Chapter 8

  Only paratrooper Kong Huatian and Yin Mo had no reaction, they thought to themselves: What are you guys chattering about? It's been half a day and still no mention of the plane.

  It was already an hour after all the weapons had been inspected and assembled, and the next thing to do was to zero in their guns. Details determine success or failure, especially on the battlefield, where even a tiny deviation can directly decide the life of a soldier, the grasp of a fighter jet, or even the outcome of a war. Moreover, as some special soldiers who perform special tasks, the gun in their hand is an extension of their body, part of their own body, and at critical moments they often rely on intuition to open fire, which requires them to be familiar with the performance and trajectory of the gun in their hand, so after receiving the gun, the members of the Bayonet Unit all had to zero in their guns themselves.

  This base doesn't have a shooting range, so the team members had to temporarily use stones and bricks to build a thick layer of targets. The lieutenant colonel required each person to finish all the guns with as few bullets as possible, because if there were continuous gunshots here for a long time, it would cause some unnecessary misunderstandings. If these soldiers were placed in a university, they would definitely be a group of regular re-examination students, but on the battlefield or training ground, they are a group of highly intelligent savages. The guns to them are as natural and proficient as eating with chopsticks.

  "Alright, this roasted sweet potato is mine! Shao Hui excitedly said as he put the long gun behind his back."

  Only Zhao Zhenghao and Zuo Ming were left in the old society, Zuo Ming lay on the ground after checking his gun and did not get up. He propped himself up with both hands and stared at the clumsy and long sniper rifle. Zhao Zhenghao sighed and directly put his head on the ground, turning his face to ask: Old Zuo, what are you thinking?

  I wonder if this gun will become a burden for us in the future.

  What's this? Zhao Zhenghao's lips were pressed into a "V" shape, and his words were quite amusing.

  You're a sniper in the field, don't you get it? When the time comes and we really need a sniper, can this gun even keep up? And it's so long and heavy, very conspicuous... Alas... Zuo Ming's head might as well just rest directly on the gun butt.

  You special police eat fine grains and fight small-scale refined wars. This kind of gun is naturally not in your eyes, actually this gun... alas... hasn't reached the point where you can sigh before seeing it. Zhao Zhenhao couldn't help but let out a sigh when comforting him.

  What's the difference between taking this gun and going as a sniper, and those idiots on the battlefield holding up flags that say "Come at me"?

  There is a difference, at least we didn't hold up a flag saying there are snipers here! Zhao Zhenghao said very affirmatively.

  He cut off his words and waved his hand dismissively, standing up and turning to leave.

  Kids! Everyone stop for a moment. The old middle school with some white hair in his head called out to the team members, kids, these guns will be with you for two years from now on, they are your wives, and when you miss home, just look at the gun. The middle school's humorous remarks caused laughter among the team members, Shao Hui and Zuo Ming turned their heads and stared at Liu Junhao, who pretended not to see it.

  What I want to say is that I hope everyone can love and cherish their guns like they do their wives, because they are our working tools and also our life-saving talismans. This country is not in a peaceful environment, war can break out at any time, and I hope you all have a clear understanding of this point. It's possible that it might happen tonight, so don't have any illusions. This is my first piece of advice to you, and also my first order. Alright, everyone has worked hard on the journey here, go back and rest early.

  The team members, wearing brand new mountain camouflage suits and bulletproof vests, carrying guns on their backs, walked towards the dormitory. Their demeanor was more masculine than before when they were in casual clothes. When Zhao Zhenghao and Zuo Ming walked past the middle school student's side, they heard a call and stopped in their tracks.

  I'm handing over the sniper rifle to you two because you are both excellent snipers in the field army and special police force. Remember, a true sniper's power comes partly from their weapon, but more importantly from the sniper qualities they possess themselves. I believe this sniper rifle will be able to exert its maximum power in your hands, right?

  Zao Zhenhao nodded slightly, without saying a word. The middle school principal smiled with relief and waved his hand to signal them to take a rest. After walking a distance, Zuo Ming whispered to himself: Old man standing talking is not waist sore!

  Yes, I agree. Zhao Zhenghao murmured in agreement.

  Zuo Ming was startled and turned his head to glance at Zhao Zhenghao, who acted as if nothing had happened and walked forward with big strides.

  Dusk gradually arrived, and the originally calm mountain area started to have strong winds. The sharp wind was like a knife cutting through rocks and earth, while soft snowflakes hit the windows of the dormitory like bullets, making a loud noise. A white incandescent lamp lit up every corner of the room, turning it into a warm haven in this snowy world.

  A match was struck, lighting two cigarettes. The hand holding the match trembled slightly and extinguished the flame, and the room was suddenly filled with swirling smoke.

  Old Su, can these soldiers make it? asked an old man wearing a cotton-padded jacket.

  Su Yue Song took a drag on his cigarette, exhaling slowly: They are the elite selected from the country's special forces, each with their own unique skills, and several have carried out real military missions. I have high hopes for them.

  Lao Su, it's not that I judge people by their appearance, they all have a military bearing, but they still look like kids after all, young and inexperienced, I'm worried... the old man said with concern.

  Haha, Director, you're not a soldier, don't use your research standards to measure them. Although they're young, their military age is long, and on the battlefield, each one of them is a desperate hero. Don't worry! Su Yuesong said with a smile, flicking his cigarette ash.

  I'm fine with this, but these soldiers look very rough and were recruited after they retired from the army. I'm worried that you'll have trouble managing them in the future.

  Don't worry about this, even if they retire for a few years and return to the army, they will still obey orders solidly. This awareness is already in their bones. Su Yue Song pointed with his hand and gestured.

  The old director nodded thoughtfully and suddenly remembered something: Ah, what kind of work will you special forces soldiers do after retiring? Police?

  After hearing this question, Su Yue's expression turned gloomy, and he gently extinguished the cigarette butt: Because of many factors, most people cannot engage in professional work that matches their skills. To be honest, special forces soldiers, apart from the killing skills they learned in the army, have few other means of making a living. However, relying on their nimble hands and good organizational discipline trained in the army, if they were to mix with society, they would be excellent hands. This is also the problem: if they really go down the wrong path, the police are no match for them, not to mention creating unstable factors. The special forces soldiers, who were created at great cost by the country, ultimately become a negative force. This is not just a waste of talent. Su Yue fell silent for a long time after speaking, and finally let out a sigh.

  Old Su, why are you being so humble today? Our special forces not only have excellent military quality, but the stuff in our brains is even harder, isn't this what you often boast about? Hehe... Old Director joked.