Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Ordinarily, with Fatty Wei's physical fitness, Li Zheng would never worry that he would lose.

However, the Marine Corps stationed at the base is not an idle person, that figure...

A round waist and broad shoulders are not enough to describe its robustness. It can be said that it is five big and three thick. It looks like a bison on the African prairie. A sense of strength oozes from every pore on the top and bottom of the mixed body.

Xiao Jun said to his old classmate Liu Lianchang: "Old Liu, you are a good soldier, and you seem to be an absolute power type."

Liu Lianchang smiled and said, "That's right, they practice wrestling at home."

Xiao Jun was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "You are just waiting for us to make a fool of yourself, right?"

Liu Lianchang said: "You can't say that. Look at you Jiaolong. It's on the news and on TV every day. All the soldiers in the base have seen it. I heard that you are coming, can you be a master?"

After finishing speaking, the corner of his mouth lifted into a meaningful smile, raised his chin to Fatty Wei who was not far away, and said, "However, your team members don't seem to be able to do it..."

Fatty Wei is really dying.

At this time, the race is only one-third of the way, and he is already behind by one parking space.

The player at the base is also in the second stage. At this time, his condition is at its peak. He has the advantage of the home court. The people who cheered and cheered are all his own people. Like a small wave caught by a huge wave, there is no sound at all.

What's more terrible is Fatty Wei himself.

It is not arrogance that he dares to step forward to challenge, he dares to go on the track only when he really piss.

As a result, after dragging for more than ten meters, Fatty Wei realized that something was wrong.

I don't know if it's because he stayed on the ship for too long. Fatty Wei always feels that he is out of shape. If you say that he has no strength, yes, but even so, he feels that he is only nine out of ten of what he used to be, and he just can't reach the peak.

Even though he put all his energy into breastfeeding, he still felt a little powerless.

I just watched the second-stage non-commissioned officer of the Marine Brigade pull the four-ton warrior car into the air like a bull in love, and screamed while pulling it back, wondering if it was a demonstration to himself Or demonstrate to the Jiaolong commando.

The soldier on the side is called excited.

After all, those who are competing in the same field at this time are the façade signs of the Navy's special forces - Jiaolong commando!

How can you not be excited to see your company's comrades defeating Jiaolong's team members on the spot?

Some people even whispered to the side that Mimi had already talked about it.

"It seems that Jiaolong is also very ordinary..."

"That's right, it's on the news every day, isn't it?"

"Don't you say that they are all recruited from the land combat unit? That's it?"

Quite a few people whispered, lol.

Although the scene was noisy, Zhang Jian and the other members of the Jiaolong team could tell their disappointment and contempt towards Jiaolong just by looking at their expressions.

"Fatty! Come on! What's wrong with you today?! Did you take laxatives?"

Fatty Wei heard the cries of his teammates, but he didn't dare to answer. At this moment, his whole body was suffocating on his legs and waist, and he felt like an inflated ball that was about to explode on the spot at any time. He opened his mouth will be discouraged.

He was in a hurry.

But it's useless to rush.

If you can't use your strength, you can't use your strength, just like being castrated.

As a result of this game, Fatty Wei lost nearly two parking spaces in the end.

When crossing the finish line, the winning marine brigade sergeant was rushed up by his comrades, grabbed his hands and feet and threw them into the sky. The excitement was even happier than that of the Chinese New Year.

On the other hand, Fatty Wei sat down on the ground after crossing the finish line, gasping for breath, as if he had lost half his life.

"Fatty, let's pick you up and throw you, I guess you haven't woken up on the boat, right?"

Qiang Yong squatted in front of Fatty Wei, teased him half-jokingly and half-seriously: "You went to the hospital just now, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Fatty Wei shook his head, then nodded suddenly: "Is it because of my constipation?"

When everyone heard it, they were all happy.

Li Zheng comforted him and said: "Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. If you lose, you lose. It's no big deal."

Fatty Wei sat on the ground, with a dissatisfied expression on his face, "I don't know what happened, I just can't exert myself..."

"I have rested on the ship for more than two months. Of course I am not used to it all of a sudden without any high-intensity training. It is normal." Hou Jun comforted him and said, "It is not in the state. If you recover here for a week, it is estimated that he will die. Not your opponent."

"Yes, yes, we have been raised on the ship for too long and have not recovered." Wang Haiyang also comforted: "This is his territory, and we practice here every day. We are newcomers and we have been floating on the sea for more than two months. Even a tiger has turned into a crab with soft feet."

Jiaolong lost, and the news immediately exploded among the soldiers of the base's marine brigade.

Liu Lianchang looked at his old classmate Xiao Jun, and said, Lao Xiao, seeing is worth seeing. When you were in the fleet, you were not like this. When you arrived in Africa, you are not acclimatized?
Xiao Jun was not provoked by his old classmates, but smiled lightly: "Old Liu, don't take advantage of it and act like a good boy. How can your soldiers win? You are like a mirror in your heart."

Lien-chang Liu was startled for a moment, and then asked in embarrassment: "Then tell me, what did I take advantage of?"

Xiao Jun pointed to Fatty Wei not far away and said, "My soldier just went to your hospital. Do you know why? Vitamin deficiency, constipation."

Lien-chang Liu smiled and said, "What's wrong? You can't poop and think the earth has no gravity? Is this strength-type subject related to constipation?"

Xiao Jun said: "People with vitamin deficiency have a characteristic, that is, their physical strength has declined severely. What's more, they have been on the ship for more than two months, and they have never stepped on land. When you just landed, compare them with my soldiers. Strength type? Why don’t you let them compete with you for a ten-kilometer cross-country race here? Or, you compete with others? For example, CQB, such as sniping, can you win this kind of technical subjects?”

There are more than 20 subjects in this "East African Warrior" competition, many of which are physical and strength-based subjects, such as carrying a boat with an armed force and running for 200 meters. Head quasi-tactical movement...

Or [-] kilometers off-road, wearing a gas mask for the last mile to simulate passing through a chemically poisoned zone...

These are all fitness and strength subjects.

But not all of these subjects, there are also CQB confrontation, sniper, special driving and other subjects.

These look at personal skills, which are technical subjects.

In fact, Liu Lianchang didn't know how and where his people won, and Xiao Jun was right.

But as a soldier, no one is willing to bow his head and admit defeat.

So he straightened his neck and said, "I don't believe in this evil. Our battalion is also an elite land force, and we have been here for a long time. As far as the location is concerned, we have all the advantages. If we really do it, we may not lose."

Xiao Jun wanted to go back to eat, and felt that his old classmate was also annoying, so he asked him: "Are you sure? Why don't you choose a technical subject and let's compare it?"

Lien-chang Liu couldn't get off the tiger, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "Compare!" (End of this chapter)