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Chapter 300 Five Thousand Words Review

Nie Xing smiled bitterly in his heart. He was looking for them everywhere, but he didn't expect that they were just under his nose. It seemed that the hard training for more than half a year in the training camp was in vain.

Lao Hu climbed up from the ground, patted some broken Ye Chenmo on his body, then opened his mouth and blew some loose soil on the sniper rifle, leaned the gun on his shoulder, and walked towards Nie Xing with a cold expression.

It turns out that the two bullets aimed at Nie Xing just now were fired by him.

Nie Xing saw him from the corner of his eyes and understood the source of the two bullets just now. He was a little embarrassed at the moment. He didn't expect that such a big ugly thing would be in his hands. How could he be in the future if he was so ugly?

The old special forces soldiers walked over one by one, without showing any joy of victory, nor did they mock Nie Xing, as if such things were common to them, and there was no fuss about them.

Lao Hu walked to Nie Xing and stopped, then stared at Nie Xing, his eyes were cold and cold, and he could not see any warmth.

Nie Xing pretended not to see it, his head was tilted aside. In fact, his waist still hurts so he can't get up for the time being.

Lao Hu had no intention of leaving and was still standing there.

Seeing that there was no movement next to him, Nie Xing thought the master had already left from the side. He couldn't help but look back, but saw that the master was still standing there, and he secretly complained in his heart: "Why haven't he left yet?" But due to politeness, he had to shout: "Master!"

Old Hu nodded slightly, said nothing, and stretched out a hand.

Nie Xing couldn't pretend anymore, so he had to endure the pain and raise his hand to grab the master's hand, and he pulled it up.

As soon as he tried hard, his waist was sore. Nie Xing almost screamed in pain. He didn't care much about this problem. Now he is healing, and his injuries are showing signs of worsening.

Lao Hu took all this and said disdainfully: "It hurts?"

After hearing this, Nie Xing shook his head quickly: "No, it doesn't hurt, I just can't adapt to it!"

Lao Hu didn't say anything else, turned around and left.

Nie Xing was embarrassed to show a serious illness in front of his master, so he forced himself to grit his teeth and follow him tightly with his gun on his back.

He had a question in his mind that he couldn't understand why the master fired the first shot and fired the second shot? Could it be that the master had no confidence in his first shot? No, I heard from the veterans that the master was the most powerful sniper in the reconnaissance brigade, and his shooting skills could be said to be a hit every time and unmatched.

However, this second shot also shows the master's level. If you were yourself, after firing the first shot, it would be difficult to react like this to fire the second shot. And you would not think that your first shot would be a mistake.

The two of them were speechless all the way.

After returning to the foot of the mountain, I saw groups of veterans and new soldiers, squatting or standing, whispering, and painted oil on my faces were the people who were eliminated down the mountain before. Nie Xing saw that the Birdman and the others looked very bad.

Team Cheng and Instructor Wu were sitting in the car, not knowing what they were talking about, and sometimes laughed, as if the end of the confrontation drill outside had no impact on them.

Seeing the last group of soldiers going down the mountain, Team Cheng and Instructor Wu put away their smiles, walked out of the car, and shouted loudly: "Get together!"

After hearing this, the soldiers gathered together and quickly lined up into four groups.

Looking at the oil paint on the new recruits' faces, Team Cheng was a little gloating: "How about it, what do you think? Did the things you learned in the training camp come in handy for more than half a year?"

No one was making a sound in the team. The recruits looked at me and I looked at you, and they felt their faces burning. Today's confrontation drill proved that most of the training in the training camp was in vain.

Seeing that the recruits did not make a sound, Team Cheng did not continue to ask, saying, "Today's confrontation drill is a very memorable thing. It lets you know that there is heaven beyond the sky and there are people beyond the people! Yes, you have passed the training camp inspection and become a qualified special forces soldier, but that is only qualified, far from being excellent. An excellent special forces soldier is not trained from the training camp, but trained from actual combat. You have only been trained and have not yet experienced actual combat, so you have to learn a lot."

When the recruits heard this, they were all ashamed. They thought that becoming a special forces soldier was a very great thing, and their words and actions all exuded a sense of awesomeness. Now it seems that they are really self-indulgent.

Team Cheng continued: "The veterans have rich practical experience, and these experiences are obtained through life-and-death battles on the battlefield, which is very valuable. The reason why you recruits recognize them as your masters is to let you learn more experience, so that you can take fewer detours, shed less blood, and make less sacrifices in the future battlefield!"

"You should know what to do in the future, no need to say more. Remember today's day, it will let you understand more truths!"

After saying that, Team Cheng turned around and walked back, walked to the side of the car, opened the door, stepped on his thigh, and got in the car.

The remaining Instructor Wu smiled and said, "The veterans disbanded and took the car back to the base. The recruits lost a lot today. In order to give you some memory, run back to the base! After returning to the base, each person will write a review to summarize today's experience and lessons, and let them live, no less than 5,000 words!"

With the order, the veterans disbanded and got into the car with a smile.

The recruits were dark and the whole team was ready to go.

Hou Fei yelled: "Ge, why should we run!"

Nie Xing said: "Do you want me to ask Wu Zhi for a favor and let you take the bus!"

Hou Fei glared at him and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't you make fun of me?"

Seeing Hou Fei rubbing his butt constantly, Nie Xing smiled and said, "Why, are there any sequelae?"

When he went down the mountain just now, Hou Fei was helped down. It looked like that, and his injuries were quite serious.

When Hou Fei heard about Nie Xing's mention of this, he was so angry that he cursed hatefully: "Damn monk, my butt is almost disintegrating and it has been swollen at least twice as much!"

After hearing this, the people around couldn't help laughing.

Nie Xing joked: "After going back, cut a few pieces of meat and lose weight!"

The car in front has started and started to reverse. The recruits are ready and start jogging. This time some of them have suffered, and it will take at least half a day to return to the base.

Oh my God, the earth, why is my life so miserable? Nie Xing sighed.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when the veterans took the bus and had already arrived. They had dinner and were resting. The recruits had not had a day of food, they were tired and hungry, and were still thirsty.

The people in the kitchen had already prepared the food and were waiting for the arrival of the recruits. When the recruits saw this, they were not worried about their stubbornness. They looked like starving ghosts, regardless of the food, and they even poured their soup into their mouths from time to time.

The birdman was moved and cried bitterly: "I thought I could not eat today, but I didn't expect that there would be such five-star treatment. Thank you to the Party, the country, the leadership, and the…"

Voice interrupted!

"What's wrong?" Seeing that the birdman suddenly stopped talking, the cannon sitting next to him said strangely.

The bird man's face turned pale, pointed at his throat with one hand, and snatched the soup bowl on the cannon's hand with the other hand, and sent it to his mouth without explaining it.
Chapter completed!
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