"Do you know who he is? How did you know?!"

"It was my observer who said that there was always a legend about that guy in their Marines. It is said that he had shot the Marines' heads at five hundred yards away..."

Hearing this, Chen Bin turned his head suspiciously and looked at Mogaro.

"Don't look at me, Sergeant... I just arrived at the theater to deploy. I partnered with you as soon as I came. I don't know anything else..."

It makes sense!

You've passed the test!

Chen Bin turned his head and withdrew his gaze...

"This guy is called Mustafa, of course this may not be his real name. I heard that this guy has also participated in the Olympics..."

"Wait, will there be sniper events in the Olympics? Moreover, Iraq hasn't participated in the Olympics in many years?"

The more Chris said, the more foggy Chen Bin’s forehead was.

There is no useful information at all. The only thing that may be useful is that this guy is indeed very high in shooting... But didn’t he confirm this yesterday?!

"Of course not, but he is Jordanian! Now there are not only Iraqis here... By the way, how many have you killed today?"

"Three, what about you?"

"Four...to be precise, five, but they dragged one back. Just at two o'clock in the direction of you, the small building with blue gates was just on the other side..."

Following Chris' words, Chen Bin turned the gun around.

The small building with blue gate is not difficult to find. It is about 300 meters away from him, and the shadow of someone moving can be vaguely seen between the windows. But at this distance, coupled with the cover of the wall, Chen Bin had no intention of shooting...

Anyway, the Marines' search work today can't go there, but the premonition that something is wrong in their hearts is getting stronger and stronger.

"I saw them, and it seemed that there were a lot of people in the building! There were definitely big fish in this area. Why don't you just call artillery to bomb this area? I'm getting goosebumps on my body now, which is not a good sign!"

"Haha, if the sergeant at your neck becomes a lieutenant colonel, maybe you have the final say. But now... I'll be happy, even Einstein's idiot killed two enemies today... Be careful, Chen!"

"Hey?! Chris, what does it mean to raise a bitch? What does it mean that I even killed two enemies?!"

Einstein roared in anger and made everyone listening to the communication channel burst into laughter, and the haze covering his heart seemed to dissipate a little.

Many soldiers are trained to talkatively, in such an ultra-high pressure environment as the battlefield, laughing and scolding each other, and making jokes can effectively relieve tension.

This day has passed like this, but Chen Bin added another kill record before the team was closed. But now, the more kill records this, the less Chen Bin is unable to be excited...

After all, my military rank has been promoted quickly enough.

Although the US military is not like the domestic army, the promotion period for non-commissioned officers is very stuck, and there are rarely any advance promotion. Even in the promotion requirements for sergeant rank, tis (year of service) is only 36 months, that is, three years, and the seniority of tig is only eight months. In some particularly excellent situations, it can even be relaxed to 18 months and 6 months of tig.

But thinking about my age, I was 22 years old, and it has only been three years since I came to this world to sign up for the army. But even so, my promotion can still be said to have taken the Rockets...

In addition to the support of the elite membership of the Navy SEALs, the need for war is the most important reason why Chen Bin can be promoted so quickly. However, the more he goes, the more difficult it is to advance...

If you have promoted it in the first place, it is naturally not that easy to be promoted later. Especially the threshold from sergeant to sergeant, according to the positioning of the US military rank, the sergeant (staff     sergeant) should be the meaning of a staff officer sergeant after being translated directly. In addition to the functional work that overlaps with sergeant, it also needs to bear part of the platoon-level staff and management work.

You can’t get a promotion or a salary increase. The more enemies you kill now, the more enemies you have in this ghost place...

No matter how you look at it, it's not a good thing...

The next day, when he returned to his "workstation" again, the first thing Chen Bin did was to search for the small building yesterday.

The sun rose as usual, and the bright sunlight shone into the windowsill, reflecting layers of reflections in the building. But strangely, those figures... disappeared yesterday!

Chen Bin doesn't believe it, because these people have not yet gotten up...

Just kidding, isn't it?

Doing other jobs, being lazy and sleeping in the morning is awesome, it’s just losing some money. But what are these people doing? A high-risk profession like terrorists dare to sleep in? Are you not afraid of not being able to wake up after sleeping?!

After thinking about it, Chen Bin decided to communicate with his comrades about this situation. Even today's search work would not be near that building...

"Chris, do you remember the building you mentioned yesterday? It's the building where the enemy you hit was dragged back!"

"Remember! What's wrong? What happened to that building?"

"The people inside disappeared! Now the sunlight passes through that building, and I don't see the reflection of people! I'm afraid they had left in the middle of the night last night... But, be careful and be safe!"

"Okay, received!"

After simple communication, work continues...

Unexpectedly, but seemingly a matter of course, the search work this morning went very smoothly...

Attack, no! The enemy armed personnel were not seen either!

Chen Bin, who had been nervous and alert for a whole morning, even changed his sniper positions twice in a row, but no trace of militants was found. This was completely contrary to the situation yesterday that seemed to have stabbed a terrorist nest...

They probably ran away, right?

"Mogaro, it's time to eat!"

Seeing the Marines on the street starting to shrink their formation, except for leaving the necessary alert personnel, the rest began to take off their backpacks, Chen Bin also got up from the ground and stretched.

"Here! Hehe, Sergeant, do you still have that leak? This ration is not something for people to eat. Without it, I wouldn't want to go out for fieldwork!"

"There is still a little bit, save some food! I only have four cans left. Then we will apply for the logistics department and not necessarily give it to you. We have to leave half a can for Chris and the others to taste, so we can bring them together to report it!"

As Chen Bin said, he took out a bottle of Laoganma spicy sauce and a pack of C-level combat rations from his backpack. As Mogaro said, the US military rations, especially combat rations, have challenged the physiological limits of human beings from beginning to end...

The yellow curry mixed with mashed potatoes and the main meal bag of beef is simply outrageous... Not to mention how the curry mixed with Lao Ganma looks like, at least it is a great achievement to destroy the original disgusting color!

"Okay, I will save some money. Sergeant, give you water!"
Chapter completed!