Ghost Doctor Divine Farmer

In this autumn when the tiger is still raging, the national jungle special forces competition began.

Special brigades from major military regions, sea and air force and other places gathered together.

This time of year is the season for special forces examination.

How many special forces are there all over the country?

No one knows!

We only know that the number of special combat teams participating on behalf of each military region this time is 2000, with a total of more than 100 special combat teams.

These people are special forces among the special forces of the military regions. They will represent the honor of the military regions.

In the director's Department, officers from various special bases and commanders of some military regions gathered together.

Deng Zhitong glanced at the "old friends" around him and smiled involuntarily.

"Commander Deng, you look confident today!"

A major general saw Deng Zhitong's strange smile and came over.

"Where, where!"

The smile on Deng Zhitong's face was immediately put away.

"Go ahead! Do you have any killer mace? "

"Where do I have any killer mace?"

Deng Zhitong strongly denied.

"What are you laughing at?"

The major general did not believe in Tao.

"I can't be happy when so many old friends get together?"

"I should be happy, but how can I feel weird when you are happy? Come on, is there any killer mace? "

The major general smiled.

"As I said just now, there is no killer mace, just be happy!"

How dare Deng Zhitong admit now that he has brought a special force.

"You, you! We are all old comrades in arms from the same army. Who doesn't know who? "

The major general shook his fingers in front of Deng Zhitong and said helplessly.

However, the major general did not take it to heart. In the special forces confrontation every year, each force has its own preparation. So it's the absorption of a talented sniper, or what new equipment appears.

It's a tacit secret.

At the beginning of the competition ordered by the director department, the planes at various airports took off and put these special forces in the designated area to "kill each other". Decide which army will win with the final number of people.

The role of the director's department is to monitor and judge the killed people and "withdraw" from the competition without affecting the competition.

At the beginning of the match, the jungle was quiet.

Half a day later, the first shot was fired, and then there were shots all over the jungle.

The whole jungle is in a mess. Maybe it's your newly allied friend who killed you.

Maybe two or three ambulances calculated and killed each other.

In the director's Department, the directors of several troops sat together, chatted and farted, and each began to boast.

They just boast about how powerful their troops are.

A few supervisors felt bored, so they directly got a few boxes of wine in the tent next door and began to fight for wine.

Drinking during work is a privilege only those old scouts who have participated in the war.

But after helping people drink wine, boasting is more ferocious.

Perhaps some people can only brag to suppress the pain in their hearts, while others can only brag to bring a trace of honor comfort to their dead brothers.

More old officers drank wine silently.

Without exception, they were scouts who had participated in the ten-year war.

"You say, can their tactical quality surpass us?"

At this time, a gray haired Senior Colonel put down his glass and asked.

"Modern people eat much better than we did, and their physical quality is far inferior to that of people in our time! But now we pay more attention to technology. We had everything in those days, only a broken gun! "

"Yes! Technology is improving! If someone now holds a broken gun and wins over those opponents with advanced weapons and equipment, I will definitely look up at this army! "

"Don't say you won, as long as you are invincible, I will look up to it! Special operations, the ultimate test is people! The training ground and competition ground are far worse than the environment of the real battlefield! "

……

Several people talked and drank, and they were all drunk.

Some people recalled the process of fighting in the jungle and cried bitterly.

After crying, he lay on the ground and went to sleep.

Unexpectedly, when they fell asleep, great changes began to take place in the whole jungle.

In the director's Department, a group of people looked at the highlights of various signs on the screen and talked one after another.

"So many special combat teams work together, this is to do something!"

"Is it such a big skill that so many teams should put down their grievances and work together to deal with it?"

"Lying in the trough, the mobilization of thousands of people is so orderly. What's going to happen?"

……

In the director department, Deng Zhitong saw the changes on the screen. His original good mood changed in an instant.

People don't know what happened here and there. Doesn't he know?

So many people unite, absolutely to deal with Xiao Ning and them.

Suddenly, Deng Zhitong's relaxed mood was broken, and his heart beat rapidly.

Although they have made similar confrontations in their own base. There are several conditions conducive to the victory of Xiao Ning and others.

Although there are many special forces in the base, it is not a little worse than the top special forces in the country. Another is the degree of familiarity with the terrain.

I don't know if Xiao Ning can stand such an elite siege?

There is tension in my heart, but the confidence on my face still hasn't decreased much.

He added ten people to the team, and Xiao Ning had a team of fourteen. At first, Xiao Ning's four men could win the game against more than 400 opponents. This time, the fourteen men face more than 1000 opponents.

Although the opponent's military quality is much higher, it can't hold the minds of so many people who have their own ideas!

On the huge map of the director's Department, all kinds of light spots flicker and go out.

The two sides are on fire.

Deng Zhitong stared at the screen without blinking.

Deng Zhitong spent the whole night in tension. He smiled when he saw a large number of light spots flickering and disappearing on the screen at dawn.

As he imagined, the team of more than a thousand people clashed.

Call~

Deng Zhitong breathed a sigh of relief.

A group of drunken officers got up, finished washing, rubbed their aching heads and came to the director's department.

Several officers met and began to say hello.

"Lao Fang, I don't know what happened to those boys in your base?"

"I guess, I don't know where the spoils are distributed under the mountain forest?"

"What if you were captured?"

"Prisoner? You see, the soldiers I brought here are prisoners at the meeting. It's impossible to die in battle! "

……

When such a group of officers stepped into the director's Department, the officers in the director's Department turned their heads and looked at them with strange eyes.

Several special base officers were stunned.

What are these eyes?

"What are you doing? No work! What are you looking at? "

"Are my men going to surprise me?"

A senior colonel smiled.

"Yes! Lao Luo, your men have brought you a great surprise! "

Deng Zhitong came over with a smile.

After a sleepless night, Deng Zhitong was not sleepy, but more energetic.

Things went better than he thought.

His team did not disappoint him. Surrounded by thousands of people, they rushed out and killed many opponents. That's all. At the same time, they kept confusing their opponents by taking advantage of their physical advantages, pretending to be opponents and provoking the relationship between their opponents everywhere.

"These boys, I knew I wouldn't be disappointed!" The officer who called Lao Luo was very hospitable, and then turned his words and asked, "what surprise did these cubs give me?"

"The whole army is destroyed! Ha ha ha... "

Deng Zhitong laughed.

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