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Chapter seven hundred and seventy-fifth literary talent is extraordinary showing scars(2/2)

In a few days, vegetables will be planted in the field training ground. If they are broken during training, they will be thrown away. If they are not stepped on, they can be kept for food. Sorghum is also planted on the shooting range. Hiding the target in the sorghum field can also cultivate soldiers' observation ability.

As long as we are in charge of the military camp, we all grow things, rice and wheat. During training, soldiers do various tactical actions. In the rice planting area, even if it is cold, you have to lie inside and endure the smell of wet and manure.

The branches and leaves of wheat are at least a red mark on their body, but at night exercises, the charge suddenly sounds, and you don’t have time to put on combat uniforms and hold firearms. You can only wear a pants and find something that can be used as a weapon. Then you crawl into the wheat field and meet with others near you within a fixed time to form a defensive position."

After the introduction, Yang Danzi proudly added: "It was my father who came up with it."

"Oh." Xiao Bei nodded in surprise and asked again: "What should I do if the rice seedlings and wheat seedlings are overwhelmed?"

"If you really can't help, give up or replant them. The reconnaissance forces will help them. When they help, they can understand the traces left by the plants after being crushed by people, and be familiar with tracking and hiding. My second uncle is from the reconnaissance camp." The little boy said proudly.

Xiao Bei stuck out his tongue and turned his head to look at Zhang Hu. It means that the training method is really good.

Zhang Hu smiled slightly and said to the little guys: "The training of the Miaogu Team in our family is more rigorous." After speaking, he shouted: "No. 5 and No. 6, leave the line, lurk at the sandbag in front."

As the words fell, two people rushed out of the team. They pulled out the tactical saber on their legs at the same time, and cut twelve of them a few times into the sack. One of them took off his clothes and threw his pants to the other, and the other made his pants into a tube shape and placed them on the pile of sand as quickly as possible.

He lifted up his shirt and lay beside the pile of sand. The person who took off his clothes used his hands to brush the sand and buried the burial of the sack. He lifted up the sack, lay horizontally and leaned over his body, covering the sack.

The action of two people is completed within one minute.

Xiaobei and others were stunned: "Is this?"

"At the expense of one person, to cover another person, the sacrifice is the person who enters under the sack piece. The illusion he gives people is that he enters the sand pile and breathes with the passage formed by his trouser legs. When the enemy thinks that there is no one in the sand pile, he will naturally turn over the sack piece. Then when he sees him, he may pull the grenade or rush to the enemy's knife edge.

But the person who really hides is the one who uses clothes to form a little breathing space. Our training requires us to not float even if we are sucked underwater and bleeding. In the snowy land, we will freeze all over. We must retain a moving finger and a trace of firing consciousness before our lives disappear."

Zhang Hu said in a plain tone.

"Really, really?" Gong Shuhe asked in disbelief.

Zhang Hu didn't say anything, but took off his clothes quickly, leaving only his underwear. He closed his hands and spitted a few saliva on his face, grabbed a handful of wet sand and rubbed it hard on his face, revealing a trace of indentation on his left cheek, making people know at a glance that it was a scar formed after something pierced the left face.

Looking at his body again, there were countless scars crisscrossing. It can be seen that some new scars were scratched on the old scars.

Others also took off their clothes one after another. A man who had been wearing sunglasses took off the mirror and showed a hole in his right eye. Everyone had never had a complete body.

"Brother Huzi, you... no wonder your brothers and sisters asked us to respect you, and you never called us the little lady and the young master like others, treat us as children, like elders, you... have this qualification."

Xiao Bei wiped his tears and said.

Zhang Hu grinned: "You are kids, we don't need respect for you, we just need to care for you. The injuries on your body are nothing. There are injuries in normal training. When you are in Luzhou, you also left new injuries. Later, you entered Tubo and waited to finish the battle with Tubo. We went back to secretly fight with the snow-fed mountains, grasslands, jungles, and swamps.

Fortunately, we all survived, but many of the teams we led remained there. Anyone who despises the enemy and nature uses their lives to interpret danger.

The scars on our bodies are glory. Don’t think we are the most powerful. That’s because we have not met an enemy that unites like Xiao Bao and Juanjuan’s wife, especially Xiao Bao. If we face him, even if we dare to rush up, we will be in a loss.

I didn’t know before that the more I experienced, the deeper my fear of Xiaobao and Xiao Gongzi will be, so we don’t worry when Xiao Gongzi and Xiao Wang take you out to play.”

The little guys were all stupid, and the others were also confused. It was not until the person lying in the sand couldn't hold back his breath and stood up, and everyone woke up a little.

"My brother is so awesome?" Bei asked in shock.

"It's generally awesome." Zhang Hu said firmly.
Chapter completed!
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