Ballistic Silence of Special Years

The temperature has reached 32 degrees. Although country W has mountains with an altitude of more than 4000 meters, it also has plains.

And the camp is on the plain.

Just as Li Zheng and his convoy drove into the Army Special Forces base, in another camp less than three kilometers away from them, Sergeant Jason and Second Lieutenant Hughes were sitting in a camp surrounded by sandbags and camouflage nets. Enjoy the cool air in a semi-open awning.

They asked people from the anti-terrorist team to build two semi-beds like beach chairs out of wooden boards, and put a simple handmade wooden table in the middle. On the table was an old-fashioned cassette player, playing a song called The music of "Hawaiian Grass Hut".

Hughes and Jason were wearing short sleeves, sunglasses, and even shorts. They lay sprawled on the deck chairs, drinking iced Coke, listening to music, feeling at ease, occasionally raised their heads slightly, and looked at the Those members of the anti-terrorism force of country W who were running around the field in the scorching sun were sweating, if there is anything that is not pleasing to the eye, they will yell——

"Hey! It's too slow, your 90-year-old grandma can run faster than you!"

Hughes took a sip of pity, picked up the towel on the armrest and wiped his forehead with enjoyment, then looked at the somewhat manic Jason, and couldn't help persuading him: "Jason, don't vent your anger On these poor guys, they are innocent."

After speaking, Tan Tanshou made a very kind gesture.

He knew Jason was upset, very upset.

Four days ago, they came here on the instructions of the Special Operations Command for a three-month short-term training.

For this kind of training, both of them were unhappy.

the reason is simple.

They are Delta Force, the famous D-BOY!

The Green Berets have always been responsible for such crap as agent training. As a member of D Force, what you have to do is to deploy globally and fight with your opponents in every battlefield, not face them here. A group of so-called "anti-terrorism team members" who are not even a beginner, teach them so-called "special operations".

In their view, if special operations can be compared based on academic qualifications, these people do not count as kindergarten level, and they all graduated with a Ph.D. How to teach them?
Simply overkill!
"Those bloody bureaucrats in the Pentagon!"

Jason finished yelling at the players, then lay down again and started cursing.

He has been scolding his mother since he entered the camp.

Because of being stationed here, his vacation was cancelled. Although he was promised a lot of subsidies, they had been deployed in country L for nine months before, and they were about to go back for a rotation vacation. They didn't expect to encounter such a mess and delay here it is.

It has been a year since I completed the training here and returned to my motherland.

"The captain and the others are all back on vacation, leaving us here! I think the captain should stay here himself. He is more capable than me, and should take on this important task, not me! FK!"

At the end, he was excited again.

"Jason, are you eating gunpowder? Looking at you, I don't even dare to smoke anymore. I'm afraid you will explode in place if you light a lighter."

As an old comrade in arms, Hughes seemed to see something wrong.

Although Jason has always been known in the team for his bad breath and bad temper, he is far from being so irrational that he can't stop cursing for days on end.

"Do you have any psychological problems? If so, you can write a report to your superiors and apply to see a doctor at a nearby base."

Hughes frowned and asked his teammates worriedly.

Jason didn't make a sound this time. He lay on the couch and remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, he reached out to pick up the coke bottle next to him, pressed it to his mouth and took a sip, then licked his lips, paused a few times before he wanted to speak, and finally spoke.

"Mary broke up with me."

"Ah?" Hughes was stunned: "What?!"

"I said, I broke up with Mary." Jason suddenly went into a rage again: "FK! Hughes, how many times do you want me to answer? Don't you think I'm not miserable enough?! The vacation is gone, and the girlfriend ran away ...FK...I'm going back to find the bastard she cheated on, and I'm going to use a knife to crack his balls for whiskey!"

Hughes spread out his slightly benevolent hands again: "Oh! God, Jason, please don't do this, you are a soldier, and doing such a thing would be demeaning of your identity."

"Identity? What identity?" Jason complained dissatisfiedly: "In the eyes of those politicians in the Pentagon, I am not as good as a dog. Dogs can still rest. How many days do you think I rest throughout the year?!"

"SIR!"

A black military officer from Country W came over and asked the two of them respectfully, "What do we need to do tonight?"

Hughes looked at Jason, and Jason looked around a little annoyed.

"Damn, I'm tired of the sheep here, do you have any beef here? I want to eat good beef!"

"Good beef..." The black officer Saba was a little embarrassed.

After all, here, cattle are still quite useful farming tools for the time being. At present, agriculture in country W has not yet been mechanized.

If it is edible cattle, not to mention expensive, good ones are hard to find.

It’s okay to be in the capital, but in such a remote place...

Hughes made a siege and said, "Jason, just spare this poor guy, where can he get you good beef!? Do you think this is in our own country or in Australia?"

After finishing speaking, he turned to Saba and said, "It's the old rule tonight, get some mutton and chicken, and prepare more beer. Come over with a few of you officers tonight, and have a BBQ!"

Hughes has always been a gentle person, and Saba knew that he was easy to deal with, so he nodded with a smile: "Okay, SIR! I will arrange it."

Just as Saba turned around, Hughes suddenly remembered something and stopped him: "Saba!"

"SIR!" Saba turned back.

Hughes asked: "Didn't you say that the Chinese will arrive today? Why haven't they come yet as the sun is almost setting?"

Saba said: "It's true that it hasn't arrived yet, and I don't know the exact time, but I know they will arrive today, and the new camp of the Army Special Forces is just opposite. I have already sent someone to observe on the watchtower. Report the news here."

"Okay." Hughes waved his hand: "Go and do your work."

After speaking, lie back in your chair.

Jason said: "I think those bureaucrats in the Pentagon just want to fight against the rabbits, so we come here to train them in special operations for these guys who don't even know what is called reaction shooting, cut!"

He smiled contemptuously, and looked at the anti-terrorist team members who were still running to death on the field.

"I heard that they were trained by the Belgians?"

"The Gauls trained too," Hughes said.

"That's it?" Jason said, "Teaching at this level? Are you sure those guys weren't on vacation when they were training them?"

Hughes unhurriedly lit a cigarette and said, "Jason, our people trained them too."

"..." Jason was speechless.

"It's just a training camp run by the Green Berets," Hughes said.

Only then did Jason become arrogant again: "Let me just say, those guys in the Green Berets are just messing with their salaries!"

Suddenly, a soldier ran over and saluted in front of the two of them.

"Report sir, the rabbit has arrived."

"arrive?"

Hughes sat up from the couch all at once.

Then he reached out and pushed Jason aside.

"Hey! It's here!"

Jason has also regained his energy. He has been bored for the past few days, and he has long wanted to find something to do.

He immediately got up, picked up the camouflage uniform hanging in the shed and put it on, then took the gun and tactical vest he had placed beside the recliner, put on the boonie hat, and said to the soldier: "Prepare the car, tell Saba, call him Come here and follow us to the Army Special Forces training camp."

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