Even the supreme leader, who has always been calm and unfazed by humiliation, couldn't help shaking his extended chopsticks when he saw the food plate in front of him and the excrement dripping on it, and smiled bitterly. Awesome Literary Network
"Um, chief, why don't you forget it, go wash up, and then go to the cafeteria." He Zhenzhong said softly: "After all, this is for training special forces."
The supreme leader raised his head and glared at He Zhenzhong, "You kid, do you look down on us veterans? Tell you kid, I am also a fan of Jijiangfa." As he said that, he picked up a piece of fried cockroach with his chopsticks and put it in.
In the mouth.
Seeing that the supreme leader had already eaten, a group of senior generals who had just finished vomiting had no choice but to grit their teeth, shake their hands, grit their teeth, close their eyes, pick up the vegetables and stuff them into their mouths.
Uh-huh.
Feeling that the taste was wrong, a major general quickly opened his eyes and looked at the fragments of toilet paper stained on the chopsticks. He twisted his head, turned around immediately, lowered his head, and began to vomit wildly. He couldn't see clearly with his eyes closed, but he actually caught feces.
He vomited all over the place and almost vomited his stomach out. He felt that today would be something he would never forget for the rest of his life. He had really walked through hell.
"Chief, I'm sorry."
"What?" The supreme leader looked at He Zhenzhong and said, "Say."
"Actually, I also have some selfish motives for letting the chiefs eat here and go through all this." He Zhenzhong said, his eyes falling on the soldiers, "They are really suffering. I think if the chiefs can cooperate with them
Eating together is a great encouragement to them."
The supreme leader put down his chopsticks and sighed, "I know."
Yes, it is these soldiers who suffer, and they are also the ones who charge into battle. He also knows that the golden age of a soldier is only a few years, and it is also a person's youthful and most precious years.
Once they reach a certain age, it is impossible for all soldiers to stay in the army. They will change jobs and leave, or be demobilized after being injured. Only a small number of them can get good assignments. More people can only work as security guards, drivers, bodyguards, or find ways to return to work.
Find another way to make a living. And these jobs are often looked down upon by many people.
However, these soldiers, unlike soldiers from other countries, rarely choose to join mercenaries or join criminal groups after leaving the profession, while these soldiers in China will only continue to remain loyal to the country and the people, even if they are extremely poor.
, and will not take the wrong path.
These are the Chinese soldiers, a group of the cutest and stupidest people in the world.
Time passes minute by minute.
From time to time, a senior general couldn't bear it anymore and turned around and vomited.
In fact, the time for a meal is not long, but they feel as if a year has passed.
When it was over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They all lost their previous energy. Their faces were pale, their steps were sluggish, and they were almost sick. They felt that with their old bones, it would be difficult to stay here.
God, I'm afraid I have to go directly to see Marx.
After they left and returned, the name of Hell at the Death God Base spread and became a hotly discussed term among senior generals.
after an hour.
The supreme leader and others washed up, changed into military uniforms, and came to the training ground again.
It's just that many people haven't recovered yet.
"What are you training now?" the supreme leader asked.
"Target shooting."
"Oh?" The supreme commander turned his head and stared at He Zhenzhong, "I heard that you are a famous super marksman in the entire Southeast Military Region. How about showing off your skills? Give my guards a chance and see if they can surpass you?"
Having lost two battles in a row before, the top leader also felt a little unwilling to admit defeat. He had to make a comeback no matter what.
"yes."
Everyone moved and soon arrived at the shooting range.
"Boy, this is also a famous sharpshooter in the Beijing Military Region. He is an absolute shooting champion. He once accompanied me on visits to other countries. His marksmanship can stabilize the special forces of other countries. You have to be careful." The supreme leader smiled.
Said to He Zhenzhong.
"Yes, we must go all out." He Zhenzhong said loudly.
"Then, let's get started."
"yes."
A capable soldier walked over from the supreme leader and extended his hand to He Zhenzhong, "General He, please give me your advice."
"Let's learn from each other." He Zhenzhong smiled slightly.
"start."
Deng Deng.
Swish.
The two of them moved almost at the same time.
He Zhenzhong kicked his foot on the ground, turned around suddenly, jumped out, ran across the ground, then jumped up, jumped to the top with a fish leap, ran across a distance, put his hands on the ground, rolled his body, and arrived
in front of target
Click click click.
His hands moved, and with dexterous fingers, he quickly assembled the disassembled firearm parts together.
Wow.
His feet slid across the ground, and He Zhenzhong fell down.
Bang bang bang bang.
The crisp gunshots rang out one after another without any pause.
Putting down the gun, He Zhenzhong did not get up. He rolled several times on the ground and arrived at the target position on the other side. He grabbed the scattered parts and quickly assembled them. A sniper rifle took shape.
Bang, bang.
Putting down the gun, He Zhenzhong put his hand on the ground, bounced his body, stepped forward, half-crouched on the ground, picked up the parts of the shoulder-mounted rocket launcher on the ground with both hands, and continued to assemble them, but without stopping at all, he continued to move forward.
Rush forward.
Wow.
He twisted his waist back, bent his feet, knelt on the ground, slid forward, tilted his body back at the same time, flicked his hands, and the assembled rocket launcher was already on his shoulders.
call.
A rocket roared out.
boom.
The missile target placed in the distance was blown to pieces.
And in the back, the guy stood there with a dull look on his face, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened as if a fist could fit into it. He had just assembled the gun parts in his hand and hadn't fired yet. It was so hurtful to his self-esteem.
The supreme leader and others were also stunned. They stared at He Zhenzhong who turned over and came back. Although he had heard of the name of the God of Death, how about this? A master had just assembled the gun, and this guy had already finished shooting.
came back.
The senior officials of the Southeast Military Region were also full of surprise. They hadn't seen He Zhenzhong take action for a long time. This was much more powerful than before.
call.
The supreme leader took a deep breath, with a smile on his face, "Boy, light is almost useless, you have to keep your sights on the head and bring the missile target."
"yes."
A group of senior generals were still in disbelief. This was the first time they had seen He Zhenzhong's marksmanship. Can he shoot accurately at such a fast speed?