The high temperature continues, and there is no choice to keep a low profile because of the trained soldiers.

At the training ground of Lao A's training camp, the trained soldiers were carrying logs and running on the loess road. The sweat had already soaked the combat uniforms on their bodies for countless times.

Yuan Lang and Qi Huan in front were wearing standard sunglasses and sat in the car, and another instructor drove in front to lead the way.

Even Bu Fan, who was running in the middle, could hear the wild music in the military vehicle, which was extremely ridiculous.

What’s even more annoying is that before a long journey, Yuan Lang would take out the broken horn, “If anyone can’t run, there is an ambulance behind him, and if anyone is hungry, I have beef jerky here.”

Bu Fan didn't want to say it at this time. The dilated pupils of both eyes were not a sign of fainting, but the result of his training during this period. Through his eyes, he blurred the focus in front of him, and then hypnotized through his own consciousness, where can he reach a state of fantasy? Commonly known as Bai Ri Xuanyin (Dream in the day).

A moment later, there was no road in front of Bu Fan, and a table of Man and Han chess appeared, making Bu Fan drool.

"I'm welcome." Bu Fan started to get started, and started to chew on a duck.

......

At this time, Qi Huan also came up and thought the matter was not big enough, so he didn't need to break the horn, and directly relied on his loud voice and shouted: "Can you do it? Is it okay? If you don't, get into the ambulance..."

Wu Zhe, who was behind Bu Fan and Xu Sanduo, was almost exhausted at this time. When he heard this, he gritted his teeth and rushed over Qi Huan, and ran and shouted loudly: "I won't go if I run to death..."

But cultural people are cultural people. They didn't run far away when they showed off their power, and their legs fell to the ground, and they vomited in a dark and dark way. Seeing this, Bu Fan called Xu Sanduo and hurried forward, helped him take the wood, and prepared to help him get up.

At this time, the military vehicle drove by. Yuan Lang looked at it in his sunglasses and then turned his head aside, "Qi Huan, don't be superstitious about veterans of the old army in the future. Look, this is the so-called elite. I will find a few ordinary people in the local area, but I will not run away like this or not."

When Wu Zhe heard this, he struggled to stand up. Bu Fan held him down. The situation was stronger than that of a human. What could he do at this time? Conserving physical strength is the key.

Seeing the three of them ignore them, Yuan Lang complained to himself hatred, "This sissy can still be contagious, it's so strange. I'm not underestimating you, no one can brag, no one can run... If you can't run, get in the car..."

Bu Fan pressed Wu Zhe to the ground hard and prevented him from getting up. He waited silently for the military vehicle to pass by, and then pulled Wu Zhe up, "If you don't accept it, you can prove it to him. What's the use of showing off with him? In the end, it will only consume your physical strength in vain."

Wu Zhe was silent when he heard this.

Bu Fan patted Wu Zhe on the shoulder and ran to the finish line with Xu Sanduo.

After a burden, Bu Fan and the other two naturally ranked first and last. Fortunately, the task was completed, which avoided Wu Zhe being eliminated.

When Qi Huan waited until Bu Fan and the other two returned to the team, he immediately started to rectify the queue. After the rectification was completed, he said, "Report the number from right to left!"

At this time, everyone's face was covered with mud and their hair seemed to be washed over water. They even seemed to be struggling to stand and were about to fall down at any time.

But the ending is that the number of numbers is completed, with forty-two people, and each of them is not.

No matter how hard it was, everyone gritted their teeth and persevered without bowing their heads.

Seeing this, Qi Huan turned around and reported to Yuan Lang: "Comrade Captain, the trainees should have arrived forty-two people, but in fact, forty-two people, please give instruct!"

Yuan Lang held his hands behind his back and said to Qi Huan in a plain tone: "Drive the car up and let them take the car back."

"yes!"

Qi Huan answered the conversation and turned his head: "As long as you follow the command! Take the shoulders on the wood! Turn left! Target, the meeting place of the road! Turn right and back, and walk in unison!"

Everyone followed the order and did not resist anymore. They were tired and even their minds became numb, thinking about eating and sleeping.

Back at the base, Yuan Lang looked at the embarrassed people and took a sip of tea: "Your performance today is quite satisfactory. Qi Huan informed the cafeteria to add two dishes."

"yes."

After dinner, everyone disbanded and everyone dragged their numb bodies back to the dormitory.

Takuyong said as he went upstairs and regretted coming here. His words were full of curses and curses for these animals and his longing for his old troops.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but lose his temper at Bu Fan and Xu Sanduo, two non-commissioned officers who were inferior to him.

Maybe because of his emotions, he spoke badly, Bu Fan ignored him and returned to the dormitory to do his own business, treating Takuyonggang as a stream of air. Although it polluted the environment a bit, the air was air.

