"Instructor heard that you have fought?" Ning Yong suddenly asked.

Xiao Zhan glanced at him and saw Ning Yong's tall and strong body, extraordinary momentum, and there seemed to be an explosive force in his body. He couldn't help but take a look at him again. He was the squadron leader of the Third Squadron of the Navy Amphibious Special Forces Brigade and had performed many secret missions. Although he could not walk out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood like the old predecessors during the War of Resistance Against Japan, he had also experienced many life and death.

"I received an order to conduct a special training for the three of you for half a month. During this period, I am your instructor. All actions of the three of you must obey my command. Since you are wearing this military uniform, you must follow the rules of the soldiers and shout a report before speaking. You are not allowed to speak before I allow you. Do you understand?" Xiao Zhan's eyes became sharp and he glared at Ning Yong.

Who is Ning Yong? He wants to fight with the other party if he doesn't provoke him. Xiao Zhan glared at him and immediately glared back. At the same time, he shouted: "I don't follow the order of the embroidered pillow. I want us to listen to you. I will pass my level first."

After saying that, Ning Yong's body moved and came to Xiao Zhan in a flash. For him, he had no sense of the bullshit command, and he would not have the awareness of it. If he didn't accept it, he would do it until he was obedient. This is his creed.

Bang bang!

Wang Hao looked like he was a joke, thinking that Xiao Zhan would be stinking in a while. Who is Ning Yong? He was a martial arts fanatic who practiced traditional martial arts to the realm of transformation. However, after a few seconds, he was stunned. Because the two of them were about to break up, they could not see a few moves of attack. They only forced Xiao Zhan to take a step back and were knocked to the ground did not appear.

Wang Hao’s lack of words can only turn the shock in his heart into two words: “Fuck me!”

"Come again!" Ning Yong roared, and at this time he was also very shocked and was aroused by wildness.

"On the battlefield, you are dead now." Xiao Zhan snorted coldly and said.

"Bad, you guy who suffered a loss just now." Ning Yong retorted.

"Now the battlefield is not just about fists, but also guns." Xiao Zhan's eyes showed a hint of contempt, which really angered Ning Yong, and he shouted: "You can use a gun to see if I'm afraid, but if you use a gun, don't blame me for taking ruthless actions."

Xiao Zhan seemed to be called Mao by Ning Yong, and his face was gloomy and terrifying. He shouted to a soldier next to him: "Go and get two sets of equipment, hurry up!"

"Yes!" the soldier roared, then turned around and ran. He came back in about ten minutes. He had two sets of individual equipment in his hand and laser triggering devices for the exercise.

Xiao Zhan put on his equipment and picked up the 95 assault rifle and explained: "There are empty bullets here, but they can shoot lasers. If they hit you, the laser trigger device on your body will smoke. Of course, if you are hit hard, you will also take risks. Since you want to compete, then come on."

"Okay!" Ning Yong put on the equipment, but he didn't know how to use his gun and was ready to attack Xiao Zhan with bare hands.

Xiao Zhan glanced at Ning Yong, then put down the 95 assault rifle, took only one pistol, and said, "I won't bully you, I will only use a pistol."

"Don't shout if it hurts later, don't cry if your bones are broken." Ning Yong said.

"I can't kill you in five seconds, my surname is yours." Xiao Zhan was also angry.

"Hmph!" Ning Yong snorted coldly and said, "Are you ready? I'm going to start." He was quite confident in his body movement and speed. Besides, he had never fought with the person who used the gun. In the face of absolute speed, he would not even think of hitting him.

Xiao Zhan did not hold the pistol in his hand, but still inserted it into the holster, and hooked his hand at Ning Yong, who was three meters away.

Swish!

The next second, Ning Yong's body moved, and this time it was faster. Wang Hao, who was watching, saw a afterimage, Ning Yong's body disappeared: "I hope I won't cripple." He said in his heart, a little regretful that Ning Yong had trouble with Xiao Zhan. After all, it's always a bad thing to hurt someone in the army.

Bang!

The next second, the gunshots, and then he sees the smoke device on Ning Yong's peeping.

"Damn it, how is this possible? Ning Yong's speed is so fast that he can't see clearly. It takes less than a second for him to be killed by Xiao Zhan. This, this..." Wang Hao opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Ning Yong was also stunned. He couldn't figure it out. The other party's gun pulling speed was faster than him. He didn't even need to aim. He just raised the gun and shot the head: "How could he be so bad? You can't cheat. I'm the fastest, why is it still locked?"

Xiao Zhan's muscles, whose tense body were slightly relaxed. In the past second, the pressure was very great for him. He had already trained to shoot the gun and had not required brain control, so he could achieve the fastest speed. However, Ning Yong's speed was also very fast, and he was moving forward serpentine and could not lock it with his eyes. He could only rely on his feelings, but he didn't expect to hit it. He thought to himself that he was lucky because the shot just now was half of his usual training, and the other half was entirely based on luck.

"I lost." A little leaned over, Ning Yong returned to Wang Hao with a dejected look and stood there.

"You are very powerful, have you practiced martial arts? It's still a very authentic inheritance." Xiao Zhan asked Ning Yong, and he was a little interested in him. Their squadron is recruiting people this year. Although Ning Yong looks a little old, he is a talent. As long as he trains such a person, he will definitely be a god of killing on the battlefield.

"Ning Yong, the successor of the Han Family Bajiquan in Jiangcheng." Ning Yong clasped his fists according to the rules of the Jianghu and introduced himself: "Just fighting with you just now, I found that there are a little shadows of your Xingyi Bajiquan. I wonder which school it is?"

"My boxing skills were practiced in the army, and I did not apprenticeship. They were very complicated, but they were all the essence of each sect, and they used the simplest and most direct way to kill the enemy." Xiao Zhan replied, and then asked, "I couldn't be considered as winning just now. In terms of kung fu, I am not as good as you, but I just took advantage of the guns. Are you interested in coming to our squadron? As long as you master the guns, you will definitely be much more powerful than me in the future."

Ning Yong shook his head decisively and said, "I'm not interested. I'm pursuing the ultimate of martial arts. Maybe on that day, even if you have a gun in your hand, you can't do anything to me."

"Oh!" Xiao Zhan didn't say anything, but started a day's training.

Ning Yong and Ouyang Rujing have nothing inappropriate for training. Both of them have martial arts skills, and their physical fitness is similar to ordinary special forces. Besides, martial arts practices are endurance, carrying a weight of five kilometers, running with 400 meters, disassembly of guns and gun-holding practices, which are all small things for both of them.
Chapter completed!