Special Years

"Chief Instructor, do you have anything to do with me?" Zhuang Yan knocked on the door of the old white hair and asked from the door.

"come over."

The old white hair waved to him.

Zhuang Yan walked to the front and stood at attention: "Chief instructor, what instructions do you have?"

"No instructions." The old white hair said, "You sit first, I have something to ask you."

Zhuang Yan had to sit down at the dilapidated small desk.

According to the management, the old white hair brought him a cup of tea.

Seeing that the chief instructor was so polite to him, his solemn heart immediately swayed.

He took the cup, put it to his mouth, and suddenly put it down again. The old white hair said, "Don't worry, there is no poison in the tea."

"I know it's not poisonous, but there must be something wrong." Zhuang Yan said with a smile: "Chief instructor, you'd better say it directly."

The old white hair took out the document from the drawer and put it on the table.

"I have a mission in hand and I need a partner. In the entire team, your sniper skills are the best and the most suitable candidate."

His solemn gaze fell on the kraft paper bag.

In an instant, he felt all the pores open, the cold hair stood up, and his hands and feet were a little cold because of the tension.

"Actual combat?!"

He seemed to have guessed something.

The old white hair nodded, as a default.

"This mission is not an order, you are just the best choice, but not the only choice, you can refuse, I will find someone else, but"

He put his hand on the portfolio and patted it lightly.

"If you choose to open this file and read the information inside, then you have no other choice."

He solemnly licked his dry lips.

What else to consider!

This thought flashed through my mind.

He stretched out his hand suddenly and slapped it on the portfolio, like a cat catching a mouse, for fear that it might slip away.

"Don't worry." The old white hair said again: "Before opening, I must be obliged to remind you. You can never mention this task to anyone, including your close relatives. Confidentiality rules, understand?"

Zhuang Yan said: "Of course I understand! Keep secrets strictly, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't ask what you don't dare to ask."

The old white horse pulled back his hand with a smile: "Well, I didn't read you wrong, it's a good piece of material."

The solemn can't wait.

You must know that as a serious member of the Army Special Forces, there are many simulation exercises. In order to get close to the actual combat effect, he shoots living things, hits watermelons, and even goes to see the execution of death row prisoners...

But any of these trainings are nothing compared to an actual combat.

Now that I have this opportunity, how can I let it go?

Picked up the portfolio, solemnly pulled out the information, and read it carefully.

The more you look, the more round your eyes become.

When he put down the portfolio, Zhuang Yan felt that his heart was beating a lot faster than usual.

"When to set off?"

Old Baimao glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "Four in the morning."

It is already ten thirty in the evening, which means that there are more than five hours to prepare.

"What do I need to bring?" asked solemnly.

"No need." The old white-haired man said, "Someone will send all your personal weapons to the airport. You can pick them up at the airport. You don't need to pick them up yourself."

Said solemnly: "The course here..."

"You don't need to worry about the course, I'm the chief instructor." Old Baimao said, "You are with me, and that's the best training. This mission is more effective than any training here."

Nodding solemnly, he asked again, "What do you say when your teammates asked?"

The old white-haired man said: "Just say you are good at shooting, and just happened to study all the experimental new guns for interviews, and send some people to the experimental shooting range to help with live ammunition shooting, and that little test data. If you ask again, it is confidential. Mission, don't say anything. Your file will also have a letter of credit for assisting the logistics department in completing firearm research. If the mission is completed, you will make a contribution. The reason for the credit is very simple. made an important contribution.”

The solemn smile narrowed his eyes.

"Sounds like a very high reason."

The old white hair said, "Go back now, pack your backpack, and I'll let you know when you leave. At four o'clock, the car will come to pick us up. Be gentle, don't wake up your comrades."

"clear!"

He stood up solemnly, stood at attention with a snap, and gave a military salute.

Old Baimao frowned and said: "What you lack most is experience. Remember, there is only one actual battle between recruits and veterans. Stabilize your mentality and emotions, follow me, and listen to my command."

"Guaranteed to obey orders! Chief Instructor!" Zhuang Yan replied loudly.

Going downstairs with excitement, Zhuang Yan began to pack his things.

The lights-out signal has been blown, and the row room is pitch black.

Although Zhuang Yan was already cautious, he still alerted Su Huikai on the opposite side.

"Zhengyan, what are you doing?"

Zhuang Yan lowered his voice: "Don't be noisy, I'll pack my things and go somewhere."

Su Huikai really asked, "Where are you going?"

"Good thing!" Zhuang Yan began to talk nonsense: "The chief instructor said that I am good at shooting, and they received a mission from the headquarters to go to the institute to school guns and take me there."

After Su Hui listened to it, she couldn't fall asleep. She got up, sat on the bed and looked at the solemn: "Damn, my shooting skills are also very good! Why don't you bring me!?"

Zhuang Yan snorted and said, "Come on, don't mess around, I don't know how much you shoot, how much you shoot, let's say something modestly, can you beat me?"

"Have the ability to enter the ring." Su Hui thought for a while, but she was really not sure that she would win Zhuang Yan in shooting, so she could only bring out the fight that she was best at.

Zhuang Yan said: "Get out! They want to shoot masters."

Su Huikai wanted to say something more, and waved his hand solemnly and impatiently: "You can sleep at ease, I'll leave at four o'clock, don't disturb other people, you have to train tomorrow."

Su Hui hesitated to speak.

Zhuang Yan packed up his things, stopped hanging the mosquito net, lay directly on the bed, leaned on his rucksack and began to narrow his eyes to save his energy.

Four o'clock.

After lying down for a while solemnly, he opened his eyes and looked at the electronic clock on the wall.

Today, he feels that the time is so long, as if every second is several times longer than usual~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Lying solemnly on his bed, smelling the familiar smell in the air, listening to the snoring of his comrades in arms, he felt in his heart There is a sense of luck.

So many people have chosen themselves.

Not sure if the mission is dangerous or not.

Judging from the data, it was 2 people who dealt with dozens of people. Although it was a typical ambush with a strong backup, in such an inaccessible place, to survive until the support troops arrived, it required extremely good military quality. .

This is a very challenging task.

come on!

Thinking of the danger, Zhuang Yan actually calmed down.

Why have you practiced for so long?

Don't you want to actually go to the battlefield and contribute a little bit of your strength to the peace of the motherland?

Now, the opportunity has finally come.