Chen Yunfa looked at the grenade that was still emitting blue smoke three or four meters away. He twisted his body like a big gecko and climbed to the grenade. He grabbed the grenade with his hands and didn't dare to raise his arms at all. He held his strength and used horizontal throwing method to send the grenade to more than twenty meters away.

With a "boom", the sound of the grenade explosion completely buried the trace of luck that the special forces soldiers had just developed back into their hearts.

Undoubtedly, the real and the real are really more terrifying than the pure ones.

"Sir, I'm not dead, I'm not losing, that's because you're throwing a stinky bullet." Lu Shandong, who was holding out the training grenade under him, burst into tears and screamed.

Shandong Lu is not afraid of death, but is afraid of being eliminated.

He has always been very ordinary, the kind of ordinary person who can't find him by throwing him into the crowd. He worked as a soldier in the 19th Route Army for three years, fought seven or eight battles, and had no military achievements. If it weren't for the rank of senior corps for three years, he would still be the lowest second-class private.

It was not because of other things that he chose to come to the Independent Group. It was because of the high salary of the Independent Group. The reason why he was able to be selected was because of his parents' good body and strong body. After being admitted to the Independent Group, he was admitted to the Special Forces Brigade. In the past three months, he learned something that he had not learned in the past few years. It turned out that fertilizer powder could be used as a bomb, and there was also a kind of shooting technique that could shoot a person at the head of a mile and a half away... It turned out that the strong could do it himself.

Three months of training have also given rise to the ambition of the most ordinary soldier like Shandong. He wants to be a strong man and a person who can dominate his destiny on the battlefield. He wants to make the Black Hawk Empire, who once buried countless comrades in the cold graves with bullets and artillery shells in front of him, tremble in front of him.

He cannot be eliminated.

"Stinky bomb? OK, very good, very wise words, then why are you lying down like a dead dog? Do you think the enemy's grenade doesn't blow you to death, and his machine gun can't kill you?" Liu Lang's mouth was bent with a cruel arc.

Wave to the machine gunner on the left.

The two machine gunners were already the most accurate machine gunners selected by the independent regiment. They said that they would never hit 18 cm when they hit 20 cm, especially within a fifty meters range.

Liu Lang knew very well and continued to lower the height. Although it has been replaced with empty bullets, with the terrifying kinetic energy of the heavy machine gun, even if it is an empty bullet, it will not survive if it hits the head within a range of dozens of meters.

The commander ordered that the machine gunner on the left could only grit his teeth and continue to lower the height. The focus was on Shandong Shandong, who said just now that he was not "dead" and was trying to crawl.

Because the terrain was not that flat, Lushandong just twisted his body and crossed a small slope, and he felt a numbness on his shoulders.

"Oh no, I'm shot." Lu Shandong had just had this idea. Several bullets passed by his shoulders at high speed.

He couldn't see it, but Liu Lang and Ji Yanxue, who were standing outside the battlefield, could see it clearly. The consequence of a few bullets passing through their shoulders was tore open his flesh and leave a few deep marks.

Of course this is not enough to be fatal. What is fatal is that blood gushing out desperately. As Lu Shandong continued to stubbornly crawl, a bloodshot stretched behind him.

If he flows at this speed, when Lushandong reaches the end, the blood on his body should be almost flowing.

"Sir, Lushandong was hit by the artery, and he needed to stop the bleeding." Mo Xiaomao, who was following Lushandong, shouted wildly, and tears fell down.

"Enough, Chief Liu, you are training, not a battlefield, Lushandong needs to receive hemostatic treatment immediately." Ji Yanxue, who had been holding hands and keeping silent, finally couldn't help but roar at Liu Lang.

"Sorry, Major Ji, it's the battlefield now. Only those who survived from the battlefield are qualified to wear the armband of the special forces brigade." Liu Lang didn't even look at Ji Yanxue, and looked at the soldiers who were still trying to crawl.

"Liu Lang, as the head of the regiment field hospital, I beg you to stop the machine gun shooting, and I want to bandage him."

"Ji Yanxue, then I will tell you too, now I am the highest leader of the Independent Regiment. War will never stop because of a wounded person. If you want to bandage him, let your military doctors go to the battlefield instead of here." Liu Lang glanced at Ji Yanxue, whose face was obviously furious, and said in a deep voice.

"You bastard." Ji Yanxue roared angrily, turned around and grabbed the first aid kit from behind, and rushed to the training ground without hesitation.

No one knew that Liu Lang's hands were sweating behind him, and the soldiers were playing with him, but he was not able to keep his mind calm. On the contrary, he was no less relaxed than the soldiers in the rain of bullets.

Still not as good as that bastard Okocha, Liu Lang sighed slightly in his heart. This was just something he learned from Okocha, the chief instructor of the special forces training camp when he led the team to participate in the International Special Forces Competition. That guy is much more cruel than Liu Lang. In order to reduce the thirty participating teams to 16, this was a relatively scientific number, and this was a more scientific figure. On the first day of entering the training camp, a total of 180 special forces soldiers from thirty countries crawled forward under the strafing of 12.8mm heavy machine guns and finally successfully reached the finish line. There were only 16 countries, but only 70 people. The other ten countries gave up the competition. Thirty people were seriously injured, fifteen were disabled for life due to serious injuries, and four people died on the spot. Those who were swept by 12.8mm heavy machine guns would never be slightly injured.

Although the soldiers of the Independent Regiment Special Forces Brigade who had received three months of cruel training are already considered the best soldiers of this era, they are obviously still far from the professional soldiers in the future. Before they enter their battle, this is their graduation ceremony.

Although cruel, the little eagle has always been kicked off the cliff by his parents before it can spread its wings and soar.

However, Liu Lang felt that the level of excitement was obviously not enough, especially when Ji Yanxue, a foolish woman, appeared.

Seeing Ji Yanxue running wildly with the medicine box, about to arrive at the battlefield where bullets flew everywhere, sweat suddenly emerged from the foreheads of the two machine gunners. They couldn't help but lift the muzzle up a few minutes, and also looked at Liu Lang.

"If it were you, when you saw the enemy's medical soldiers go to rescue an enemy who had just killed your comrades, would you obey the bullshit international regulations and generously let them go, and then wait for the end of the war to drink and talk about the cruel memories of the war?" Liu Lang shouted at the two soldiers with a cold face.

Liu Lang has never been a generous person with a broad mind. In his understanding, every enemy who has killed his compatriots should use his life to repent, rather than just a mouth, especially in that country that is still quibbling after more than 80 years.

The two archers could only grit their teeth and nodded, swung their guns behind Ji Yanxue.
Chapter completed!