Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Li Zheng didn't know how many times he ran that night.

From one kilometer to two kilometers, and then to three kilometers, run repeatedly.

He didn't dare to ask instructor No. 5 when he was a head, anyway, he ran as he was told, and he ran numb in the end.

Every time I came back from running, I had to immediately connect to that instrument and lie on my stomach for sniping at different distances.

From 100 meters to 600 meters, different running distances plus different sniper distances.

"Get up."

Instructor No. 5 sat on the mazar, looked at the six people who had run half to death, and urged: "Don't you special warfare brigade practice physical fitness? Why are you so poor in physical fitness?"

Li Zheng stood up unsteadily from the target position, inspected the gun, and followed the crowd to the No. 5 instructor.

Under the light, Li Zheng saw the sweat on the face of Hou Jun next to him like a small waterfall.

Then look at Zhang Jian who is standing on the other side of him, he is no different from a dog who has been chased and beaten for nine streets, only gasping for breath.

"Instructor..."

Zhang Jian wanted to call for a report.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, his already overwhelmed stomach couldn't take it anymore, and he vomited out with a wow.

Then he squatted down and spit out mouthful after mouthful.

I have to say that Li Zheng hadn't tried running until he vomited for a long time.

I remember the last time I vomited was in the first year of recruits, and in the second year I was in peacekeeping in country L, and the training basically did not make people vomit.

Zhang Jian's vomit brought about a chain reaction. Others didn't vomit at first, but seeing Zhang Jian vomiting profusely there, I couldn't help it anymore. The web of digested food arches all the way to the mouth...

"Instructor...I also..."

Li Qiman just raised his hand, but he didn't finish his sentence, and then he also vomited.

Instructor No. 5 frowned, waved his hand and said, "Go to the side and spit it out. I'll give you 10 minutes. We'll continue after we spit it out."

Among the six people, even Hou Jun vomited, leaving only one Li Zheng who did not vomit.

Li Zheng didn't even dare to watch them vomit. His throat felt sweet when he saw them, and he felt the urge to vomit all over the river.

"Instructor, how many times do we have to run?"

He couldn't help but ask No. 5 instructor, hoping to get an answer.

Li Zheng's mentality is pretty good, he can't escape this disaster anyway tonight, he needs to have a certainty about when he will run, it's better than running in a daze with no end in sight.

Instructor No. 5 looked at the computer, tapped the keyboard and said, "There are still about five times, not many."

Li Zheng's mind was a little numb, and he turned around desperately a few times, thinking about how many kilometers it was five times?

But unfortunately, he really couldn't think of it, his mind was in a mess, the blood oxygen had been supplied to other parts of the body to restore strength, how could he squeeze out the extra amount for his brain to think.

Instructor No. 5 seemed to see through Li Zheng's reaction, and asked him with a smile, "Are you wondering how many kilometers to run? Have you figured it out yet?"

Li Zheng shook his head, sweat dripping off his face.

Instructor No. 5 said: "It's fine if you can't figure it out. It's normal for a rookie like you not to be able to figure it out. My soldiers have to take a calculation test after a day of intensive training. If they can figure it out, your first It’s not normal to experience something like this once.”

Then he slapped his hand, shook it three times and said, "There are still 15 kilometers left, not much."

He looked at his watch.

"Hurry up, it's past 12 o'clock, don't you want to spend the night here at the shooting range?"

Li Zheng was finally relieved when he heard that it was 15 kilometers.

Not much, not much.

15 kilometers only...

Endure it.

Instructor No. 5 seemed to be in a good mood. Li Zheng asked him while the iron was hot: "Instructor, what's the use of running away and attacking again and again?"

"What's the use?" Instructor No. 5 smiled: "Let's put it this way, you usually go to participate in competitions. When you are in good condition, the difference in results is actually very small, but the real test of strength is the sniper accuracy in extreme conditions. In addition, shooting when people are exhausted to the extreme is the easiest way to expose their own problems and magnify the small flaws that are usually not easy to detect to the extreme. Therefore, letting you run is to expose your weakest side. And Through the monitoring of the equipment, find out where your weakness is, whether it is a problem of breathing control or pulling the trigger, or the problem of aiming at the wrong situation when you are extremely tired, understand?"

He looked at the computer screen.

"From now on, the stability between you and No. 25 is good. Let's put it this way, according to my standards, I can give you 60 points, which is qualified. The others..."

Having said that, he shook his head.

"To take the top three in the sniper competition of the whole army, I guess I have to add more steel fire to hammer it hard."

Instructor No. 5 was quite open and honest. It was only then that Li Zheng remembered why he always looked at them and smiled before the 20th, always reminding them not to eat too much.

The most terrible thing is that everyone still doesn't believe it.

They all felt that on the 20th, they ate a lot, but they told themselves not to eat, which was deliberately playing tricks on themselves. Only now did they understand what it means to not listen to the words of the veterans, and you will suffer in front of your eyes.

I also experienced this when Emotional No. 20 came in. I am afraid that there is no shortage, so I reminded them to eat less.

After the others finished vomiting, instructor No. 5 gathered everyone again and repeated the boring and maddening test procedure before.

15 kilometers, heavy cross-country plus night sniper.

It is not difficult to take these two items apart in normal times. After all, they are all soldiers of the special warfare brigade.

But when you mix them together, things get complicated.

By 1 am, the test was finally complete.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, instructor No. 5 walked up to them with a frown and announced a news.

"It looks like some of you are going back."

"return to?"

Li Zheng's scalp, which was already not numb, became numb again.

He thought he had heard it wrong.

Hou Jun quickly asked: "Instructor, haven't we come here for 15 days of training? Our brigade commander also said that we will come here for 15 days."

Instructor No. 5 said: "Your brigade commander? That's your brigade commander, not our brigade commander. We don't have a brigade commander here."

The implication is that solemnity does not count.

The six people were suddenly dumbfounded.

You look at me, I look at you.

Even though Li Zheng usually has more ink and more theories in his stomach, he can't say a word that can be used to refute it at this moment.

Instructor No. 5 said nothing wrong.

This is not the Tiger Brigade. Even if Zhuang Yan is the brigade commander, it is not easy to work here.

Hou Jun was still making the final struggle. As the oldest soldier among the six, he couldn't see someone was about to be dismissed from training as soon as he came.

Where does this follow?

I have participated in so many training camps, I have tried at the whole army level, I have never heard of someone who retired on the first day...

Isn't this bullshit?

After sitting on the plane for so long, waiting with great fanfare, I had a meal here, ran a heavy cross-country all night, and then...

Then there is no more?
Return?
gone back?
"Instructor, I beg you to clarify the reason for withdrawing from the training. We have only been here for a long time, how can we withdraw in half a day?!"