"Let's go in and take a look." Gu Ping pulled Chen Yu in and went in.
A group of practicing guards came over shouting slogans. The leader was a dark-faced man. When he saw Gu Ping, he was equally excited. The group stopped and the man shouted: "Stand at attention and salute."
A group of guards stood upright and saluted Gu Ping.
"Welcome back, leader." The man looked excited.
"Old Hei." With tears in his eyes, Gu Ping stepped forward and gave the man a bear hug.
"Captain, everyone is waiting for you, let's go." The man wiped his reddish eyes.
"Brother Yu, let me introduce you. This is my team member, Lao Hei." Gu Ping smiled and said: "Old Hei, this is Brother Yu, my savior. If it weren't for him, I might never be able to come back in this life.
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"Thank you." Lao Hei saluted Gu Ping. He was sincerely grateful to Chen Yu.
Gu Ping took Chen Yu and gave a general introduction while walking inside.
It turns out that this base is a special training base, and the team that Gu Ping was in before is also a special team, and the people in it are specially prepared for border emergencies.
The people here have experienced hundreds of battles, and every one of them has made great achievements. Anyone who joins this team must abandon all their family ties and love, and devote their whole life to the battlefield.
"Gu team, Gu team." After hearing the news, more than a dozen men came and saw Gu Ping's wild eyes. It was obvious that Gu Ping had a high status in the hearts of these people.
Comrades who haven't seen each other for a long time can't help but exchange pleasantries. Gu Ping hasn't been back for several years, and Lao Hei is introducing him to the situation in the team.
"Why are there a few people missing?" Gu Ping asked after patrolling the team for a while.
"A few brothers... have gone." Lao Hei lowered his head.
"Take me to see them." Gu Ping's expression darkened slightly.
In a corner of the base is a martyrs cemetery, where dozens of martyrs are buried. These people spread their blood on the motherland and finally rested here.
Some of them had incomplete corpses, only half a set of bones, and some even buried their bones in other places and could not bring them back, and only some of their bones were buried.
Gu Ping looked at the new tombs on one side and remained silent for a long time. He lit incense and poured wine for these brothers: "Brothers, I'm back. You can go in peace."
The group of people lowered their heads slightly and mourned silently. Even Chen Yu was touched by this sad atmosphere. He stood in the crowd and looked at the group of people in front of him quietly.
After paying tribute to his comrades, Gu Ping came to the training ground.
"Brother Yu, do you play with guns?" Gu Ping asked.
"Never played it before." Chen Yu shook his head.
"Old Wolf." Gu Ping called out.
A man stepped forward. He had a Type 95 rifle in his hand. He pulled the bolt with a click, and then made a gesture to hold the gun: "The Type 95 rifle should keep the height of the crosshair unchanged. Do not shoot.
, it can only be fired in bursts, three bursts is the best.”
The old wolf said and pulled the trigger. There were three clicks, and three bullets hit the target.
Lao Lang's shooting skills were extremely accurate, and all three bullets hit the bull's-eye. He handed the gun to Chen Yu and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen is a doctor, and his hands are used to save people. You can play with the gun."
Chen Yu took the heavy gun. The moment he took the gun, he felt a little excited. These toys were all boys yearned for, but this was the first time he touched a gun.
He drew his gun, took aim, and fired in the same burst.
There were three clicks of click, and a gun mark appeared on a target.
"Three shots...hit the same position at the same time." The expressions of everyone present changed.
"Mr. Chen, have you ever played with a gun before?" Lao Lang looked at Chen Yu in surprise.
"No, this is my first time playing." Chen Yu shook his head.
It was indeed his first time to play with a gun. The reason why his marksmanship was so accurate was related to his strength.
It is extremely difficult for ordinary special forces to train a sharpshooter. It requires the blessing of talent and countless bullets to feed it, but Chen Yu sent out his spiritual thoughts and locked the position.
"You're better than Lao Lang when you play with a gun for the first time? What a genius." Lao Hei said in surprise.
"You can't be a genius. Strictly speaking, I'm cheating." Chen Yu laughed.
"Haha, Brother Yu is a martial artist, and his mental strength is much stronger than ordinary people. Let's go and see other places." Gu Ping laughed and took Chen Yu to other places.
This morning, Chen Yu's eyes were really opened. Gu Ping took him and talked about the operation of tanks and armored vehicles, the use of various weapons, and even helicopters and fighter planes.
Chen Yu has not been so fascinated for a long time, and his memory is extraordinary. He can remember Gu Ping's words once. What he lacks now is practice.
At the end of the morning, an old man walked out of the mountain. He said with a smile: "Pingping, you are finally back."
"Old Long." When Gu Ping saw the old man, he quickly stepped forward and saluted.
"Well, not bad, your body is recovering well." Mr. Gu nodded: "How is your old man?"
"Mr. Long, my great-grandfather is in good health. He will come to the base to see you in a few days." Gu Ping said with a smile.
"Okay, okay, he's pretty much the same age as us, let him come over and let's play a few rounds." Mr. Long said with a smile.
Elder Long and Elder Gu were from the same era, and Chen Yu could tell that although this old man was nearly a hundred years old, he had a special power. If it weren't for the injuries he had received before, he would still be able to go on the battlefield.
"Mr. Long, this is Chen Yu, my savior." Gu Ping introduced Chen Yu.
"Well, the young man is pretty good." Mr. Long nodded slightly.
"Hello, Mr. Long." Chen Yu nodded slightly, then frowned and said, "Mr. Long, have you ever met a powerful Saint Luo from the West?"
As soon as Chen Yu finished speaking, the old man turned his head suddenly, his eyes shining brightly: "Do you know who is strong against Luo?"
The strong men of the Western Saint Luo are equal in strength to those who practice law, and they are divided into levels one to nine. The people Mr. Long met should be less than level one.
But his strength is equivalent to that of a half-step cultivator. He can escape unscathed from people of this level. It seems that he is not an ordinary person.
"I know something." Chen Yu said with a smile: "Mr. Long has an awe-inspiring righteousness in him. If nothing else, his bloodline is different from ordinary people, so when he meets a strong Saint Luo, Mr. Long is also capable of fighting."
"Haha, his last red light suppressed my Five Dragon Qi, but I didn't make it easy for him. I broke the ribs on his chest with one punch and hurt his heart." Mr. Long chuckled: "Yeah.
It is precisely because of that boy that I have been unable to enter the battlefield these years."
"Five Dragon Qi?" Chen Yu looked at Mr. Long: "This is the inheritance of an ancient bloodline. It is said to come from the Breath of the Red Dragon."
"That's right, there is a type of people in this world called blood people, who will awaken ancient blood in their bodies." Mr. Long chuckled: "Young man knows a lot."
