No wonder the bayonets scolded, the fifth and seventh teams were really bad, putting the "militants" among the hostages, only a little bit exposed, and the slightest crooked would injure the hostages by mistake, and the room was again closed with curtains, and the snipers did not work.

Although those "militants" would shoot, Dewey knew that if it was a real mission, this situation was likely to happen, and he really didn't know what to do, so he asked: "Bayonet, if it is a real scenario, how should it be solved?" ”

"We will attract the attention of the militants, pretend to negotiate with them, and then quickly kill them." said the bayonet.

"Killed? What if you accidentally injure a hostage? ”

Dewey was taken aback, he did not expect that the bayonet would use such a simple and crude method to solve the dilemma in front of him.

"The dragon was not injured by mistake. Now let's say I'm negotiating with the militants, and you're responsible for the killing, so heed my orders. The bayonet said.

This was Dewey's special training, and it was naturally up to him to carry it out.

"Understood."

Dewey took a deep breath and stood side by side with the bayonet in the doorway, pointing a gun in his hand at one of the "militants".

"Hit!"

The bayonet suddenly shouted, Dewey subconsciously pulled the trigger, and before he had time to see what the outcome of the battle was, the gun in his hand quickly turned and fired a second shot at another militant.

Bang, bang!

After two gunshots, the "militants" fell down along with the four hostages.

"Uh, sorry, I made a mistake." Dewey said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, it was supposed to train you, let's retreat." said the bayonet.

Dewey followed him downstairs and joined the others.

When he went downstairs, Dewey deliberately looked at the results of the other people's hits, and found that all of them were ten rings without exception, which once again changed his opinion about the fourth team tease.

Returning to the starting point in a tactical retreat, the fifth and seventh teams were already there, and the captain of the fifth team looked at his watch and said, "Bayonet, it's late to come back, it's twelve minutes, you can't escape our pursuit." ”

"Crosshair, your grandson, Xian'er's first live-fire drill, you put the militants in the hostage pile, it's too shameless, right?" The bayonet said angrily.

"Hehe, then you can't blame me, you said it yourself, everything is based on actual combat, and this is what happens in actual combat!"

The crosshair smiled smugly and asked Dewey, "How about Xian'er, how many hostages have you killed?" ”

"Two." Dewey replied depressedly.

In fact, there are four, but two of them were hit by bullets after penetrating the humanoid target, which cannot happen in reality, so it doesn't count, but the two who stood in front of the "militants" can't be washed away.

"It's okay, novices are like this, and if you fight more in the future, you will be accurate, and it is better to take hostages now than to fight hostages in actual combat." Said the crosshair.

"Well, I'll practice well." Dewey nodded, and then asked: "What if this happens in actual combat, and the militants still don't give us a chance to negotiate, if we don't retreat and shoot the hostages?" ”

"Cold salad. Direct kill. The bayonet said.

"If you don't have the right opportunity to shoot rashly, you will definitely injure the hostages by mistake!" Dewey exclaimed.

"If we don't kill them now, when the reinforcements of the militants arrive, not only us, but these hostages don't want to live, so killing them directly is the best option."

There was no emotion in the sound of the bayonet, and it was the first time Dewey had seen him so cold-blooded.

He was tempted to say that such an approach did not correspond to the thinking of our army, but he thought of what the bayonet said when he first joined the team - forgetting that he was a soldier, and in the end he did not say it.

"Remember, we are the Hidden Dragon, but we are not the Virgin."

The bayonet's face was more serious than ever, and Dewey suddenly woke up to the fact that he was about to face a real war. War is inherently cruel, and the so-called mercy, whether to the enemy or otherwise, is cruel to oneself.

"When you think you can't make the right choice, just remember that 1 is always less than 2, we can't save everyone, there have to be trade-offs. Of course, if that 1 is more important than 2, if that's the case, even if all the hidden dragons are sacrificed, the safety of that 1 must be guaranteed. The bayonet said again.

"I see." Dewey said earnestly.

"Now that you understand, let's start the next exercise."

Special training continued.

The fifth and seventh teams set up one simulation scene after another in the training ground, including rescue, sabotage, breakthrough, and defense.

These scenes are all real combat examples they have experienced, although they are not as thrilling as real battles, but they are much more difficult than Dewey's simulation exercises in China, and it is not easy to complete them smoothly.

Because of Dewey, today's mission was basically a failure, but no one in the fourth team complained about it, let alone laughed at him.

At the end of the special training, Dewey drove back to the camp in a dejected manner, not even wanting to say a word on the way.

They didn't speak with bayonets, but after dinner, they went to play as usual, and pulled Dewey to the conference room.

"Xian'er's special training is over today, let's analyze and summarize together, Xian'er, what do you have to say?" said the bayonet.