Who has ever seen anyone care about the air?

Not to mention Xu Sanduo, he was stupid, and he had been bullied and controlled since childhood, so this level was so good for him.

I will just open my eyes and close my eyes.

Wu Zhe, who was following next to him, couldn't see it and came up to dissuade him. However, without saying a few words, Qi Huan's familiar voice came again: "Everyone who enters the house or not, hears it clearly! Tomorrow, live ammunition shooting, the results will be included in the total score!"

Takuyong just heard Yi Gulu get up from the bed: "What? I have no hallucinations, live ammunition? They won't train the military superman anymore."

Wu Zhe sneered: "I think their bullets are about to be scrapped, and we need us to help them consume them."

Takuyong was happy and said, "Okay, tomorrow, I will tell them with bullets that there will be more than one old man in the army!"

"I really don't take my gun king seriously." Seeing this, Bu Fan grinned and didn't interrupt.

Seeing that Tuo Yonggang was still chatting there, Bu Fan simply came out of sight and was unhappy, carrying his own toiletries to the bathroom to take a shower.

......

When Bu Fan came back from taking the shower, he heard Tuo Yong showing off himself, "I am our mechanical omnipotent. I can use eleven guns to score nearly full marks. Where are you?"

To be honest, Bu Fan was too lazy to pay attention to it, so he was busy with his own affairs.

Xu Sanduo whispered while hanging a towel: "We, we don't have eleven guns."

Wu Zhe sat cross-legged on the bed: "Don't listen to him talking nonsense, just shoot a gun."

But because of Takuyong's words, Xu Sanduo listened to it and thought too much that he lost confidence in tomorrow's shooting.

The next day, it was still before dawn, and everyone was taken to the shooting range to gather. At this time, Yuan Lang and Qi Huan had been standing there waiting for everyone.

"Comrade Captain, the special training brigade, and all the participating team members will be taken to the shooting training ground. After the queue is completed, please instruct!"

"The shooting staff prepare for forty seconds!"

"yes!"

Qi Huan stepped forward and issued a request: "In one minute, all the bullets in the magazine will be fired! The first row is ready! Start!"

Bu Fan, Wu Zhe, Xu Sanduo, and Tuo Yonggang were all in the first row. When they heard the whistle, they rushed forward and touched the black to prepare for shooting. Unexpectedly, Yimo felt so sad.

"Damn it! It's broken down?!" Wu Zhe was completely in a bad mood. But he quickly realized and quickly assembled the gun.

As a result, I was stunned again after one move.

Bu Fan looked at him for a long time, but did not pull the trigger. Without calibration sights, how could he shoot?

Yuan Lang was behind, and seeing that they had not moved for a long time, he immediately shouted: "Shoot! The target has appeared for a long time, but I haven't shot yet. What are you waiting for? Two points are deducted!"

Seeing this, Bu Fan had to use his half-baked heart gun instead of the sight, which is commonly known as following the feeling, and never look back.

Wu Zhe and Xu Sanduo simply stopped to calibrate the sight.

One minute ends soon.

"Report to the captain, the number one target has three shots on the target, the number two shots on the second, the number three shots on the third, the number four shots on the sixth, the number six shots on the sixth, the number seven shots on the seventh, the number eight shots on the third, and the number nine shots on the second, it's over." The intercom reported the results.

When Bu Fan heard that he was hit by six times, he sighed inwardly, saying that was okay.

At least he had the most in this group, with twice the number of hits than the second place. At this time, Bu Fan felt that his heart gun was not in vain. Although he was just on the passing line, he was the only one who passed.

After listening to the report, Yuan Lang scolded at the top of his voice: "Nine people, each of them has ten bullets, twenty-four rounds on the target! Except for No. 4, only three rounds on the target, the other three rounds on the target have never had such a bad result! Never... This is the so-called elite, except No. 4, all five points are deducted."

"Report!"

"Speak."

"The guns are completely broken down, we only have enough time to assemble them!"

"One-sided emphasis on objective reasons, two points will be deducted!"

"Report!" Wu Zhe couldn't help it again.

"Why are you again? Thirty-nine! Speech!"

Wu Zhe made a special speech this time: "The gun sight has not been corrected. How long does it take to correct a firearm?"

Still haven't learned his lesson! Yuan Lang chuckled and said, "Talk to the instructor in a questioning tone! Two points will be deducted! If you don't leave the sight, you won't shoot?"

"Report!" At this time, Takuyong actually stepped forward and started a fuss, shouting angrily.

"Twenty-seven speeches!"

Takuyong looked ugly and turned around and shouted, "I request to quit!"
Chapter completed!