Chen Yunfa looked at the grenade that landed three or four meters in front of him and was still emitting green smoke. He used his hands and feet to crawl to the grenade like a big gecko, and grabbed the grenade with his hands, not daring to do so.
He raised his arms, gathered all his strength, and threw the grenade horizontally, more than twenty meters away.
The sound of "boom" and the explosion of grenades completely buried the trace of luck that had just arisen in the special forces soldiers back in their hearts.
Undoubtedly, fiction and reality are more terrifying than pure truth.
"Sir, I didn't die, and I didn't lose. That's because you dropped a stink bomb." Lu Shandong, who stupidly took out the training grenade from beneath him, shouted with tears streaming down his face.
Lu Shandong is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of being eliminated.
He has always been ordinary, the kind of ordinary person who cannot be found in a crowd of people who are familiar with him. He served as a soldier in the 19th Route Army for three years and fought seven or eight battles without any military merit.
, if it weren’t for the promotion to the rank of private after reaching three years of military service, he would still be the lowest rank of private until now.
I chose to join the Independent Regiment not because of anything else but because the military pay in the Independent Regiment was high. I was selected because of my parents’ good physique and strong bones. I was admitted to the Independent Regiment and then to the Special Forces Brigade.
, in these three months, he learned things that he had not learned in the previous few years. It turns out that chemical fertilizer powder can be used to make bombs, and it turns out that there is a shooting method that can shoot someone in the head from a mile and a half away...
...It turns out that a strong person can do it himself.
Three months of training gave Lu Shandong, the most ordinary soldier, the ambition to become a strong man and a person who could control his own destiny on the battlefield. He wanted to make countless soldiers who had once stood before his eyes
The little Japs, whose comrades buried them in cold graves with bullets and shells, shivered in front of him.
He cannot be eliminated.
"Stink bomb? Okay, very good, very wise words, then why are you lying down like a dead dog? Do you think that the enemy's grenade didn't kill you, but his machine gun can't kill you?" Liu Lang said at the corner of his mouth
Curving a cruel arc.
Wave to the machine gunner on the left.
The two machine gunners are already the most accurate machine gunners selected by the independent regiment. If they say they can shoot at 20 centimeters, they will never shoot at 18 centimeters, especially within a range of only fifty meters.
They understood what Liu Lang meant and continued to lower the altitude. Although they had now replaced blank rounds, with the terrifying kinetic energy of the heavy machine gun, even blank rounds could hit vital points such as the head within a range of tens of meters.
If so, he wouldn't be able to survive.
The commander gave the order, and the machine gunner on the left could only grit his teeth and continue to descend, focusing on taking care of Lu Shandong, who just said that he was not "dead" and was struggling to crawl.
Because the terrain was not that flat, Lu Shandong just twisted his body and crossed a small slope when he felt numbness on his shoulders.
"Oops, I got shot." Lu Shandong just had this idea. Several more bullets passed by his shoulders and back at high speed.
He couldn't see it, but Liu Lang and Ji Yanxue, who were standing outside the battlefield, could see clearly that the result of a few bullets passing by his shoulders and back was to tear open his flesh and leave several deep marks.
Of course, this was not fatal. What was fatal was the blood spurting out desperately. As Lu Shandong continued to crawl stubbornly, a blood belt stretched behind him.
If it continues at this rate, by the time Lu Shandong climbs to the finish line, the blood on his body should be almost gone.
"Sir, Lu Shandong was hit in the artery, and he needs to stop the bleeding." Mo Mao Mao, who was following Lu Shandong, shouted wildly, tears falling down heavily.
"That's enough, Chief Liu, this is training, not a battlefield. Lu Shandong needs to receive hemostatic treatment immediately." Ji Yanxue, who had been keeping silent with her hands clenched, finally couldn't help but yelled at Liu Lang.
"I'm sorry, Major Ji. This is a battlefield. Only those who survive the battlefield are qualified to wear the armband of the Special Forces Brigade." Liu Lang didn't even look at Ji Yanxue. He continued to work hard as his eyes were bleeding.
The crawling soldier.
"Liu Lang, as the person in charge of the regiment's field hospital, I beg you to stop the machine gun fire and I'm going to bandage him."
"Ji Yanxue, let me tell you that now I am the highest person in charge of the independent regiment. The war will never stop just because of a wounded person. If you want to bandage him, let your military doctors go to the battlefield.
, not here." Liu Lang glanced at Ji Yanxue, whose face was obviously very angry, with his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice.
"You bastard." Ji Yanxue roared angrily, turned around, grabbed the first aid kit from the obviously pale military doctor behind him, and rushed to the training ground without hesitation.
No one knew that Liu Lang's hands behind his back were sweating. The soldiers were annoyed by his play, but he could not remain calm. On the contrary, he was no more relaxed than the soldiers in the hail of bullets.
Still not as good as that bastard Okocha, Liu Lang sighed slightly in his heart. The trick he just learned from Okocha, the chief instructor of the special forces training camp, when he led the team to participate in the International Special Forces Competition, that guy is better than Liu Lang
To be more cruel, in order to reduce the thirty participating teams to a more scientific number of sixteen, on the first day of the training camp, a total of 180 special forces from thirty countries were sent out.
Only 70 people from sixteen countries managed to reach the finish line while crawling under the fire of heavy machine guns. The remaining ten countries gave up the competition, thirty people were seriously injured, fifteen people were permanently disabled due to serious injuries, and four people died on the spot.
Anyone hit by a 12.8mm caliber heavy machine gun will never be slightly injured.
Although the soldiers of the Special Brigade of the Independent Regiment who have received three months of brutal training are already considered the best soldiers of this era, there is obviously still a gap between them and future professional soldiers. Before they go into their own battle, this
It's their graduation ceremony.
Although cruel, the little eagle has always been kicked off the cliff by its parents before it can spread its wings and fly.
However, Liu Lang felt that the current level of stimulation was obviously not enough, especially when Ji Yanxue, a stupid woman, appeared.
Seeing Ji Yanxue running wildly with a medicine box and about to reach the battlefield where bullets were flying, the sweat on the foreheads of the two machine gunners broke out. They involuntarily raised the muzzles of their guns a little and looked at Liu Lang.
.
"If it were you, and you saw the enemy's medics going to save an enemy who just killed your comrades, would you follow the bullshit international regulations, let them go generously, and then wait for the two of them to have a drink and have a good time after the war?
Talk about the cruel memories of war?" Liu Lang shouted at the two soldiers with a cold face.
The most unseen news about Liu Lang's previous life was that a certain veteran visited China and confessed to the city where he had committed murderous crimes. The injustice of God allowing him to live to be over ninety years old was Liu Lang's greatest anger towards heaven.
Liu Lang has never been a generous person with the world in mind. In his opinion, every enemy who has killed his compatriots should repent with his life, not just with his mouth, especially when that country has reached eighty
Still arguing a few years later.
The two shooters could only grit their teeth and nod, then swung their guns and fired them behind Ji Yanxue.
An earth dragon that kept spitting out smoke and dust directly caught up with Ji Yanxue, who was still running wildly.