The wind from the northwest blew on the dry and chapped lips, causing a tingling pain. Li Muye was numb. Compared with the hunger in his stomach, this thirsty feeling did not constitute much confusion for the time being. After all, the last time I replenished fresh water was 24 hours ago, and the last time I ate food was back three days ago.
The sun in the desert is full of cruel malice, scorching all living things in a nearly deep-fried way. The Costin was fifty meters away. Li Muye touched the hot barrel of the gun that was scorched by the sun, licked his lips, and decided to continue to bear it.
Where is the limit of man? This was the first sentence asked by the old squad leader Chen Binghui invited after the meeting. He claimed to have no name, so he was called the old monitor.
Li Muye shook his head at the time, saying that he could not determine the answer to this question. Old Cui simply replied, die!
The old squad leader said: “It’s hard to die. Under this premise, there is no limit to human beings.” He stood proudly in front of the queue including Li Muye and Lao Cui, and said loudly, “You martial arts practitioners, if In the case of bare hands, maybe any one of them has the power to break my neck, but if we give each of us a gun and throw it in a strange and complicated environment for combat, I can guarantee that you rookies will become my mouth. Dishes."
At the beginning, Li Muye felt that the old squad leader was quite capable. As a member of the special training class of the Russian Federal Security Agency, and trained by legendary agents like Lao Chu, Xiaoye had absolute confidence in his abilities. But it was the first actual confrontation that I discovered that the old squad leader still had a few brushes. He doesn't run as fast as himself, his strength is far inferior to Lao Cui, and his marksmanship may not be accurate, but his use of tactical movements is the most accurate and reasonable. The focus of the gun in his hands is not accuracy, but fast! At the same time, what Li Muye appreciates and even admires most is his endurance, which is beyond the scope of human beings.
His ancestors were corpse scavengers. Not only were they so watery, they also inherited special martial energy. With the help of a tool made of fish bubbles and earthworm intestines, they could endure under the smelly mud for three hours.
The brothers were tossed by the old squad leader and several unknown instructors of the General Staff Training Department in this ghost place for three months. During this period, the two sides conducted several small-scale actual combat training competitions. So far, the side of the students has not had one. Win.
"Those veterans must be near here." Li Muye chewed on a hay stick, looked at the screen of the locator, and used the radio to order Lao Cui to stay alert, holding the gun silently and continuing to lurch back. In the sandpit, I was too sleepy, and I had to close my eyes to rest my mind. As soon as the upper and lower eyelids came together in love after the war, old Cui's dull voice came from his ears: Boss, can't sleep, there is movement over there.
Li Muye was shocked, and Old Cui whispered in the communicator: "Five o'clock."
There is an open land with only one and a half high mounds, which are formed by the cow dung piles left by the former herders, which have absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon through the wind and the sun. It smells so terrible, don't get close to strangers. According to the old squad leader's heavy mouth and urine, it is still very possible to perform his family's magical skills there.
This is an offensive and defensive exercise. The veterans are responsible for the defense, and the members of the security company mainly attack. Today will be the last day of the three-month special training, and it will also be the key battle for the final test of the training results.
Li Muye did not expect them to reach the level of several veterans with obvious origins in just three months. In addition to the secondary purpose of improving their professional standards, this three-month special training has a more important purpose. It is to cultivate their loyalty.
In three months, Li Muye only did three things.
The first is to be teased by Ahui's old comrades with the young men in Tai Sui Village. The second thing is to clearly recognize the two hundred and sixty-six faces, names, ages, and characteristics. The third is to give each of them a settlement allowance and take them to the city to see what a woman is like.
Sharing ups and downs is brotherly righteousness, which is the card of sentiment; it is the card of spiritual idol to recognize everyone to guide and help them be their mentors and helpful friends; to give them a family allowance to show them to women is the care of the boss for subordinates, which is called the card of interest. The combination of the three, in Yuan Chengde's words, is to train dead men.
Brother Ahui is really righteous. The high-priced veteran oilzis are only responsible for providing training subjects and abuse of people, and do not do any ideological work.
After contacting Sanyue, I only knew a few code names, namely the old squad leader, Da Leizi, 7.62, anti-aircraft machine gun, 105 and short knife. A six-person combat team. The old squad leader is a master of tactics, Da Leizi is a master of blasting, 7.62 is a sniper, anti-aircraft machine guns are responsible for heavy firepower, 105 is good at using artillery and bazookas, and Dagger is a Qiang swordsman. , Especially good at close combat, with a knife in his hand, even Lao Cui can hardly stop his edge, only Li Muye's dagger can be slightly better.
Brother Ahui said that this combination was a fantasy level even in his old army.
Summarizing the tactics of these six people, there can be a few key words: teamwork, awkward tactics, vicious shots, stoic will, cheap! The first four keywords are easier to understand and easier to accept, but the last word is simply outrageous. In summary, this cheap word is disgusting, contempt, arrogance, mocking, whistle, rudeness, and narrow-mindedness of tactical changes time and time again. Just because of this word, Li Muye and his brothers suffocated their anger.
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In an angry state, it is difficult for people to make correct judgments.
Li Muye is very angry now.
In the last exercise, after he was defeated, the old squad leader used rubber bullets as an excuse to sore his whole body for many days.
This time I have to fight back anyway.
