Just when Zhang Neng was worried about his power delta wing project in the hospital, Zhuang Yan was already thousands of miles away.

Time, one pm.

Location: Somewhere in the south, jungle.

The solemn and serious, covered with oil paint on their faces, were wearing auspicious clothes and moving forward carefully in the jungle.

When I arrived under a big tree, I clenched my fists solemnly, signaling that the Serious behind me to stop moving forward.

After observing the surroundings, I confirmed that there was no suspicion. Solemn raised my hand and made a tactical sign saying "get closer to me".

Seriously held his waist and touched Zhuang Yan's side with his hands and feet.

"No one."

As he spoke, he raised his wrist and looked at the black electronic watch.

"It's time very good, but now the sun is too big. I guess even if I get close to the target, it may be very difficult to get close to it and snipe."

Seriously took out the map from his hand, took out the compass and GPS positioner, compared it with the position, and said, "There is 1.8 kilometers left."

"Think about it!" Zhuangyan made up his mind: "Don't go over now, the past is asking for death. King Han Yan is responsible for observation near the target, and I think he should be careful."

Seriously said: "It's really a stump for target sniping in broad daylight."

Zhuang Yan said: "It's okay, eat something first, replenish your energy, and then sneak into the 1,000-meter range and wait for the opportunity."

Seriously said: "Do you want to wait for the weather to change?"

Zhuang Yan looked up at the sky and thoughtfully said, "Don't you feel very stuffy? I see, 80% of the chance will rain later. As long as the weather gets cloudy, even during the day, it will be much better than getting closer to the target now."

Yan Su smiled and said, "Zhuang Yan, how many groups do you think are waiting for the weather to come down like us?"

Zhuang Yan shook her head and said, "I don't know, anyway, if you have a brain, you will think so."

Seriously took out the compressed dry food, carefully tore the packaging, took out the dry food inside, broke it apart, and handed half to Zhuangyan.

Zhuangyan took the dry food, threw it into her mouth, chewed it a few times, and then picked up the kettle and drank a sip of water. To be honest, it has been five days since the Air Force ground staff barracks, and they have been eating individual rations. This thing really has no taste. For soldiers who have been training abroad all year round, it is just a piece of "food" that fills their stomachs and replenishes energy. In addition, it cannot be caught with any details such as "taste".

Using this method, it is easiest to swallow and the easiest to solve the problem of hunger. Otherwise, if you swallow slowly and chew slowly, you will be so disgusted that you want to throw away the sand-like compressed biscuits to feed the dog.

The compressed biscuits turned into a mud under the action of water and quickly swallowed them into their stomachs.

If you have some goods in your stomach, you will not feel empty and feel a sense of weakness, and you will feel much more at ease.

People are iron, and food is steel. If you don’t eat for a meal, you will be hungry.

Hunger is one of the biggest threats soldiers face during field combat.

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt a tingling pain in his ankle.

He looked down and couldn't see anything, so he carefully took off his combat boots.

"Dog god!"

He murmured softly, stretched out his hand to pull off two mountain lees from his ankle.

"How did this ghost get in?"

Zhuangyan felt very strange.

The trouser legs were tucked into the combat boots. I was already careful enough, afraid that I was afraid of such things, but I didn't expect to be hit.

"See if you were hit?" Zhuang Yan reminded Yan Sheng.

Yan Su quickly took off his boots, checked them, and immediately smiled bitterly.

"I was also caught."

As he said that, he pulled off two lees and threw them away.

"This thing is really annoying."

He smeared the blood, put on his boots, and said happily: "You are glad! You didn't get into our crotch, otherwise you would have bitten a few bites there, and you wouldn't know what the consequences would be."

Seriously laughed.

Zhuangyan said again: "There are two hours of mission time left. Let's take a break and then penetrate. There is a cliff ahead, so I'm afraid I'll have to take a slum."

"Okay." Seriously patted his backpack and said, "The climbing rope is ready long ago."

Zhuangyan said: "Well, I don't worry if you do things."

In recent days, when I first came to the jungle to camp, Han Zixiu did not teach everyone various jungle shooting skills like Zhuang Yan guessed.

It is full of mountains and ridges and rarely visited. It is said to be a good place for sniper training under complex terrain.

But a few days ago, everyone stayed in the camp and conducted some basic training every day under the arrangement of Han Zixuan.

Basic training, yes, this is what King Han Yan said.

Zhuang Yan was more or less dissatisfied.

When is this time? It has been four months since I came to the Special Forces Brigade to join the Hunter Team. During this period, I have to conduct various firearm shooting training every day, such as 95 automatic rifles, 92 pistols, 88 snipers, 85 snipers, 95 light machine guns, 67 silent pistols, 85 silence submachine guns, and even 40 fires.

These weapons have been well-trained. Not to mention that they can get on the target with their eyes closed, in the hunter team, the target rate of various special shootings is almost 99%. Unless a soldier is in poor condition, he runs on the target, or makes mistakes in long-distance sniper calculations, the hit rate is close to 100%.

You should know that these are all top players selected from each unit. In Zhuang Yan’s opinion, they are the elite among the elites and the best.

But the group of people he thought were the best was treated by Han Zi's claim to be like a primary school student who knew nothing.

Take a few days ago when I arrived here, Han Zixiu began to ask everyone to do some exercises that were simply incomprehensible.

For example, send a piece of white paper to each person, and let everyone write a series of numbers from 1 to 300 in just handwriting in seven minutes.

Write numbers?

International jokes!

This can be written for a primary school student!

Isn't it just writing?

No calculations are needed!

Zhuang Yan felt that Han Zibao regarded everyone as idiots.

At that time, many people laughed when they heard the rules, and probably thought the same as Zhuangyan.

The result was finally confirmed that Zhuang Yan is really a fool.

Because, he actually wrote it wrong!

Fuck!

He actually wrote it wrong!

When Han Zixuan claimed that he had asked everyone to show the numbers he wrote, Zhuang Yan discovered that his numbers between 312 and 313 were wrong, and after writing them as 312, it became 314!

Dog day!

Zhuang Yan was shocked at that time!

I thought that all elementary school students could do the right thing, but I actually messed up myself!

Moreover, in the entire hunter team, I was actually one of the best performers!

Seriously, Xu Xingguo was wrong, Su Huikai was wrong, Zhang Guo was wrong, Zhang Guoyi was wrong...

The rest of the people were wrong, ranging from 1 to 3.

Now, all the Hunter Team members who were originally awesome wanted to dig a hole on the spot and bury themselves in!

If you write Arabic numerals, you will write them incorrectly.

Zhuang Yan felt that he had no shame to meet the primary school teacher. Fortunately, the teacher is still alive, otherwise the coffin board would not be able to be suppressed.
Chapter completed!