Special Years

At 3:50, solemnly carrying his rucksack, he walked out of the row room.

Lao Te on the duty post saw him and smiled.

"Where?"

Zhuang Yan also smiled and said, "On a business trip."

"It's on time, not bad." Old Baimao and the other instructors came downstairs, and almost all of them were dressed in the same way.

Seeing that the old white hair and the instructors were all there, the duty post immediately fell silent.

The other six instructors looked solemnly at the pandas in the zoo.

This made Zhuang Yan a little uncomfortable.

But I don't know what to say.

All are waiting in the cold wind.

Ten minutes is so long.

Two bright lights appeared in the distance of the big playground, driving along the cement road, and soon stopped on the road in front of the barracks.

"boarding."

The old white hair is a simple word, and it is an order.

Without any extra words, everyone carried their rucksacks, jumped into the car, and sat down in the dark.

The car didn't even put out the fire, it turned around and left, and drove out of the camp gate.

The suburban highway at four in the morning is sparsely populated.

Occasionally I drove a train across from the car, and the lights came in through the gaps in the tarpaulin of the carriage, passing over everyone's faces, creating a solemn and tense atmosphere.

Majestic has the feeling of returning to the army on the first day of joining the army, sitting on a truck with a camouflage net, heading towards an unknown destination in the dark.

"No."

Someone shouted solemn numbers in the dark.

The slightly hoarse voice is the unique mark of Instructor No. 3.

"Are you nervous?"

"Don't be nervous." Zhuang Yan quickly denied.

He felt he couldn't lose face in front of the veterans.

After all, he is a first-class sniper in the "Red Arrows" brigade, how can he be looked down upon.

"Bullshit, everyone will be nervous for the first time." Instructor No. 3 did not believe the solemn nonsense.

Zhuang Yan said: "I'm really not nervous, just a little excited."

"Don't get too excited." Instructor No. 3 said, "That will make your judgment wrong. It is best to be calm, just like a worker wakes up in the morning and goes to work. Everything is no different from yesterday. What you do is just you. A job that has to be done, maybe just screw the screws into place on the machine, it's that simple. Nothing fancy, nothing special. Don't think of yourself as a hero, you're a soldier, just do what a soldier should do Don't think too much about it."

It was the first time that solemnly heard such a statement.

Before, I really thought about a lot of things, especially when I was lying in bed just now, what to make a career, what to protect the family and the country, what an unsung hero and so on.

Anyway, thinking about it is a goofy brain, tossing and turning excitedly and unable to fall asleep.

After Instructor No. 3 said this, Zhuang Yan suddenly realized a problem-these people in front of him never mentioned what he had done or contributed to, just like Instructor No. 3, he said that he was just a worker It's as simple as **** a screw.

There is nothing to brag about, and nothing to brag about. In this case, there is no need to get excited, just do what you should do.

"Have you killed anyone?" Instructor No. 3 asked again.

Zhuang Yan suddenly smiled: "Instructor, your question is superfluous. Where can I go to kill people?"

Instructor No. 3 said: "Many j have been killed, and j has also been killed, so it's not surprising."

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, this statement really makes sense.

"no."

His child can shake his head.

Instructor No. 3 said: "For the first time, there will always be a bit of hesitation, but remember, don't hesitate, take action when it's time to do it, those who deserve it. If you're soft, it's either your death or ours. Your fellow man suffers, so would you rather your fellow man suffer?

"No." Zhuang Yan shook his head.

"That's right." Instructor No. 3 said calmly, "Didn't you ask me last time if we, the instructors, would laugh?"

Zhuang Yan recalled that he had indeed mentioned this issue.

So he asked, "Are you going to answer me?"

Instructor No. 3 said, "Well, I'll tell you, I'll laugh. Killing one bad guy might save hundreds of good guys. I'll be happy, so I'll laugh."

"Look I haven't seen you smile yet." said solemnly.

Instructor No. 3 said: "If the task goes well, when you come back to celebrate, I can do a dance for you, let alone laughing."

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly: "A gentleman said a word."

Instructor No. 3 said: "Hurry up with a whip."

After a pause, he said, "Boy, remember, you have to come back alive."

...

The car pulled into a military airfield and got into a large warehouse in a corner.

There seemed to be people waiting in the warehouse. The car came in, and the door of two soldiers with guns slammed shut.

"Here, get out of the car."

The old white hair is always so simple and straightforward.

Zhuang Yan picked up the rucksack and was about to get out of the car, but was stopped by the instructor No. 3 behind.

"Don't take the rucksack. You don't need the things inside. Put them here. When you come back, get in the car and go back to the camp."

Zhuang Yan had to throw his rucksack in the car and jumped out of the car.

When his feet hit the ground, he stepped on it firmly, and when he looked up, Zhuang Yan was stunned.

The warehouse is brightly lit, and all kinds of military supplies are in sight.

All kinds of green pv equipment boxes, camouflage supplies, weapons and equipment, even ammunition and some weapons that I have never seen before hanging on the wall.

"Have you opened your eyes?"

Instructor No. 3 jumped out of the car and patted the solemn shoulder.

"It's all special custom products, you won't be able to use a lot of them, so just use your own gun."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the depths of the warehouse.

At the end of the warehouse, there is a long table consisting of several square wooden tables covered with a layer of green military canvas.

On the wall opposite the long wooden table is a projection screen, and then there is a projector in front of it.

On the wall to the right of the warehouse, a row of desks were placed on top of several computers, as well as some things that looked like radio stations and communication equipment.

In front of each computer, there is an operator.

Look, motherfucker! Almost all officers!

After taking a closer look, there is only a non-commissioned officer sitting in front of the computer and other equipment, and he is still a fourth-level!

The fourth-level sergeant turned his head and saw that there was actually a first-class soldier here, and was immediately stunned.

Zhuang Yan quickly stood at attention and saluted, and called out, "Hello, veteran."

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The fourth-level non-commissioned officer was wearing headphones, and he probably couldn't hear what solemnly said, but he could only come out from his mouth and movements.

He smiled slightly at Zhuang Yan, and said hello. He turned around and continued to work.

"No."

Instructor No. 3 was already sitting in a chair by the long table, waving at him.

"Come here, sit down, and prepare the mission briefing."

Zhuang Yan hurried over and sat down beside Instructor No. 3.

Old Baimao, a colonel and a female officer stood in the corner, as if they were discussing something in a low voice.

"Drink water! Drink water!"

Instructor No. 2 held a pile of mineral water in his arms, walked to the table, and threw a bottle.

"Hurry up and drink some, water will be a rarity in the next few days."