Fourteen, A dictionary without the word failure

  It's your turn now.

  Hong Wei urged.

  Xu Fu gritted his teeth and went up.

  Bang bang bang, after several gunshots, Xu Fu dragged his head out of the training field exit. The electronic large screen at the entrance displayed the score: 0.

  Perfect!

  This kid has created another record, the worst record!

  Everyone laughed, a laugh of psychological balance.

  Lunch, still no Xu Fu's share. This is a team rule. Punishment for the last one in each training session.

  Zhang Jie won lunch qualifications due to his good performance in training class. He is one of the two excellent ones from Sixth Middle School.

  The competitive mechanism is triggering the desire for competition in every individual at these small links.

  Afternoon training sessions are cultural learning and survival skills training. Unlike the wilderness survival training of troops, they focus more on cultivating social skills such as language, makeup, and camouflage.

  All of this was a blank to Xu Fu, and after being in contact with the pigpen for a year, he had already lost touch with society. Moreover, his life before joining the army was also greatly disconnected from reality.

  His EQ is almost zero.

  This made the instructors frown one after another, how could they send someone like this to a place like this.

  Afternoon training is over. A thick stack of materials was placed on Director Xu's desk, all of which were evaluation comments from instructors about Xu Fu. Director Xu wanted to laugh, since the establishment of the team, he had never heard of or met such a treasure.

  However, he believed that there must be a reason and logic for sending Xu Fu here. Just this morning, one person took on 9 top-notch masters, which was enough to intimidate people.

  But this is not a martial arts arena, it doesn't need martial artists, this is a place where sharp tools are cultivated, the country's sharp tools.

  What is wanted is an all-around talent.

  Director, I'm unable to lead this kind of person, you'd better find someone else.

  Gong's face fell.

  Alas, you lack patience.

  Looking at his own hands, Dean Xu shook his head with a sense of emotion.

  He still has many weaknesses.

  Director Xu chuckled and smiled.

  You go back first, I'll think about it some more.

  After seeing Gong Wei out, Dean Xu thought for a moment and pressed the red button on his desk.

  He wants to arrange a special plan: a special training program about Xu Fu.

  After dinner, Xu Fu was taken to the shooting range by Zhang Jie.

  The team has given orders, and Zhang Jie is helping Xu Fu improve his shooting level.

  Who calls himself and Xu Fu in the same house? Moreover, in terms of shooting level, Zhang Jie said third, who dares to say second.

  Guangzhou Evergrande is definitely first.

  Jay Chou was both dissatisfied and happy, happy because of his superiors' trust in him. This trust is a kind of affirmation of one's ability.

  A true master of firearms is not about the accuracy of the gun, but about the unity of man and gun! If victory or defeat were decided solely by the performance of the firearm, then soldiers wouldn't need to train. War would be simple, no blood would be shed, everyone could just display their weapons and equipment, see whose are better, whoever has the best ones wins, and those who don't can surrender automatically.

  If so, then currently the only armies in this world that can survive are those of America and Germany.

  Germans and Americans are evenly matched in the manufacture of conventional weapons.

  Before in the troops, Zhang Jie had heard a story about an old soldier.

  The troops developed a new type of firearm and found several skilled marksmen to test the new gun. After firing several rounds, an old soldier said that the new gun's sighting line was slightly offset to the right. The researchers present laughed and said this was impossible, as it was a precision-made sample processed by precise instruments. However, the old soldier insisted that there was a problem with the gun. Upon further inspection, they found that it was indeed offset by 0.5刻 (one-twentieth of a millimeter), a level of precision that is imperceptible to the naked eye.

  Ask the old soldier how he found it, and the old soldier said it was a feeling!

  This feeling is gained from the experience of firing a thousand times.

  Zhang Jie's task was to cultivate this feeling in Xu Fu.

  Every member of this team has consumed more than 100,000 bullets!

  The shooting range has removed all background facilities, leaving a sense of emptiness that makes one feel small.

