanted to participate in actual combat and win the only sniper spot.

The scene was like a vegetable market for a while.

"There is only one spot, and you all want to go, so who should I give it to?" Li Ran pretended to be very embarrassed.

"Brothers, I know this opportunity is rare, but I hope that brothers can carry forward Kong Rong's spirit. As a second-term veteran sergeant, I am an old guy. It is difficult to continue on. I love In this land, I love the glorious profession of being a soldier. I hope that brothers can give me such an opportunity and give me this only spot.

At this time, a second-term sergeant made a touching speech, hoping to impress everyone with his true feelings.

The reason is simple. He wants to lift the gan, and he already has a third-class gong. If he establishes another one, he can lift the gan.

But who doesn’t want third-class merit? There are no brothers in front of opportunities. The army always speaks with strength and does not play the emotional card.

"Do you want to show off? I'm a third-term non-commissioned officer and I haven't said such a thing yet. Why are you, a second-term non-commissioned officer, joining in the fun?" A third-term non-commissioned officer said dissatisfied. After speaking, he just wanted to use the rhetoric of the second-term non-commissioned officer, but He was mercilessly interrupted by a second lieutenant.

"Okay, don't argue anymore. I think both of you have been carried away by the so-called meritorious service. Indeed, there are opportunities to make meritorious service in actual combat, but actual combat is very dangerous. Do you know? I am a An officer, in the face of danger, has the responsibility and obligation to be the first to step forward and lead the charge, so let me go this time." The second lieutenant said with a righteous look.

Starting from the analysis of the dangers of actual combat, and starting from the responsibilities of officers, it can be said that the emotions are in place.

"Comrade Second Lieutenant, you can do it. Guangzong Yaozu, you didn't mention a word about it. Actual combat is dangerous and bloody. If unfortunately I can't come back, I will become a martyr. Just with these four words, Guangzong Yaozu, I will bleed and shed tears." Don’t be afraid.”

If you become a martyr in the army, you will have a high chance of receiving first-class merit.

What's wrong with becoming a martyr? No one has many brothers and sisters in the family these days.

Who can refuse the plaque of a first-class engineering home hanging on the door beam of their house? Who can refuse the four words "Guangzong Yaozu"?

As a result, the scene fell into chaos again.

"Don't argue. Since everyone wants to go, for the sake of fairness, let's draw lots." Li Ran decided directly.

This method won everyone's approval.

The lot is fair, and whoever gets to go depends on his luck.

As a result, a lot-drawing activity for hundreds of people began, and the person with the words in the song was lucky enough to get the opportunity to perform actual combat tasks.

"Alas, I didn't win."

"Unlucky, no words."

"Who drew the word? Who drew the word?"

"I didn't draw, who did?"

The probability of winning one out of a hundred people is one percent, which can be said to be very low.

"There is a word, there is a word, I won it."

Suddenly, a person shouted happily like a fool.

Hearing the sound, other people looked at him with envy, and saw that Wu Yong was as happy as a fool, grinning wildly.

The only chance to go was taken by him.

Although everyone was disappointed when they saw this, there was nothing they could do about it. Drawing lots was a very fair and open event. If you failed to draw, you could only blame your own bad luck. There was nothing to say.

"Wu Yong."

"arrive."

"Then I'll leave this actual combat opportunity to you. I'll give you ten minutes to prepare and write a suicide note for your family." Li Ran said seriously.

"yes!"

Hearing the words "suicide note", the originally cheerful atmosphere became a little heavy.

"Brother, return triumphantly."

"Be careful, brothers don't want to attend your memorial service."

"Although martyrs are glorious, it is better to live, so be careful."

After spending a month together, even though they were from different combat groups, the barriers between them all disappeared, and they all became comrades-in-arms and brothers.

At this moment, everyone was very concerned about Wu Yong. They envied Wu Yong for getting this opportunity, but they did not want Wu Yong to be in any danger while performing his mission.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." Wu Yong nodded seriously.

Wu Yong cherishes the ten minutes of preparation time.

After quickly getting fully armed, he began to write a suicide note. Maybe this was his last message to his family, so he wrote a lot.

At the end of writing, Wu Yong himself felt very sad, because he is the only son in the family, but as a soldier, he must be prepared to sacrifice for the country and the people at any time.

Finally, under the gaze of everyone, Hao Yong got on a troop carrier and left here for the mission execution site with firm eyes.

Others waved goodbye to Wu Yong.

At this time, Wu Yong looked very tragic and solemn, like the wind rustling and the water cold, like a strong man gone and never coming back.

Seeing this, Wu Sanpao next to Li Ran couldn't help but said: "Does this task require him to leave a suicide note? He was nervous even though he wasn't nervous at first."

"Squad deputy, you don't understand. No matter how big or small the task is, whether it is dangerous or not, there must be a sense of ceremony and leave a suicide note." Li Ran said.

Hearing this, Wu Sanpao was speechless for a moment.

after an hour.

Wu Yong arrived at the mission execution site and learned the content of the mission, which made him stunned.

In the house of a herdsman on the Tibetan plateau, a yak went crazy and lost control. He needed his cooperation to help kill it.

"Comrade Field Army, I know your training time is tight. I'm sorry that you come all the way to lie down." 870 In front of Wu Yong, a beautiful Tibetan girl said.

If Li Ran were here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this Tibetan girl is none other than Dolma, whom he has not seen for a while.

"Comrade, this is what I should do, don't be polite." Wu Yong said with a smile.

Although the instructor deceived him once again, making him mistakenly believe that the mission was dangerous and a rare opportunity, and even asked him to leave a suicide note.

But at least helping such a beautiful Tibetan girl was a great comfort to him for a while.

It would be great to take the opportunity to show off one's majesty in front of such a beautiful Tibetan girl.

Under the leadership of Zhuoma, Wu Yong tracked down the crazy yak. ​​The adult yak weighed thousands of kilograms, and its huge body was very impactful. In addition, it was in a crazy state at this time. Wu Yong could not bear to watch it. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

If he were hit by this big guy, he would probably be crippled even if he died.

"Comrade Field Army, be careful." Zhuoma reminded kindly.

"Don't worry, watch me kill you with one shot."

Wu Yong found a sniper position and aimed at the yak's head. Apparently, the yak also sensed the threat at this time and spotted Wu Yong and Dolma rushing towards them in the distance.

Wu Yong calmly pulled the trigger, and a gunshot rang out.

thumping!

The yak fell to the ground. Such a big guy was still a little vulnerable to bullets. Fortunately, the hit was on the head. If it had been hit on the body, he probably wouldn't have been killed by one shot.

Although he was very confident in his marksmanship, Wu Yong took two more shots just to be on the safe side to ensure that the yak would not die again.

After successfully killing the yak, the two came to the yak carcass.

"Comrade from the field army, can you help me move this yak back?" Zhuoma asked.

Wu Yong, who was about to show off his authority, was dumbfounded.

Ask him to carry back a yak weighing thousands of kilograms?

Girl, are you sure you're not joking?

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