The wind in the mountains was a little cold at night, and the temperature dropped to 13 degrees. There were no stars tonight, and the clouds covered the sky.

The weather forecast says it will rain tonight.

The chief instructor Lao Baimao was wearing camouflage and moved a military stool and sat on the side of the road.

This is the meeting point tonight.

According to the requirements, before 12 o'clock, all the teams participating in the training must return here to gather and submit the information specified in the reconnaissance in their respective tasks to the instructors.

The review is strict.

According to established regulations, the data on each data card will be checked together with the original data.

If there is any error, points will be deducted.

It is dangerous for the team members to deduct points to a certain extent.

The 5-day field training not only tests the individual quality of the team members, but also tests their collaboration ability. In this regard, Lao Baimao went to the headquarters to serve as the chief instructor of the reserve team.

The leader said at the meeting that this was the first time to conduct military exchanges with T country. We must show our good image and send the best young officers and soldiers to learn from the advanced special operations concepts abroad.

These people who went there were all fire.

For special operations, T country attaches great importance to the cooperation of soldiers.

Especially the cooperation between the members of the team is particularly important in a high-risk special combat mission.

In actual combat, it is not about making movies. There are not so many lonely heroes. The myth of Stallone can only exist in movies. The Stallone grave grass in reality has long been three feet tall.

After looking at my watch, it was already ten:05 at night.

Lao Baimao took off the military can from the portable kerosene stove in front of him, slowly scooped out the braised chicken wings inside with a spoon, and put them in his mouth.

The whispered chicken wings are extremely soft, and the soup is just right, at least it is suitable for the taste of old white hair.

I slowly enjoyed the chicken wings that were even soft with bones, and the old white hair felt extremely satisfied.

The canned food produced by regular military-industrial enterprises is much more conscientious than the canned foods on the market.

"Why are you eating canned food?"

Instructor No. 1 walked to Lao Baimao and sat down cross-legged on the side of the road.

When he took apart, he used a fork to put the self-heating food in his hand and put it into his mouth.

"Do you want to try this?"

He delivered the self-heating food bag to Lao Baimao.

Lao Baimao said: "Okay, it's not a forced one. I don't want to eat that thing. I squatted in the Gobi Desert for more than ten days ago. I want to vomit every day."

Instructor No. 1 smiled, stopped talking, and ate on his own.

"It seems that the time is a little slower than I expected." The old white-haired suddenly looked at the distance of the road with emotion.

It was dark there, and several military vehicles for security were parked quietly on the side of the road.

He looked at his watch again.

"It's half past ten, and no team has returned yet."

"Eighty kilometers a day, there must be reconnaissance missions. It's not that fast, and it's not just a long-distance raid." Instructor No. 1 buried his head in eating: "I think my intentions are short of manpower recently, so I need to set up a team of 3."

"Squad 3?" Old Baimao was stunned for a moment, then started eating chicken wings again: "There is insufficient manpower, so it's better to have more fresh blood. In fact, if the captain hadn't forced me to come, I wouldn't have come..."

Instructor No. 1 suddenly stopped, looked at the old white-haired, and frowned.

"I said, why are we always in the army training camp? Why don't we send their team one? Every time we come, we are two teams here? We are not training officers."

The old white-haired still chewed the chicken's wings with relish, and said without raising his head: "Okay, don't complain, Team 1 is busier than us, right?"

"busy……"

Instructor No. 1 wanted to speak but stopped.

"Eat something. I don't know when I will finish it later. Let's eat something and mat it."

As he was talking, a voice suddenly came from a distance.

"Someone is back?"

Instructor No. 1 quickly finished picking up the rice from his own hot bag and stood up.

"I'll go and have a look."

"Okay, the first team that arrived, check their data registration card, check the original information, see if it can match it, and get a high score."

"Okay." Instructor No. 1 responded, wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth and ran towards the finish line.

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At 10:50 in the night, the darkness around it was like ink.

Night vision device cannot be turned on for a long time, because the battery can only last for 4-5 hours.

So Zhuangyan tied the tactical flashlight directly on the helmet with a camouflage scarf. In this way, it could be like a small mine lamp that could illuminate the road hundreds of meters ahead.

The feeling of running for 50 kilometers in a row is not something that ordinary people can understand. In addition, the beginning of the journey was a mountain road, and people almost collapsed.

Fortunately, after walking more than ten kilometers of mountain road, the terrain suddenly became flat, and it was full of countryside dirt roads. Four people ran along the road in two fronts and two backs.

Yan Ming's situation is very bad.

In terms of physical fitness, he is really not as good as these young soldiers who have been in the army for three years.

There was a hot feeling in the knee of the right foot, accompanied by a strange friction, and it seemed that you could feel the bones crunching, which felt very bad.

"Master, how are you?"

Zhuang Yan, who had been by his side, clearly felt Yan Ming's slowdown in speed.

"Give me your backpack and I'll carry it for you."

"Go on the side!"

Yan Ming was gasping for breath, with a smell of gunpowder in his breath.

He doesn't seem to be regarded as a useless person.

All of them have arrived in the reserve team, how could it be a useless person?

Thinking about it, I felt that my tone was a bit too much, so I lowered a few degrees and said, "Sancient, I'm fine, I can maintain my speed."

"It's almost here!" The Stern, who was running in the front, turned around and shouted: "There is still the last mile!"

Although these words were very inspiring, Yan Ming suddenly stopped by the side of the road.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Yan had no choice but to stop.

Yan Ming didn't say anything, bent over and supported his knees.

Zhuangyan looked down and saw that under the white light, Yan Ming's right leg was shaking slightly.

He realized that his master might have had his old injury relapsed.

"Come on, give me the backpack."

Zhuang Yan went up to take off Yan Ming's backpack without saying a word.

Yan Ming suddenly pushed Zhuangyan away: "I'm fine!"

I ran nearly 80 kilometers today, and I didn’t close my eyes for 24 hours from last night to now.

Although they are all special forces, they are also humans.

Everyone has reached the limit of physical energy consumption.

With the huge physical exhaustion, my personal temper naturally becomes irritable.

Zhuang Yan couldn't help it anymore, and Yan Ming's refusal annoyed him.

"Master, this is not a time to save face. We will be in one group! One group has to help each other, otherwise why are we grouped? There is no distinction between officers and soldiers here, and there is no need to take your officer's airs off your own officer! No one will laugh at you!"

The straightforward words hit Yan Ming's heart directly.

After all, I just can't let go of the officer's face.

A tall captain actually wanted to take care of the soldiers and carry their backpacks for him. He felt that this was a waste of money!

Zhuangyan went up and snatched Yan Ming's backpack. Yan Ming pushed Zhuangyan away. Zhuangyan, who was already tired, staggered and sat down in the grass next to her.

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Updated early today. The author Jun’s birthday is on the evening. My wife (a student in the book) wants to celebrate for me. Congratulations on me for being one year older, a little ugly again, and she feels a little more at ease, and it is worth celebrating...

By the way, I shouldn't have taken that girl class back then...
Chapter completed!