"I didn't perform well today, and I made the people of the fifth and seventh teams laugh at everyone, I'm sorry." Dewey stood up and bowed to everyone in apology.

"Cut, just because they deserve to laugh at us?" The mule pursed his lips disdainfully and said, "Let me tell you Xian'er, they finally found an opportunity to deliberately make it bad." ”

The others were comforted.

"That's it, what a big deal, you still bow and apologize, you don't have to take it seriously."

"Let me tell you Xian'er, you behaved very well today, much better than when we tossed them to come to the newcomer."

"You don't know, when we used to play their newcomers, it was called ......"

Dewey abruptly interrupted the shepherd and asked, "Newcomers playing with them?" ”

"Of course, this is the traditional special training subject of our base, but our team plays harder." The shepherd laughed.

"After a long time, I became the target of their revenge?" Dewey suddenly realized.

Those who play people always play, and everyone has to find a chance to retaliate back, and as a result, Dewey becomes the one who is played.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, let's get to the point and help Xian'er analyze and summarize together."

The bayonet interrupted everyone and took the lead in saying: "Xian'er, let's put aside the weapon first, your tactics still have some common problems in domestic troops, and your skills are very solid but they are not flexible enough to use." It's like the second drill, where you hide the enemy in the tree, you don't need to shoot at him at all, because he can't shoot at you from your position at that time......"

As he spoke, he drew a diagram of the time on a piece of paper and explained it carefully to Dewey.

Others also helped him analyze the problems existing during the special training, and even the mule, who claimed to be the most vindictive and had already remembered more than a dozen of Dewey's crimes, did not hide his selfishness at all.

Dewey knew that these were bayonets, and the experience they had accumulated in battle was very valuable, so he immediately turned into a schoolboy and listened attentively.

After listening to it, he only felt that his eyes suddenly opened up, as if a whole new world had opened.

It turned out that this was the real battle, and no matter how close the training in the ice sword was to the actual combat, it was too far from the experience of these battle-hardened veterans.

Like a sponge absorbing water, Dewey absorbed these combat experiences with all his might, and continued to apply them to practice in the next few days of special training.

Every night, everyone would gather to help Dewey analyze the tactical points, just like on the first day. Dewey also really felt that he was becoming more and more integrated into the collective, and he was happy to be in this collective.

Of course, it would be more perfect if everyone was not so funny when they analyzed.

As the special training progressed, Dewey continued to grow, failed fewer and fewer tasks, and succeeded more and more, and by the last day of the special training, none of the tasks failed, and all of them were successfully completed.

He didn't deliberately practice shooting, but in these actual combat training, Dewey gradually became familiar with the performance of various firearms, although it was worse than the veterans of bayonets, but basically they could hit the bull's-eye, and the nine rings were mistakes.

"Congratulations, you've completed all the special training and are ready to officially participate in the battle." The bayonet congratulated with a smile.

"Thank you bayonet, thank you, without everyone's help, I wouldn't have been able to complete the special training so quickly." Dewey said heartily.

"Xian'er, don't just thank you verbally, come with something affordable." The mule shouted.

Coaxing is always indispensable for the shepherd, and he immediately followed: "Yes, it's affordable, please rub it together." ”

"Rub it off? No problem, I'll treat you tonight, eight dishes and one soup, enough to be full! Dewey said with a smile.

", can you have a little bit of interest, don't learn from the bayonet, you know how to go to the cafeteria." The mule shouted.

"Yes, although the canteen food is good, but you are tired of eating too much, can't you be generous?" The shepherd cried out.

"Okay, okay, what's the call, can you have a little bit of interest, except for eating, you know how to eat?"

The old donkey pulled the mule and the shepherd aside, and said to Dewey, "Xian'er, forget about eating, and arrange the big sword." ”

"I know that old donkey, your dog can't spit ivory out of his mouth." Dewey laughed and scolded.

"As long as you arrange for my brother to have a few big swords, I will spit out two tusks for you now." The old donkey said shamelessly.

"Xian'er, you see that Brother Donkey's face is full of suffocation, and he is going to spit out ivory for the sake of the big sword, you should promise him quickly." The old cat followed.

"Okay, I promised. Isn't it just a big sword, how can it be sold, I'll go buy one for the old donkey now, and let him cut the pimples on his face. ”

Tease is really contagious, and Dewey is showing more and more his talent for teasing, which makes everyone laugh.

At this moment, the phone rang in the conference room, and the bayonet came over to pick it up, and everyone fell silent.

"Captain, I'm a bayonet...... Yes, yes...... I know. ”

Putting down the phone, the bayonet turned to the crowd and said, "The mission is coming." ”