When the team brought it back in the middle of the night, the other special forces soldiers looked relaxed, because it was like a daily routine for them.
Compared to the horrific physical fitness choices, shooting training is really easy. But they don't know that this is just the beginning. If the road to hell can make people feel relaxed, it is not the road to hell under the hands of the King of Hell.
Zhang Feng got into the tent and collapsed on the bed. Although there was no soreness and pain after the judge rubbed it, he still felt numb.
"Zhang Feng, how was the training?" Li Jian rarely relaxed and asked.
"Don't mention it! It's going to kill me! Now you can say that even if someone breaks my arm, I won't be able to feel anything." Zhang Feng said sadly, recalling the feeling of holding a gun now. , all have an urge to vomit.
Chai Chong, who was standing aside and stuffing smelly socks into his shoes, suddenly became interested when he heard this.
When he usually quarreled with Zhang Feng, he would only get scolded. After being ridiculed by Zhang Feng, he stopped.
Now that he saw Zhang Feng's embarrassment, he caught the conversation and said sarcastically: "What, our little Zhang Feng is tired? Do you want to give up? I support you!"
He ran over with bare feet and held on to the bed rails of the bunk beds, and then said: "If you can't lift your hands, I will hold you to ring the elimination bell. You don't have to thank me."
"Aiya, I go!"
Zhang Feng raised his sore and swollen arms with difficulty, patted his forehead, and said: "What a stupid head, Comrade Chai Chong, may I ask if your head is filled with water? Can you already raise fish?" "
Chai Chong was stunned. He didn't know why Zhang Feng reacted like this and said such words, but he didn't want to be at a disadvantage, so he said, "How can you raise fish only when you have water in your head?"
"hehe!"
Zhang Feng smiled coldly: "It hurts me to carry a gun, but my legs don't hurt, so I still need you to carry me! You have once again proved your ignorance with your actions!"
"You, you, you..." Chai Chong was deflated for a long time but did not say what you said next. He could only feel deflated again and ran back to his bed.
The others burst out laughing, but there was no sarcasm in the laughter.
"Chai Chong, don't think about defeating Zhang in words.
Peak! That mouth of his can hurt people and make them live again! Wen Kaiqi said with a smile.
"Comrade Xiao Wen, you completely interpret the word "dressed as a beast!" Zhang Feng curled his lips. He was a man who was noisy in the streets and alleys, with seven aunts and eight aunts. How could he just wave his hand
Wen Kaiqi is very handsome, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a standard height of 1.8 meters, lean short hair, and healthy wheat-colored skin.
This made Zhang Feng, whose appearance was only passable, very jealous. Whenever he seized the opportunity, he would throw the words "dressed like a beast" on Wen Kaiqi's head.
"Come on, good men don't fight with women..." Wen Kaiqi said, but before he could finish his words, Zhang Feng said in a hurry: "I won't tell you anymore!"
Hum hum, the demo and I are doing this, this is a trick I played when I was seven or eight years old. Zhang Feng's sly smile rang out in the darkness.
Wen Kaiqi chose to keep his mouth shut, otherwise he might not know what words would come out of Zhang Feng's mouth.
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After a brief four-hour sleep, everyone lined up to gather.
The large army was still taken away by the King of Hell for live-fire shooting training, but Zhang Feng always felt a little frightened when he saw the vague smile on the face of the King of Hell. I am afraid that today's shooting training will not be so easy.
"Don't look at it. We are also shooting live ammunition today. How about it? Isn't it great?" the judge said with a smile.
Men have a heavenly fanaticism for weapons, and they yearn for shooting guns, and Zhang Feng is no exception. It is naturally good to not have to hold a gun dryly.
But seeing the smile on the judge's face, Zhang Feng felt like a weasel giving New Year greetings to a chicken.
"This yellow guy must have bad intentions."
After characterizing the judge's smile in his mind, Zhang Feng shook his head slightly and said, "No need to shoot with live ammunition, right? I think my current foundation is not solid enough and I should continue to carry out gun training."
The judge almost spit out blood from his heart, this guy doesn't play by the rules.
"Ahem!" He coughed twice to relieve the embarrassment in his heart. The judge put on a straight face and said coldly: "I have the final say on what subjects to train. If I say live ammunition, I will shoot live ammunition! Let's go!"
Following the judge to the open space at the back of the mountain, two soldiers wearing sunglasses stood with their hands behind their backs.
Beside them were pistols, automatic rifles, and two boxes of ammunition.
Zhang Feng discovered something was wrong. This was not a shooting range at all, it was just a cleared open space.
Just because you've never eaten pork doesn't mean you've never seen a pig running. In a shooting range, there should be a target for shooting, and there should be target paper in the distance. This is the most basic thing. Isn’t this fooling yourself
However, Zhang Feng did not express the doubts in his heart. He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the judge's gourd, so he could only take a look at it step by step.
"Bring the table over!" said the judge.
The two soldiers quickly brought a table over and placed it in front of the judge.
"Look, this is a pistol that is now standard equipment in our army." As he spoke, the judge swung his ten fingers quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a complete pistol turned into scattered parts and scattered on the table.
"Do you see it clearly? It has a caliber of nine millimeters and a magazine capacity of twelve rounds! This is the barrel, hinge, firing pin, hammer, top, recoil spring... "
Each time he picked up a part, the judge read out its name and put it back in its place before talking about the next part.
Putting down the last part, the judge asked: "Have you remembered everything?"
Zhang Feng pointed at his head and complained: "Judge, this is a human brain, not a computer. How can I remember everything you said once?"
The judge ignored Zhang Feng's words and moved his ten fingers quickly again. In about ten seconds, a pile of scattered parts turned into a complete pistol again.
"You have to master these things! But no one will teach you on Huangquan Road! When today's training is over, I will give you two empty guns. As for how you use to complete it to my level, I don't care, as long as you can do it within a week If you can’t do it, you will be eliminated!” the judge said without any room for negotiation.
Zhang Feng chirped, disassembling the gun didn't seem to be difficult, but it was not that simple to complete it to the level of the judge.
He nodded to show that he understood.
The judge continued: "Today our mission is to shoot with live ammunition. I don't ask much of you. Just shoot out all these bullets!"
"What? Judge, are you kidding? There are two boxes of bullets here. How can I possibly use them all?" Zhang Feng asked in disbelief.