[Soldier Assault] Doujin——Samsara

(37) Nice weather

There is a confrontation here, a figure in the dimness, groping over, slowly taking off the sunglasses, the same eyes, like a black hole, deep and bottomless, hiding nothing can not be guessed, sweeping away Looking at the terracotta warriors and horses in front of him, his eyes stopped on Chengcai's extremely contoured face, and a sly smile habitually drew the corners of his mouth.

After a long time, a sentence came out: Yes, personally, I am very happy to be the instructor of all of you, and none of you want to leave, although most of you passed this little test today by luck.

Compared with the past, this sentence is not too harsh. To the sniper elites of the group army, its effect is no less than the sentence "today's weather is really good."

Before a group of soldiers who had nowhere to vent their anger came to their senses, Yuan Lang went on to say: You are snipers, top snipers, and people who are closest to death on the battlefield, so you must not make mistakes. If you make a mistake, you will pay the price with your life.In order for the elites to save their precious lives on the battlefield, and even save a little blood, first let me say that the instructor has the right to decide whether the students will go or stay at any time. Normally, you can’t make mistakes. In special circumstances, you can allow one and a half times. If you leave, the score of this training camp will be zero.

The "bad man" captain's "disarming power" made those soldiers in the team who had participated in the old A's selection begin to admire the gun king even more.

Just the selection of old A almost killed them, not to mention being tortured by old A every day.Their admiration, sympathy, and mourning eyes fully showed that they could never imagine how inhuman torture such an outstanding soldier like Chengcai had suffered at the hands of this devil instructor, and it was twice, God?They began to worry about whether they could return to the old army alive this month.

My name is Yuan Lang, and I am an old acquaintance with most of you. I will be the chief instructor of your training camp for the next month. If you have any trivial matters, don’t ask me. He is your instructor for daily training. Xu Yao, I think he should I got it, it's nothing special, just shoot better, not called the king of guns or something, but not vulgar, just called the god of death.

When he said this, Yuan Lang's eyes deliberately wandered on the road of the fifth class, not seeing Chengcai's expression.

However, Gao Cheng's eyes could kill people, Xu Yao became a living target again, and cried in his heart: Didn't you say that I am playing a bad face? Is the role playing wrong?

But he has been observing the success, this former deserter has really been reborn, at least from his face, there is no trace of emotional fluctuations, and the eyes are also clean, indifferent and stable.

He fully possessed the kind of calmness and calmness required by a sniper, and even, his whole body naturally exuded a calm detachment.

Xu Yao couldn't help admiring in his heart, but his face remained calm.He secretly rejoiced that he really came to the right place!

But still full of doubts, the captain sang a bad face, is he still continuing his old man's A-person plan?

While hesitating, the corner of Yuan Lang's eyes glanced, and then he walked towards Gaocheng in a fluttering manner, which means, obviously, this month, his kite, which usually only flies high, has to extend his butcher knife to these poor people. King of soldiers.

Xu Yao already knew that it would be no good to go out with the captain, and it was too late to regret it now.

Let's do it!Go back and collect the debt with the kitchen knife.

Then, a mechanized voice sounded: Target 209 Heights, fast marching back and forth, the task is to search the map and mark the target position, if you don’t return within the specified time, you won’t have lunch.

A group of angry soldiers rushed out like a group of hungry wolves!

At the same time, Yuan Lang was asking Gao Laoqi for this and that without hesitation, and the response he got was a roar of a tiger.

While roaring, the tiger could only watch helplessly as his beloved soldier was tossed about by the dead old A, and he had to be an accomplice obediently.I tried my best to help dead old A prepare all the tools of torture, I was really depressed to the extreme.

Are you going to let them all go back with a duck?

The fox who was drinking from a cup almost suspected that Gao Laoqi was murdering him, and he didn't think of the meaning of these words until he finished pouring out the water in his trachea.

Bring duck eggs at most, isn't it so easy to hatch?

Well, that's not easy. This month, I put it on the fire every day, and the shells came out early.

I'd like them all to hatch into ducks, preferably swans, but the problem is that some eggs always go bad before they hatch.

Someone breaks an egg on purpose, and then sees the good or bad, isn't that too unkind?

The tiger and the fox were biting each other, and the chief of the third company who was in charge of the food over there came jolting over.

Hearing that the two top leaders were talking about duck, they happily interjected: "Two heads, there is fresh duck meat today. Let's see what flavor the brothers like to eat?"As for making ducks, people from Beijing and Nanjing are good at it.