A lieutenant knocked on the door and entered the office. Qasim was looking through tomorrow's work schedule before doing his work.
Kasim is responsible for the specific arrangements for this competition. Every day, the work plan for the next day is sent to him. He reviews it to see if there is anything that needs to be changed, and finally signs it and sends it to him.
Seeing his subordinate, he raised his eyelids and asked: "Rimov, what's the matter?"
The lieutenant stepped forward and placed a stack of forms in front of Qasim.
"Colonel, this is what we have collected over the past two days."
"Um?"
Qasim immediately put down the work schedule in his hand, took the forms that had just been sent to him, and began to flip through them quickly.
He read it very carefully. The table was full of comprehensive tables of shooting results, from the number of bullets used, to hit rate, to subjects, to dispersion rate, etc.
It can be said that these tables record the overall level of snipers, and you can see the level just by looking at the tables.
But the more he looked, the closer Qasim's brows furrowed.
After flipping through the last page, he slapped the form heavily on the table, then stood up silently and walked to the window, where it stood frozen like a sculpture.
The shooting range can be vaguely seen in the distance, and occasionally gunshots can be heard.
It seems that the snipers of the representative team are seizing the time to conduct training to familiarize themselves with the field.
After a long time, Qasim asked slightly angrily but without looking back: "We have been training for so long, and we have sent these people to special schools abroad for further study and exchanges. Until now, they have
To compete at this level?”
Rimov is the leader of Country H in this competition. He is responsible for the guidance and competition arrangements of the six participating teams. At the same time, he is also a captain of the Golden Special Forces led by Kasim.
Seeing his boss getting angry, Rimov did not dare to say anything.
That stack of tables contains the training data of each country's national team at the shooting range since today.
It includes this morning’s small discussion exchange between the GRU, the SEALs and the H country’s special forces. The data and results are all above.
As a professional soldier of the special forces, Rimov also knew that from the above data, there was a certain distance between his country's special forces and the Russian and American special forces. Showing this result to Qasim, he was sure
Will get angry.
He hesitated at the door for several minutes before knocking on the door.
He knew Colonel Qasim well.
Able and adaptable, with a good temper and ruthless style.
"They have tried their best... After all, Russia and the United States have top special forces..."
"We are also top-notch!" Qasim interrupted his subordinates rudely: "Do you know what the Chinese think? I tell you with certainty that they will never talk like you, and they will never admit defeat.
, you don’t think you are inherently worse than Russia and the United States! Why do you think you deserve to lose?!”
As he spoke, his old classmate Zhuang Yan flashed in his mind.
After his chest rose and fell violently several times, he finally suppressed his roiling emotions and asked Rimov: "My old classmates, those Chinese, what are they doing?"
Rimov said: "They went there in the morning to calibrate their guns, and left the shooting range after the calibration. Therefore, there is not much training data on them, and they did not communicate with American and Russian snipers, so they did not record their subject scores."
"What?" Kasim turned around suddenly, his eyes as sharp as a hawk: "You said they left the shooting range?"
Rimov said: "Yes, he has not come back. I have been paying attention to this matter. I went to the restaurant at noon to ask, and they said that the representative team did not come back for lunch."
"Didn't you eat?" Kasim suddenly understood. The Chinese team must have brought their own food for individual soldiers, and he probably ate it outside.
"They stay in their room all day?"
"No, as far as I know, they went out for a run in the mountains near the base." Rimov said: "At first, the people at the base wanted to send a car to take them away, but they said they didn't need it. They just went for a run and got used to it.
Looking at the altitude environment here, Colonel Zhuang also complained that our temporary change of location made their team members a little acclimatized and they had to adapt again. Considering that they were all operating in the area where we competed and they were special forces, so
Just let them go."
"Acclimated?" Kasim touched his chin, thought for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Do you believe what my old classmate said? Do you think he looks acclimated? Rimov,
Don't be too naive, you know, China's special forces train in all-weather and all-terrain mode. Every year they go to high-altitude areas for training, and also go to islands and deserts. China is big enough and has enough changeable terrain for them to become elite amphibious soldiers.
