The sun had already risen, and the morning temperature in Novosibirsk was not very high, probably because of the fog last night, and there was a smell of humidity in the air.

On the rostrum of the base, red banners have been hung, tables and chairs covered with red cloth have been set up, several major generals are sitting in the center, and there are several senior officers from the participating national teams lined up left and right, sitting upright with serious expressions.

Each delegate formed a column facing the rostrum, and the platoon of the PLA detachment was solemn, holding a five-star red flag in his hand, wearing special warfare camouflage, and wearing a camouflage cap, and staring straight ahead.

What people didn't expect today was that the local base military actually invited people to come and watch the game, and what was even more surprising was that there were dozens of Chinese representatives, holding a miniature version of the five-star red flag in their hands and waving it, and their faces were painted with five-pointed stars and Bayi patterns.

"Come on, PLA!"

"Come on, Chinese team!"

A few uncles and aunts who could be seen at a glance as Chinese, as well as a few young men and girls, couldn't hold back the excitement of being able to be here for their own country's special forces, and began to cheer.

This added a layer of pressure to the hearts of every player present.

I thought it was a closed-door competition, but I didn't expect it to be an open competition now.

Before, everyone didn't know any information about this, and it was a little sudden at the moment.

This is equivalent to competing with the special forces of other countries in front of the fathers and fellow villagers, and it is useless to brag about PLA in normal times, but now it is a real battle abroad, and if you lose, you will disappoint these Chinese who are doing business and working in country E.

For PLA servicemen, it is absolutely unacceptable.

After a brief but solemn opening ceremony, the chairman of the tournament organizing committee announced the official opening of the competition.

After the chiefs had finished speaking, Petrov came up and announced that the first day of the competition included a helicopter landing and a 15-kilometer march.

This is already a revised competition process, and although it is roughly figured out from the subjects trained in China, the connection between the front and back is no longer the same.

There was no orienteering, only a 15-kilometer rapid march in azimuth, followed by an ambush, interception of vehicles, capture of targets, and acquisition of intelligence documents.

There's nothing to argue about, and it seems to be a little less intense.

As long as it is the previous training subject, solemnly feels that there is no problem.

Unexpectedly, before the start of the game, things seemed to change again.

All the participating teams gathered on the sidelines, and the head of the referee's team, Colonel Peternov of the chicken thief, asked each team to send one player to draw lots.

It is his duty to be the squad leader, and of course he is on the lottery.

Because the people who were sampled were all the leaders of the special forces detachments of various countries, that is, the squad leaders of the reconnaissance squads.

Qasim was the first to draw, reached into the box, and drew the No. 2 lot.

This means that the National Anti-Terrorist Force of Country H is the second departure.

Niklak drew a draw and drew No. 1.

It means that the paratroopers of the 45 Special Operations Regiment were the first to set off.

Solemnly stretched out his hand and twitched ......

!

It's a 9!

That is, the PLA detachment was the last to set off.

Luck was really so-so.

But it's all luck, no way.

Since it is at the end of the queue, according to the speed of releasing a group of people every 20 minutes, it will take at least three hours before it is the turn of the PLA detachment to set off.

The starting point was next to a row of firs at the edge of the base's training ground, where everyone was checking each other's equipment one last time and then starting to cheer each other on.

solemnly suddenly found that the matter of fighting chicken blood is not something that PLA will do, and the veterans of which team are giving their own players chicken blood to each other.

The big maozi paratroopers had already circled around the sidelines, arm on arm, bending over, bowing their heads, "refueling" one by one, one "victory" at a time, just like a group of bears roaring together.

The funniest thing is that the gang of black buddies from Africa actually danced their dance together, muttering in a language that they don't understand solemnly, as if chanting a spell to invite the gods to come up.

Just when everyone thought the game was about to start, there was an unexpected change.

Everyone's weight is rigorously tested, and there are several electronic scales next to the starting point, and everyone who sets off has to put their own rucksack on it to weigh.

Weighing is not only done at the beginning of the journey, but also weighed again as soon as you return to the finish line, so as to avoid throwing away the items and sandbags in the backpack in order to reduce the weight on the way.

Petronov, who had just weighed the 45 team members, once again gathered everyone.

"I'm sorry, but there's something I have to ask for your opinion on."

As soon as he spoke, Xu Weiguo felt that something was wrong again.

Sure enough, his instincts were accurate.

Colonel Petronov continued: "That's the case, we just weighed it and found that the weight of our country's team members' backpacks is 20KG, which was originally mentioned in the rules, and the weight requirement for this project today is more than 15KG, I want to remind you that you must pay attention to the weight of your backpack, if the weight is not enough, please replenish it yourself." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was taken aback.

"Comrade Colonel, if so, why can't your men lose some weight?"

An old black leader asked with some dissatisfaction.

Colonel Petronov said in a big way: "Because the guns and grenades used by our soldiers and all kinds of survival equipment are too heavy, but if you throw away some equipment, then this is not in line with the requirements of actual combat, can you give up your grenades, bullets, food, climbing ropes and other necessities on the battlefield?" ”

He beckoned and asked a paratrooper from the 45 Special Operations Regiment to come over.

