"Gossip is a woman's nature and has nothing to do with pregnancy, okay?" Yun Xi slapped away Yun Lingfeng's hand pinching her cheek, looked at him and said, "Brother, how far have you developed?"
Yun Lingfeng clasped his index finger and thumb, flicked Yun Xi's forehead, and said: "When did your girl's mind become so unhealthy? It must be Kuang Long who taught you bad things!"
"Arctic Wolf, do you rely on me for this?"
Luo Hao instantly felt that he was almost more wronged than Dou E, and retorted to Yun Lingfeng: "I didn't say anything!"
"Obviously it's my fault, and I still rely on others!" Yun Xi said in support. Please search () to see the most complete!
"The married sister is the water thrown out."
Yun Lingfeng said with a heartbroken look: "I have abandoned my own brother now. When I was a child, I loved you in vain!"
"Grandpa, you are still waiting at home. Come home quickly." Luo Hao glanced at Yang Xiaoting, who looked a little embarrassed, and said, "Grandpa is anxious to meet his future grandson-in-law."
"Why do I feel like I'm being forced into marriage?"
Yun Lingfeng whispered, turned to Nighthawk and said, "Will you go back to Yun's house with us?"
Nighthawk shook his head and said, "I want to see the master first."
Nighthawk returned to China with Yun Lingfeng and Yang Xiaoting this time just to visit his master, the legendary being in the sniper world, Qin Mo, Fang Munan!
No taxi driver knows where Nighthawk is going. Even if Nighthawk shows the way, the taxi will probably be stopped as soon as it reaches the foot of the mountain.
Therefore, Luo Hao gave the Grand Cherokee he drove to Nighthawk, and called Zhao Tianyu. After reporting the situation, he hailed a taxi and headed to Yun's house.
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The place Nighthawk is going to is Special Operations Training Base No. 000, known as the "cradle of elite special forces" and also known as the "Red Flag" school to the outside world.
This is a special operations training base that cannot be found on the map. It is located in the mountains about 20 kilometers away from Dragon Cave, surrounded by dense, deep and uninhabited primitive jungle.
Extending from the center of the No. 000 Special Operations Training Base, it stretches for tens of kilometers and is all covered by a shielding layer. Even if a military-grade low-Earth orbit satellite is used for reconnaissance with the highest resolution, the captured images are only green.
Lin Hai.
The No. 000 Special Operations Training Base has its own helicopter airport. In addition to using helicopters to enter the training base, there is only an asphalt road stretching for tens of kilometers to reach the No. 000 Special Operations Training Base.
The black Grand Cherokee was speeding along the asphalt road, and when the Grand Cherokee was driving past the mountain road, in the dense forest on both sides of the asphalt road, sniper teams wearing ghillie suits and buried in dead leaves stared at the cars speeding in front of them.
And passing by, there was a Grand Cherokee with a civilian license plate.
If the principal hadn't said hello in advance, the Grand Cherokee would have been stopped when it entered the military restricted area belonging to the "red flag" school.
After Nighthawk parked the car at the gate of Hongqi School, he picked up the salted duck, Wuliangye, salt and pepper peanuts placed on the passenger seat, pushed the door open and got out of the car.
Nighthawk did not graduate from the Red Flag School. Except for having been here a few times when he was still in the Longyin Army, he was not familiar with this "cradle of elite special forces".
Fang Munan was seriously injured in the last battle with "Dark Moon" and lost a leg, so he left the Longyin Army and came here to retire.
Nighthawk stood at the door of Hongqi School and took a deep look at the door covered with camouflage netting. When he was about to walk into Red Flag School, a sentry trotted over, saluted Nighthawk and asked
: "Comrade, this is an absolute military restricted area. Who are you looking for?"
Nighthawk took out the Longyin Army armband that once belonged to him and the military ID card that had turned yellow from his pocket, handed it to the sentry, and said: "I'm here to see Fang...Old Fang, Cheng Ying and I are here.
I said hello."
"Second Lieutenant Qin Feiyang!"
The sentry clicked his heels together, stood up straight, saluted Nighthawk, and returned the Longyin Army armband and military officer's ID card to Nighthawk.
Nighthawk put away his armband and military ID card and walked into the Red Flag School.
In the open space, a group of little carrot heads, only seven or eight years old, wearing jungle camouflage uniforms, were sitting cross-legged on the open ground, cleaning their guns.
In front of these little carrot heads, there is a piece of cloth each, and five guns are placed on the cloth. Among these five guns are the domestic 95-1 assault rifle, the hk416 automatic rifle of hk company, and the scar-l assault rifle of Belgian fn company.
, the P226 pistol of the Swiss SIG company, and the Beretta 92fs pistol.
These little carrots skillfully took apart the gun, cleaned it, and then put it back together again. Their movements were extremely skillful. Judging from their familiarity with firearms, it is difficult to equate them with their true age.
While ordinary children are still watching cartoons and playing with various novel toys, these future elites of the special forces have already started to deal with firearms.
It can be said that every student who graduates from the Red Flag School is not only a special operations elite who is proficient in special operations, but also a light weapons expert who is good at firearm modification and even making his own weapons.
When passing by the outdoor tactical training ground, Nighthawk saw that groups of students were entering the tactical training ground one by one to conduct simulated tactical confrontations. These students were older than the little carrots who were wiping their guns just now.
Some, almost eleven or twelve years old.
Nighthawk carried salted duck, two bottles of Wuliangye, two kilograms of salt and pepper peanuts, and some other cold vegetables in his hands, and walked all the way to the logistics base of Hongqi School.
After Fang Munan retired from the Longyin Army, the principals of the Red Flag School, including Luo Lin, who was the deputy chief at the time, tried to persuade Fang Munan to serve as the chief sniper instructor of the Red Flag School, but they were all rejected by Fang Munan, who preferred to stay at the logistics base.
Warehouse, cleaning, or fixing a broken car.
If it hadn't been for meeting his junior brother, Nighthawk could be sure that his master would never have another disciple in his life.
Hongqi School was too big. Nighthawk walked along the road at his feet for almost an hour and asked several people along the way before finally finding the garage where Fang Munan was.
A Warrior Jeep was parked at the door of the garage. The hood of the car was held up by poles. Under the car was a figure wearing jungle camouflage uniform. When the wind blew through the left trouser leg of the man under the car, the trouser leg was
The wind swayed slightly - the trouser leg tubes were empty!
Looking at Fang Munan who was still busy under the car, Nighthawk's eyes turned red unconsciously.