, acclimatized... Haha, I would rather believe that wolves on the grassland should eat grass than believe that they cannot adapt to the high-altitude environment."
Rimov asked: "Colonel, what should we do?"
Qasim said: "My classmate must have known that we would find out, so he deliberately hid his strength. They Chinese people pay attention to moderation and concealment. This was the case when Zhuang Yan was studying at the Underwater Special Warfare Academy.
, at first he said he was afraid of water, but in the end he got the best grades in all underwater subjects!"
After thinking for a while, he added: "For safety reasons, we must send two people to follow them tomorrow to see what they are up to. I think there must be something fishy inside."
"Yes! Colonel!"
Rimov answered immediately.
"I will definitely send someone to keep an eye on it."
"Acclimatized..." Kasim muttered these two words in his mouth, and returned to the window to look at the already yellowish sky in the distance, with doubtful light shining in his eyes.
"Zhuang, what on earth do you want to do..."
…
Outside the base, about 20 kilometers away.
Zhuang Yan took out the map, spread it on the ground, and then called to Li Zheng and the others.
"All four of you, come here and locate me on this map and find out the azimuth to return to the base. Set the route and direction on your own map and tell me later."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He looked at his watch.
"It's getting late. We should go back for dinner. We need to eat more for dinner. We have exhausted a lot of energy today."
Zhong Zhipeng was sweating profusely and took out the kettle, took two sips, and then said to Zhuang Yan: "Captain Zhuang, are we going sightseeing? We have walked all day today, it must be 60 kilometers, right?"
"
Zhuang Yan said: "If it includes the journey back to the base, it's more than that."
Zhong Zhipeng said: "As the deputy team leader, I have to ask clearly, what exactly are you going to do? We are here for a sniper competition, not a special forces competition. We don't need such high-intensity physical training, right?"
He solemnly smiled and said: "Firstly, it is to test whether everyone is adapted to the altitude here. Secondly, do you think there is any use for us to stay at the shooting range? Just finish calibrating the guns."
Zhong Zhipeng said: "You want to hide your strength, right?"
Zhuang Yan said: "Not only, Lao Zhong, there are some things that are difficult for me to explain clearly. Anyway, you heard me right. If I guessed correctly, in a day or two, you will find that what I said is right.
"
Zhong Zhipeng hesitated to speak, he knew that Zhuang Yan was a very capable person but kept it secret.
Otherwise, the headquarters and military region would not appoint him to lead the team.
Professionally, he was an expert in sniping, but when it came to leadership and arrangements, he felt that he was really not as dignified as he was, so he simply didn't ask too many questions and just obeyed orders.
Today Zhuang Yan took everyone on a walk around the mountainous areas around the base, and said he would continue to walk around tomorrow.
This kind of high-intensity long-distance cross-country march consumes a lot of physical energy of the team members. Now, what Zhong Zhipeng is most worried about is whether the team members can maintain their physical fitness during the competition.
Because one of the events is cross-country, you need to save some physical fitness for that time.
"Report! Group 1 positioning completed!"
"Report! Positioning of Group 2 completed!"
"OK!"
Zhuang Yan turned back to the map, glanced at the homework of the two groups, and then showed a satisfied smile.
"Yes, it seems that your topography and map work are very good. There is a cross-country sniper event in the competition. This knowledge needs to be used. Can you remember the terrain and features of the places we walked today?"
"remember!"
"Okay, then I'm relieved. Tomorrow we will go to the shooting range to practice sniping for an hour, and then we will set off to continue walking around and visit places we have not been to. The scenery and environment here are very well protected.
Many people in China have to pay to come out to watch it, but we are watching it for free, think of it as a foreign trip!"
Zhuang Yan looked very relaxed. He didn't look like the leader of a sniper competition team at all, but more like an experienced tour guide.
Zhong Zhipeng had the illusion for a moment that he was in a tour group instead of a competition team.
However, it soon turned out that everything solemnly reminded happened accurately, and something jaw-dropping also happened.