  A 150-meter indoor closed training field, plus a three-dimensional stereoscopic simulation scene, can make people find all the on-site feelings from 10 meters to 1200 meters. Zhang Jie also saw the whole picture for the first time. Even Zhang Jie, who had seen the world, couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

  Back in the dormitory from the training ground, it was already 3 o'clock in the morning. Five boxes of bullets were fired, and my hands and feet were numb.

  The two people's faces were also smoked black by the smoke. Next to the bed, Zhang Jie fell asleep.

  Too tired.

  Xu Fu couldn't sleep anymore. Excited, still excited. The feeling of firing a gun is really great!

  Xu Fu felt a response in his blood. As he left the training ground, he happened to bring out a 92-style gun. Zhang Jie asked him to disassemble it skillfully. Although there was a rule in the team that forbade bringing firearms out of the training ground, Xu Fu could make an exception.

  In the next training session, Xu Fu's performance was still clumsy.

  Apart from his makeup and feminine attire which drew attention, there was nothing else that stood out about him.

  Hasty eating can't swallow hot tofu. Director Xu thought Xu Fu's performance was not too anxious, but rather Gong Wei scolded Xu Fu a few words.

  Huang Wei's dislike for Xu Fu was obvious to all team members.

  Cultural geography lesson, Xu Fu showed super strong memory, which won some recognition from people. This kid is not completely useless.

  Xu Fu also has a place where people talk about him.

  He likes reading books, especially those related to science and technology.

  You don't need to study, what's the point of looking at these things if you have nothing better to do?

  Huang Wei had spoken to Xu Fu several times, but Xu Fu did not respond, so Huang Wei let him be.

  For some reason, Xu Fu was particularly enthusiastic about nuclear physics.

  Through the study of macroscopic objects, people know that there are two kinds of long-range interactions between substances: electromagnetic interaction and universal gravitation (gravitational interaction). Through in-depth research on atomic nuclei, it was found that there are also two short-range interactions between substances, namely strong interaction and weak interaction. Perhaps these principles have something in common with the dragon-absorbing skill within his own body, Xu Fu's enthusiasm for this aspect seems to be a kind of instinctive natural reaction.

  His Dragon Absorbing Skill had reached the fifth level, and his understanding of the interdependence and mutual rejection of all things had deepened.

  A month later, Gong Wei took his teammates back to the shooting range again.

  During this period of time, it became Xu Fu's exclusive venue, and except for Zhang Jie, no one else could get close.

  This caused resentment among the team members. Today was particularly open, one is to calm down the grievances, and the other is also needed to maintain the normal training goals; for a long time without touching the gun, hands will become rusty.

  It started with free shooting time, and the team members who had been holding back for a while didn't hold back either. Long guns and short guns fired together, and in the blink of an eye, a layer of golden shell casings was piled up on the ground.

  The floor vibrated gently, with a special design that converted sonic energy into kinetic energy, fully utilizing the shell casings to vibrate into the grooves on both sides. Collected together.

  After the timeout, the team members rested in place, waiting for the computer to re-layout.

  Next is the pre-war field training, which is a subject that team members have been looking forward to for some time. After all, fixed targets cannot reflect the level of team members and improve their actual combat capabilities.

  One by one they go in, one by one they come out, some are happy and some are sad, with different expressions.

  Xu Fu was also the last one to appear, it is unknown whether it was intentional or fate.

  Xu Fu chose a 92-style military pistol, the reason he liked it was that its caliber was large, 9mm; and the number of bullets was many, with a 15-round magazine.

  Xu Fu's movements before entering the door were still very slow, and he seemed to be still timid.

  His figure disappeared at the entrance of the shooting range, and then there were gunshots, bang, bang, bang, the sound went on. A minute later, Xu Fu came out from the exit.

  Number one!

  Is this possible?

  The numbers on the electronic big screen left everyone speechless.

  Is it a malfunction of the computer statistics? The Type 92 only has 15 rounds of ammunition, where did the 1 come from?

  Someone is hinting at it.