The current situation is not optimistic.
Several young men cautiously approached the mound with standard tactics. Each of them possessed excellent skills, but none of them had the ability to dodge bullets.
According to the rules laid down before the drill, only when one person in the offensive and defensive area is wiped out will the drill end.
Except for Li Muye and Lao Cui, the current standards of this group of young men are pure cannon fodder. Therefore, Li Muye must use them to detect mines. This is the result of an assessment made by combining factors such as actual combat experience and tactical capabilities. So far, the team of 266 people has less than half of the staff left. After paying such a high price, the opponent now has only three people left, namely the old squad leader, Da Leizi and Dagger.
That 7.62 and anti-aircraft machine gun cooperation is too classic, the tactical literacy, and the superb use of weapons among opponents are not comparable to those who have trained for three months. But even if the two of them are added together, there is no more lethal veteran squad leader.
A few young men from Tai Sui Village leaned close to the mound, ticking sounds, and the alarms on everyone within a radius of 20 meters went off. Li Muye's monitor screen showed that the other party had installed high-explosive landmines, which were powerful enough to flatten an area of 20 meters in radius, so they all lost their lives in an instant.
The mine exploded without any contact, apparently by remote control! Old Cui jumped out from behind the bunker like a ghost. The movements of several young men were only slightly slower than him, and they rushed over. The target pointed directly at another direction, where the big thunder son emerged from the ground. Old Cui rushed forward, deliberately not firing, preparing to beat him up.
Da Leizi grinned, Li Muye ordered Lao Cui to come back through the communicator, but he was a step slower. The red light on the display turned on. Old Cui and the thirty brothers in the past were all killed in battle. Da Leizi crawled out of the pit, threw his equipment on the ground, and sat there. With a triumphant smile, "Thirty-one for each one, including the one with the most sensitive ears and eyes, it's worth it!" Old Cui's beard and eyebrows exploded, wishing to beat him severely in the past.
Li Muye stood up helplessly and said, "There are two more, and there are a hundred brothers on my side. There are still games to play."
Da Leizi grinned and said, "It's a hundred or so rookies who are thirsty and hungry and only have half their lives left. The remaining confrontation is no longer a competition between weapons and equipment and technology between people, but a competition for survivability. , You are anxious to catch the old squad leader and the short knife, all they have to do is to try their best to survive, and then drag you down one by one."
Li Muye used to be furious, kicked him to the ground, looked at him fiercely, and said: "Don't be proud of it too early, don't forget that you are a corpse now, you can be our food at any time."
According to the drill regulations, all means of survival are not forbidden. Treating the enemy's corpse as food can also be regarded as a condition within the law of survival on the battlefield.
Da Leizi ate a dumb loss, rubbed the sore arm that was kicked by Li Muye, and complained: "You kid eat and you can't abuse food." Then he said: "Team Chen said you can't afford to lose temper. , Let’s polish it up, it seems that he’s right. Emphasize the tone to remind: the battlefield is not a place to be angry."
Li Muye put his gun back on his back and turned to Old Cui and confessed: "Take my brothers back to rest and wait for the news of my victory."
From this ambush point to the east, all areas within three kilometers in diameter are offensive and defensive areas. For a team of more than a hundred people who dare not divide their troops, this area is already large enough. According to Da Leizi, the veteran squad leader and the short sword will mostly use guerrilla warfare to fight against them. There is a time limit for the exercise, and the agreement is to win the target area within four days, otherwise it will be deemed a failure. Now three and a half days have passed.
Li Muye was a little anxious and tried his best to control and adjust his mentality.
In these three months of special training, I didn't learn anything else, and I mastered a lot of the rules of battlefield survival. The battlefield is not a place to be smart. Fighters change at any time, and tactics are affected by environmental personnel and other factors that need to be adjusted at any time. There are no certain rules. Fighting must not be willful, let alone stupefied.
In front is a forest of Populus euphratica and a small sea. The water can't hide people more than once, and it's salty and can't be drunk. I passed by a few times before and found nothing.
The brothers are almost cooked by the sun, dragging their tired bodies one by one in search of tactical movements. Driven by the scorching sun, he subconsciously walked into the Populus euphratica forest. Three months' time is only enough for them to learn tactical movements, use and maintenance of firearms, and a series of basic subjects such as the combination of weapons and weapons. They still have a long way to go before the true top military standards.
The gunfire suddenly sounded, and Li Muye was surprised secretly. It was the sound of continuous bursts of automatic rifles, which only the old squad leader liked. He is undoubtedly very strong, but he is obviously not strong enough to face so many people on his own.
The old squad leader’s gunshots continued. Following the source of the gunshots, Li Muye made a side-rolling tactical maneuver, and then used a kneeling posture to aim at the side and fired continuously. The first bullet hit the target. The old squad leader turned out from behind the poplar tree, raised his hands, and the alarm on his body indicated that he had been killed.
Li Muye looked at him, very puzzled: "Why?"
The old squad leader said: "Pooze!" Then: "Our unit has never had a record of abandoning the body of a dead brother, whether it is actual combat or drill."
Li Muye understood, nodded in understanding, and asked, "Where's the short knife? Why isn't it with you?"
The old squad leader smiled mysteriously: "You will see him, maybe when we win at the end of the drill." (End of this chapter)