"Maxim, open your rucksack for everyone to see."

"Yes!"

A member of the paratrooper special forces named Maxim immediately took off his large backpack, opened it in front of everyone, and pulled out the contents one by one.

Climbing ropes, food, water bags, tarps, first aid kits, binoculars, directional mines, TN ladder blocks, walkie-talkies, telephone lines, water bottles, mouth tanks......

Then remove the tactical vest and cartridge belt.

10 grenades, 6 magazines, 4 sweet potato grenades, night vision equipment, pistols, ......

Like a jingle pocket, this guy digs more and more.

Finally, an RPG-26 type bazooka was pulled out......

The old black leader next to him didn't want to look at it anymore, waved his hand and said, "Oh my God, why are you putting so many things on your body?" ”

"Fighting!" Colonel Petronov was a little proud: "When our fighters entered Grozny, they carried these things on their backs, and they all met the requirements of real combat. ”

Xu Weiguo was silent.

He knew that Petrov had already known it.

If you dare to bring it up like this, you must have some support.

The special forces of various countries use their own equipment, including backpacks and the like, some countries import the equipment of the Eagle Sauce family, and some of the countries that used to belong to the former Soviet Union use Russian-style equipment, but the weight of everyone's equipment will definitely not be the same.

However, the provisions of the rules can easily be misleading.

Who doesn't want to carry something less?

Therefore, when everyone was preparing for training, they did everything possible to carry the weight of a 15-kilogram backpack.

But I didn't expect it to be good now, and the rucksack suddenly became 20KG.

There is 5KG more at the gratuitous end.

Don't underestimate this 5KG, that's 10 pounds, running more than ten kilometers of running, or in the wild, this is absolutely fatal.

Sure enough, Major Qasim couldn't help but ask first: "Colonel, your rules say that it is 15KG, and we all train roughly according to this weight, and you suddenly want to increase it, isn't that breaking the rules?" ”

"How can this be a break in the rules?" Colonel Petronov looked wronged, spread his hands, took out the rules, and put them in front of Kasim: "Look at the rules, it is clearly written on them, it is at least 15KG or more. ”

“……”

Tens of thousands of alpacas ran past Qasim's mind.

Colonel Petrov continued: "I said, don't delay any longer, the weight is actually the same for everyone, and no one takes advantage of it, is it possible that our fighters steal two pounds?" No, we're also 20GK, and I'm just asking you to reach the same weight as us to be fair, and I don't think it's too much. ”

Team leaders, look at me, I'll look at you.

This seems to be reasonable.

The big hairy paratroopers also carry 20KG, and the scale used is the same, anyone can supervise, and they don't cut corners at all.

Suddenly, Xu Weiguo felt that he was right not to say anything.

Actually, Da Maozi does just that.

Now it's his territory, he has the final say, as long as it's not too much, he can only accept it.

You can't go to the Preparatory Committee for this kind of.

Wouldn't that be a shame for one's own people?

Oh, everyone is a special forces, everyone is 20KG, and you have to protest because there is 5KG more?

Colonel Petrov gave his trademark chicken thief grin.

I'm afraid he had already thought of this method.

The meat is on the cutting board, and if you don't agree, you have to agree.

"Since everyone has no opinion, then I will let the troops go." Petronov's gaze swept over every helpless face, and he triumphantly said to the referee at the starting point: "Belev, let the lads begin!" ”

"Brigade Xu, what's the matter?" Solemnly seeing Xu Weiguo returning to the shade of the tree, he realized that Petronov definitely had nothing to care about: "The colonel is playing tricks again?" ”

Xu Weiguo snorted coldly: "It's not normal for him to not play tricks." This time, they said that their weight was 20KG, and they asked us to compete according to the 20KG weight. ”

Solemnly stunned: "Isn't it 15KG that the rules say?" ”

"!" Xu Weiguo couldn't help but scold his mother: "They wrote at least 15KG, which means that it is contained in 15KG!" ”

"Holy!" Solemn couldn't help but be happy.

This big-haired colonel is really playing tricks on his part, and he doesn't want to be embarrassed at all.

"Can you get a face? Can't let them carry less gear? ”

"People say that this is not breaking the rules, everyone's equipment is a necessity for war, and it is impossible to discard it in actual combat." Xu Weiguo sneered: "He also said that everyone has the same weight anyway, what does it matter?" That means, if any of you dare not add 5KG, it is cowardice, you say, who will disagree? ”

Zheng Zheng smiled a little: "I can't see it, Da Maozi also has crooked intestines." ”

Turning to the other team members, he said, "Did you hear that?" You guys add an extra 5KG each, no problem, right? ”

"No problem! It's just a big hairy one! ”

"That's it, just do it! I'm afraid of his eggs! ”

"Flip the big hair and grab their first! Let that colonel roll his eyes! ”

Everyone's morale suddenly rose.

This was a bit of a solemn surprise.

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