Wang Hao wanted to give up several times, but in the end he didn't say it. First, Ning Yong and Ouyang Rujing obviously would not agree to his request to withdraw from the middle; second, Ouyang Rujing didn't know what route he used to get photos of Chengye, and the background of the photos was indeed in Africa.

"Someone saw Zhang Chengye in the Singida District, Tanzania. His current location is about 200 kilometers from Liberty City. There is an eight-person international mercenary next to him. The main members are veterans from the American Seal and the British SAS." Ouyang Rujing pointed to the photo and said to Wang Hao.

"What are seal and sas?" Wang Hao asked.

"The US Navy SEALs and the British Secret Service." Ouyang Rujing replied: "As well as reliable information, Li Jie works as a nurse in the hospital in Liberty City, Tanzania."

Wang Hao frowned and his expression became serious. Since that day, he has not cried or yelled to withdraw, because if there was another woman in the world who could make him fight for it, then this woman must be Li Jie. The relationship between the two was bumpy, but after all, they all entered each other's hearts.

As for the feeling of Ouyang Rujing, everything seems to be fine on the surface, but in fact it is still a little bit worse. The two have a huge difference in identity, and the reason for getting married is particularly bloody. In short, it is not like a couple.

After the gun aiming training ended on that day, Xiao Zhan and Wang Hao and the other two gathered together and said, "Let me tell me, you have been practicing physical fitness, tactical movements and static aiming training for a week. Time is limited, and live-fire shooting will begin tomorrow."

Wang Hao was a little excited when he heard the live ammunition shooting. Anyone who had no dream of holding a gun, especially the generation who was born under the red flag and grew up in New China, watching Dong Cunrui blow up the bunker and Huang Jiguang block the hole of the gun.

"There is no extra training tonight, so take a good rest. I will practice one and two tomorrow. OK, let's disband!" Xiao Zhan said.

"Instructor Xiao, how does our training during this period compare to your special forces?" Ning Yong suddenly asked. He got along well with Xiao Zhan during this period. He knew that the other party wanted to pull him into the special forces brigade.

Xiao Zhan smiled contemptuously and said, "This is less than one percent of our special forces."

"Impossible, brag." Ning Yong retorted, not believing it at all. After a week of training, he was not idle from morning to night. Sometimes he practiced guns for one afternoon. There are also traditional Chinese martial arts, such as horse stance, so it is not difficult for Ning Yong. However, I heard that even the training intensity of the special team was not as good as that of one percent, and I couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied.

And the most important point is that he really wants to beat Xiao Zhan because the other party usually speaks normally, but when he mentions the special operations brigade, he will feel like he looks like the world's number one in the army where I am, and the other troops are all slacks.

Wang Hao was also very unhappy with Xiao Zhan's subtle expression. Although he was not a member of the army, he couldn't help but speak, "Instructor Xiao, do you usually stay in your own army and don't contact other troops at all?"

"Well, what's wrong?" Xiao Zhan blinked and said, not reacting for a moment. He didn't know what Wang Hao meant.

"That's right." Wang Hao smiled meaningfully.

"What does it mean?" Xiao Zhan looked confused, because he himself did not realize the superiority when he mentioned the special operations brigade, and even if he noticed it, he would take it for granted, because the troops emphasized honor, the special operations brigade was awesome, the world's most powerful army, which could capture the moon in nine heavens and catch turtles in five oceans.

"It means that if you go to other troops frequently, you will definitely die long ago." Wang Hao said with a smile.

"Why?" Xiao Zhan still didn't understand what it meant.

"Don't pay attention to him. I heard that you have performed a mission in Africa. Tell me about the situation there." Ouyang Rujing said, then left with the confused Xiao Zhan.

Ouyang Rujing was very active about this trip to Africa and made various preparations. Wang Hao initially thought that it was because of his hatred for Zhang Chengye that he would be eliminated soon, but gradually through some things, he felt another way in his heart - Ouyang Rujing went to Africa so actively not only because of Zhang Chengye, right?

His guess flashed through his mind, with no evidence at all, just an instinctive feeling.

That night was excited. During the five kilometers the next morning, Wang Hao ran with dark circles. Because of live ammunition, he actually suffered from insomnia and fell asleep in the middle of the night.

After running for five kilometers, then having to eat, singing before eating. This is the military tradition. Originally, the special training of the three of them did not require a song before the meal. However, Xiao Zhan, a pervert, said that even if he fights to the last person, he must have the courage to fight to the end, so he must sing. This tradition cannot be lost. So every morning, three men and one woman will see a positive army singing at the top of his throat.

At the beginning, the people in other companies were very strange and regarded Wang Hao and others as monkeys. But a week passed and they lost the freshness. At the same time, a hint of recognition and admiration was found in the eyes of the soldiers of other companies, because not everyone had the courage to sing loudly in front of everyone, even if this kind of singing was not much stronger than the sound of killing a pig.

Wang Hao gradually understood Xiao Zhan’s so-called singing is a perverted theory that war is fought. The company of four people is different from a company of one hundred people. If the four people don’t even dare to sing before meals, how could they still have the courage to fight the flag full of bullet holes and bloody when the company beats the only one you are left?

Soldiers are really a special group that is different from ordinary people. This is what he felt after training for a week.

Singing, eating, and then coming to the shooting range. Wang Hao got five bullets. He couldn't help but feel depressed and shouted loudly: "Report."

"Tell me!" Xiao Zhan glanced at him and said.

"Are there only five bullets in total?" Wang Hao asked.

"One practice, five live ammunitions, horizontal shooting of a 200-meter ring target, excellent forty-eight rings, and pass the forty-eight rings. If you want more bullets, you can hit the pass first. Otherwise, if you practice a gun for a week and can't even pass the pass, you can basically only go to the logistics base to raise pigs." Xiao Zhan said, and at the same time glanced at Wang Hao disdainfully, which means that no matter how much you shot, it would be a waste of troops' bullets.

This is what he is like. He can offend people to death when speaking. Wang Hao thought to himself that this is in the army. If he is in society, he will definitely not live for a few days.

He was angry, but he did not refute. The training of the past week gave Wang Hao a certain understanding of the army. It was not possible to rely on his mouth here. That was the business of the cadres of the agency. In the field troops, everything depends on their strength. Because when they go to the battlefield, it is impossible to speak with their mouths and kill the enemy. Instead, they need to use the gun in their hands and use all the skills they have learned to kill the enemy to eliminate the enemy's body and mind.
Chapter completed!