This is really good news. Looking at Serov who was doing abstract sketches, Isemotane showed a meaningful smile. Serov, who had no idea that he was plotted, completed his vase work and handed the drawing board to Lukani directly, allowing his secretary to deliver it to the teacher. Serov, who is famous for his art department for abstract sketches, naturally could not let ordinary students see his great works. So after creating this genre, he, who had deep knowledge and fame, found himself a teacher, the KGB sketch expert.

"I think my painter seems to be much more powerful! What do you think?" Selov checked himself, then looked at Iseymotney and the other two with anticipated eyes, their hands tucked together, and there was a rare hint of nervousness in their expressions, which was quite similar to the child who completed their homework when they were young and waited for the teacher to praise them.

Iseymotney flashed a trace of shock as she looked at Selov's work, and then a cunning smile immediately rose from the corner of her mouth and said, "It's all a little progress, as long as you can see the progress!"

"Oh, that's good! I feel that my fingers are no longer trembling..." Selov rubbed his hands in a scrupulous manner, breathing a sigh of relief. He obviously trusted the top students who graduated from Agents City of Gats. In fact, with his increasingly stronger memory now, he could remember that Isey Motney and Lukani had no painting courses at all during the training process. In other words, the conclusions of the two little girls were completely unreliable...

What kind of temperament does a soldier king have, like a gas explosion muscle? Or is it the kind of temperament that stands out in the flock, combined with sharp eyes? At least when Selov saw this group of soldier kings selected from various troops, he did not feel any superiority at all. This was obviously a group of ordinary people there.

These come from the Taman Division, Derrensky Division, the police corps directly under the Secret Police General Administration, and the Gruu Instructor Guidance Brigade. As for the remaining people, their troops are either red flags or guards! There is also an airborne soldier, each of which has a glorious history and has survived all famous battles on the Soviet-German battlefield.

These model-level soldiers from different systems, wearing the military uniforms of their respective troops, stood together without the momentum of elite soldiers. The mix and matched various military uniforms were more like a mob.

"The elite Russians cannot use common sense to guess!" Shelov, who was almost blinded, comforted himself silently. In addition to the color of the naval infantry uniforms, the entire Soviet uniform had almost appeared in front of him. At least it was a somewhat standardized military posture. It was really difficult for the Gruu soldier. The AK47 assault rifle had only been in service for a few years. He could use the M1891 Mosin-Nagan rifle, full of time, and there seemed to be letters on the buttstock. Can Gruu's weapons be used casually?

"Welcome to the Third General Administration to visit us. Everyone is a soldier, so when I see you, I naturally feel close!" At this time, Selov forgot his duty to cause trouble for the Red Army, and forced himself to get close to this group of soldiers as a soldier. It is rare for three-star soldiers like them to be.

"Comrade Selov, is there a task to summon us?" asked the Derrensky Division soldier in black uniform.

Mission? "Yes, there is a task to you!" Selov's brain crashed, but fortunately he quickly made up for his own loopholes within the normal range. "We have found the world champion of decathlon Kuznetsov and wrestling champion Comrade Medvey, and you will fight against two well-known athletes. I hope you can learn how to strengthen your body from the two comrades, and hope that our world champion will learn the perseverance in the army..."

"It's not necessarily that we will lose, right? The world champion will definitely win?" Although only one person protested, Selov's words certainly did not arouse only one person's dissatisfaction, which can be seen from the expressions of other soldiers.

"Let the result show that you are not talking empty words!" Selov said coldly. It is a good thing to be confident as a soldier, but it is better to speak loudly after winning. Soldiers should especially understand this. Judging from the level of athletes who have been training for many years, even if these soldiers are veritable elites, Selov still thinks that the two world champions will win.

The decathlon consists of 100-meter running, long jump, shot put, high jump, 400-meter running; 110-meter hurdle, discus, pole vault, javelin, and 1500-meter running. The competition results are calculated based on the special track and field all-round score table formulated by the International Track and Field Federation, and the scores obtained from each individual score are calculated. The winner is the winner. In Selov's view, in addition to the limited events such as shot put and 1500-meter, these soldiers should basically lose all.

The location of the confrontation was held in Gubishev, southeast of Moscow. This was once the most dangerous time in Moscow during the Patriotic War. The base camp for the Soviets to launch a counterattack was different from ordinary people. In fact, the Soviet government did evacuate here from Moscow. Of course, it was not long. After Moscow rescued the siege, the Soviet government came back soon, so ordinary people don’t know much.

Gubishev is a relatively large city around Moscow and has also received attention from the Soviet government. Both in terms of urban construction and the original ecological environment are maintained well. Like ordinary Soviet cities, there is still a people's stadium that is similar to other cities. As for whether it is the same drawing, it is unknown.

Perhaps because of the vast land and sparse population, the temperature here is much colder than that in Moscow. Selov, who had a cotton hat, put his hands in the sleeves of his coat and held them in front of his stomach. He looked like a proletarian worker who had been destroyed for many years and walked into the stadium with a long breath. The seats inside were empty. Judging from the thickness of the snow, they were not put into use throughout the winter, but the stadium's runway and other facilities have been cleaned.

"Hello, comrades!" As soon as Selov came in, the eyes of these people looking at him were quite strange, but he didn't know what was going on.

It's no wonder that if the two female secretary who followed Selov were wearing glossy mink coats, Selov would look good, but this comparison would make Selov rubbed more and more...

"Comrade Kuznetsov, Comrade Medvey! I have found ten model soldiers from various units. They have achieved very dazzling results in the revolutionary army. They will fight against you in wrestling and decathlon events. After the confrontation, you will also follow the soldiers to conduct military training for survival in the wild, including me..." Selov finally pointed his finger at himself, and he, the director, also wanted to participate in the field survival training.
Chapter completed!