"Report to the captain, my name is Su Huikai!"

After looking through the sound, he found this guy named Su Huikai.

The moment Zhuangyan heard the name, she almost laughed out loud.

Su Hui is blooming, Su Hui is blooming, Su Hua is blooming...

This is obviously the name of a big girl, but it is used on a big man as thick as a black bear.

When you see a person, a huge visual contrast immediately makes the solemn feel a huge impact.

This "Flower Blooming" comrade was actually a big and thick man with a round waist and wide waist.

His height is 1.8 meters tall and his face is obviously a powerful player.

"Su Huikai..." Han Zixiu said this name, as if he had found a target in the information on the personnel list, "I remember you, the soldier of the second company of the reconnaissance brigade of the Group A Army, and the reserve member of the H Provincial Boxing Team, right?"

"Report to the captain! It's me!" The big black Su Hui answered in a muffled voice.

"Don't worry, if you can run past your squad leader, I will let you get rid of training tomorrow and stay in our special forces brigade."

"Really!?" Su Huikai grinned and showed her neat white teeth.

"Dream!" Han Zixiu said: "It's daytime now!"

Su Huikai stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to continue talking.

After all, he just said this half-jokingly.

The squad leader is bare-handed and he is full-fitting. How can he compare?

"One row and one discharge, from one row to six rows, put a batch every 2 minutes!" Han Zixuan waved his hand, and Luo Ping'an immediately shouted to his own row of soldiers: "One row is ready!"

Everyone came over and stood at the starting line quickly, with Sun Hongjian and Zhang Zhiang holding stopwatches in their hands.

Han Zixiu blew his whistle.

"Run!" Luo Ping'an slapped the solemn backpack beside him like a farmer driving sheep.

Zhuang Yan didn't say much, and ran away just after striking his legs.

The other two squad leaders in the row were running at the front of the team.

The team is fast, they are faster.

Luo Ping'an was like a border herder, jumping back and forth, shouting at every team member who was training, reminding them to pay attention to time.

After leaving the camp, I ran along the mountain road.

"Not bad! Keep the speed!" Luo Ping'an said: "It's obvious that you can achieve this speed now. It would be too embarrassing to run within 19 minutes! It would be embarrassing to your own old troops!"

In fact, Zhuang Yan thought this kind of test was very simple, and he couldn't figure out why he wanted to perform this kind of test.

They are not new recruits, most of them are top players like backbone squad leaders. Even if they are not top players like Xu Xingguo, they will not be much worse.

The five-kilometer route in this camp is all yellow soil road. In fact, it is to run around the three mountains and start running around the third mountain.

This kind of road is not much different from the mountain road that the teaching team runs during training.

Zhuang Yan has been running in the first echelon. He was careful and did not try his best because he always felt that there was still a pit behind him.

It's impossible to finish it that simple.

If the special brigade's training is simply running a five-kilometer off-road in full equipment, it is required to be within 19 minutes. Wouldn't most of the squad leaders of the training team be able to join the special brigade?

Sure enough, the solemn premonition was once again confirmed.

When the soldiers in a row just returned to the shooting range and crossed the finish line, Han Zibao pointed his hand at the target position: "Go over now, you can use a 100-meter chest ring target shooting in one minute! The minimum standard is 48 rings, allowing you to have two chances of making mistakes. Start!"

Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I suddenly asked for accurate shooting, which was really deadly.

The shooting range here is very large, and colleagues can accommodate 40 team members to shoot together. A 81-1 style has been placed on each target, and a chest ring target has been erected on the opposite side.

Very thoughtful!

I know that everyone plays 95 on the first day, and I also prepare 81-1.

One minute.

Zhuang Yan quickly ran to the shooting ground line and found a target with no one to lie down.

This is really not a difficult task for a shooting keen player.

He was glad that he had not done his best just now. If he had tried his best, he would probably have insufficient blood supply to his brain because he suddenly stopped after a long-distance raid.

The most deadly thing is breathing.

Zhuang Yan has received professional shooting training and is a master of gun playing. He has also been tempered by the top shooting training team. He is the first to fire a gun in the entire row.

Wow—

Ten rings!

Han Zixiu stood in the distance with a smile, and his attention was on his solemn body.

This kid listens to what he likes.

The performance did not disappoint myself!

Wow—

The second shot.

Still ten rings!

He began to look at the prelude and turned his eyes to other soldiers.

Judging from the solemn state, there will be almost no problems.

However, among the 30 soldiers on the shooting ground line, not each was as calm as solemn.

On one of the target positions, the second squad leader Zuo Jun was yelling at a soldier named Cui Geng: "Shoot! Why don't you shoot yet! 40 seconds left! 39 seconds! 38 seconds!"

Cui Geng's eyes were turning black. It was not good to have a clearance and gap, and Zuo Jun's roar made him even more panicked...

Wow—

Eight Rings…

"Look at what gun you shot! Eight rings! All the remaining 4 guns you have to have 10 rings, otherwise you will get out!"

The blue veins on Zuo Jun's temples were bulging, and he was so ruthless that he cursed.

Han Zixiu stood not far away and stopped and looked, shook his head slightly.

He knew that Cui Geng was finished.

Almost every soldier who fired a little delay would be bent over by the squad leader who rushed up like a mad dog and shouted, as if he wanted to eat people.

The solemn test gun, who had already fired five shots, stood up and looked around.

Looking at the squad leader's actions, he knew very well that this was deliberately putting pressure on the team members.

What a good shooter requires is to be calm and calm, calm and calm, even if the storm waves pounce on you, you can still aim calmly and fire without distraction.

This is the conclusion that Zhuang Yan summed up from the top training teams.

Gao Xiaoyang's lesson told himself that if you are confused, you will lose.

On the battlefield, if you confront a master, it is equivalent to losing your life!

Luo Ping'an walked to Zhuang Yan, looked at the gun on the ground, then looked at the target opposite him, nodded and said, "Your kid's shooting skills are good."

"It's not OK, I still have to learn more from the class monitor!" Zhuang Yan immediately stood attentively and pretended to be extremely modest.

"Ah!" Luo Ping'anqi said: "It's really not as solemn as I saw in the teaching team of the 1st Division. Why are you suddenly so humble?"

Zhuangyan thought, damn, how can you not be humble?

Where is this?

This is your territory for the squad leader, I am not humble, am I not looking for shit (death)?

Anyway, Zhuang Yan knew it well. He was a high-profile person and a low-key person. If he was a dragon, he would lie down first, and if he was a tiger, he would lie down first. After the selection and training, he would talk about it.

"It is appropriate to learn from the class monitor!" Zhuang Yan continued without changing his expression.

"Okay!" Luo Ping'an seemed to see a clue and said, "You kid, just keep pretending!"

After that, I walked away with my hands behind my back.

After the first row finished playing, a new target was erected on the opposite side, and the second row also returned to the finish line.

There was another ping-and-pong gunfire. The second row was taken down, and it was the third row that had just returned.

After everyone finished playing, Han Zixiu gathered everyone and raised the report card in his hand.

"Guess, how many people didn't meet the requirements this time?"

In the team, some of the team members' faces turned pale.

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Chapter completed!