  Not bad, Type 92 has only 15 rounds of ammunition, where did the other three come from, you see for yourself.

  The voice of Director Xu came from the loudspeaker in the monitoring room.

  The lights suddenly went out, and a group of images appeared on the left wall, bloody scenes, although I knew they were fake, but the red color that represented blood filled the screen, causing a visual shock.

  Snatch, shoot, cross obstacles and shoot again. The speed of the bullet leaving the barrel is almost synchronized with the frequency of the target's exposure.

  The computer's simulated function excels, allowing it to maintain and shoot at the same speed as the shooter, and release the target 0.01 seconds in advance.

  0.07 seconds after the target appeared, Xu Fu's gun rang out.

  If there is any flaw, it is that throughout the whole process, Xu Fu did not make any evasive actions, perhaps because he simply didn't need to dodge.

  His reaction speed beyond human limits allowed him to always fire first, and after the shot, all that was left was death. At this point, evasive actions became completely superfluous.

  After the sound of fifteen gunshots, the screen froze. On Xu Fu's hand, there were a few more things, button-sized objects. His arm swung out again, and another target disappeared. Were they darts? They didn't seem like it either. Who has flying darts that small?

  The enlarged image is a dart, a button-sized circular dart.

  People are strange, and the things they use are also strange.

  The people on the scene were confused, and Director Xu was somewhat pleased. This was a special equipment he designed for Xufu, a button-shaped dart, which is a button in peacetime and a dart at critical moments.

  This was his sudden idea after hearing Zhang Jie's report.

  Branches can shoot birds, and steel-tipped darts are made from them. How much easier it is to kill people!

  Everyone present felt depressed and stifled.

  The players who called themselves the pride of the nation were confused, their confidence was hit hard, a severe blow. The killing skills they had honed for over a decade or even several decades seemed to have been practiced in vain.

  President Xu suddenly realized he had done something wrong, a mistake that would have a lasting and far-reaching negative impact.

  The team's confidence is gone, completely gone.

  If it were me, the efforts of over a decade would not be able to catch up with one person's hard work in just a month. Who can bear that kind of loss? Director Xu began to regret his complacency.

  How to eliminate this bad influence is what one should first make amends for.

  The team members returned to their dormitory and turned off the lights early. They wanted to sleep but couldn't, it was destined to be a sleepless night.

  Zhang Jie didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. His own apprentice had become an insurmountable mountain in front of him, the gap was too big.

  The feeling of a roller coaster is nothing more than this.

  For several days in a row, the barracks had been shrouded in gloom. No one explained the reason, but everyone knew it. And this reason was also unspeakable.

  A few days later, Xu Fu disappeared from people's sight. No one knew where he went.

  Half a month later, he came back, then disappeared again, and reappeared, repeating this process for three months.

  Xu Fu's whereabouts were so mysterious, yet no one inquired about him, as if he wasn't a person of this world, but belonged to that mysterious barracks.

  Winter has arrived, and Xu Fu has been in training camp for a week now.

  No one asked him when he would disappear again. Zhang Jie didn't speak either, he was the most qualified person.

  Housemates are like brothers. But he didn't say a word about it...

  Meanwhile, 9110 and 9127 went out, I heard they were on a mission. For the team members, going on a mission is a usual thing, if there's no mission, it would be a waste for the country to invest so much money in training them!

  After lunch that day, the team members suddenly found that on the registration board outside the training ground wall, which reflects the status of the team members, the numbers 9110 and 9127 were simultaneously changed to black. Black means death or disappearance.

  Two more lives have disappeared.

  Out of 94,114 license plates, less than a quarter remain red. In nearly thirty years of teaming up, 7,000 lives were lost for the country. There was no fanfare, only silence.

  More than 7,000 nameless heroes left behind only a small digital plaque in this world.

  One death represents one loss, what mission made these excellent soldiers leave gloriously!

  The team members wait quietly, waiting for the call.

  In their dictionary, there is no word for failure, only setback.

  After losing, there will be stronger successors to replace them and start all over again!