Ballistic Silence of Special Years

The solemn words immediately caused an uproar among the special forces members on the side.

If it weren't for Zhuang Yan's four-star military rank, someone would probably come up and spit right now.

Crazy to the limit?
Dare to come to the "Blood Wolf" brigade to play wild?

One hit ten?

Do you think you are Ye Wen?
Gao Xin really didn't know whether to laugh or be annoyed.

I've seen crazy ones, but I've never seen such crazy ones!
"Since Brigadier Zhuang is willing, you have the highest rank here, and you have the final say!"

He pushed the boat with the flow and immediately agreed to come down.

From Gao Xin's point of view, Zhuang Yan, the commander of the new special warfare brigade, wants to stick his face on the soles of his shoes, that's his own business, and he can't blame himself.

"Chen Gao!"

"To!"

"Choose ten people, compete with our Brigadier Zhuang, exchange ideas, and let him guide our training!"

Full of polite words, but in fact not at all polite.

Of course Chen Gao understood Gao Xin's words.

That is to pick the ten best ones and let Brigadier Zhuang have a good experience.

For members of the special warfare brigade like the "Blood Wolf" brigade, the subject of CQB intrusion and search has already been passed tens of thousands of times in the hands of each member.

Against a two-bar-four, in the eyes of those young officers and non-commissioned officers, the solemn winning rate is zero.

"Chen Gao, get a set of equipment for Brigadier Zhuang!"

Turning around, he asked Zhuang Yan enthusiastically: "What gun does Brigadier Zhuang want?"

"95-1 is fine." Zhuang Yan looked very casual: "The pistol is the same as them, just get a 92, and the rest are the same as your team members."

"Chen Gao! Did you hear that? Automatic rifles, 92 pistols, and others according to your order."

Now Gao Xin is afraid of solemn repentance, who knows that the senior colonel was too aggressive just now, and he might regret it in the next second and say that he was just joking.

But Zhuang Yan didn't seem to regret it at all.

Chen Gao sent a set of individual equipment for special forces, and wanted to help Zhuang Yan put it on, but he suddenly found that he couldn't do it at all.

Solemnly and deftly put on the tactical vest, put on the helmet again, adjusted the elastic band, checked the marked grenades, removed the magazine, checked the marked rounds inside, reloaded the magazine, quickly opened the safety push and loaded the bullet, facing the A few shots were fired on the concrete wall not far away. After looking at the impact point, he turned to Gao Xin and said, "Can I go to your CQB training ground to get familiar with it? It will take only 10 minutes."

"No problem, please go ahead!" Gao Xin didn't disagree, and his request was very, very reasonable.

Solemnly entered the indoor combat training ground.

In fact, he mainly looks at the structure, passage, terrain and target setting.

This kind of indoor training ground of the "Blood Wolf" brigade is rare in infantry divisions, but it is very common in special forces.

It is mainly used to train indoor combat-based tactics such as urban combat, anti-terrorism operations, rescue operations, etc.

There are many rooms inside, and the passages are no different from common buildings. The areas of the rooms are different, the types of units are different, and the scenes are also different.

But there are targets for hostages and gangsters in each room. The team members broke in according to the skills of daily training, hit the gangsters in the shortest time, and rescued the hostages.

Soon, solemnly walked out.

Gao Xin asked: "Do you still want to get acquainted? I can wait."

He is full of confidence.

as you see.

Can you still fly?
Zhuang Yan asked: "Can I adjust the target position inside?"

Gao Xin said, "No problem."

Because it is impossible to break into and search the same building every time, and it is impossible to have the same number of bandits and hostages in the room every time, it is very common to adjust the internal target position and layout.

That's how they usually train.

Solemnly said: "According to the rules, I am the gangster and they are the operation team. If the rescue of the hostages fails, it means that your operation will fail. Right?"

Gao Xin thought for a moment, then nodded immediately: "That's right, that's it."

This time it was Zhuang Yan's turn to nod: "That's fine, give me 10 minutes, I'll set up the target again, and you will start attacking in 10 minutes."

After Zhuang Yan entered the venue, Gao Xin started to check the clock.

After 10 minutes, he waved his hand.

Chen Gao brought his team members over to gather at the entrance of the building.

Gao Xin warned: "Take it easy, as long as you win, you'll be fine."

That means, don't embarrass our Brigadier Zhuang too much, at least he is a Brigadier, isn't he?

Chen Gao knew this complex of buildings well, to put it bluntly, he could walk out with his eyes closed.

With a wave of his hand, the team members gathered around.

"Two groups of five, two groups break into the formation, understand?"

The other special forces members nodded vigorously and said in unison: "Understood!"

They have long practiced this kind of training to the point of throwing up, as long as they talk to each other, they will understand what to do, and there is no need to talk at all.

The "Sharp Sword" players on the scene quickly divided into two tactical groups, stood still at the door, and waited for Gao Xin's order to start attacking.

Gao Xin looked at his watch.

10 minutes passed, and 30 seconds more.

He did it on purpose, for 30 seconds, just treat it as a gift!

"attack!"

Following Gao Xin's order, two assault teams immediately smashed open the gate with a battering hammer, and entered the building one after the other.

Chen Gao selected 6 people from his platoon to form a typical 7-member tactical team, and began to enter the building after simply assigning tasks.

Soon, gunshots and door breaking were heard from inside.

In front of the monitor, Gao Xin stared at the screen.

The tactical team had a problem entering a room on the second floor.

boom--

As soon as the door was broken, the camera immediately went blank, followed by gunshots.

Gao Xin was startled: "What's going on?"

Chen Gao's voice came from the radio.

"Trap! Trap! Back off!"

Another camera saw the group that had already entered leave the room, but three of the five who entered entered.

Then, the rest of the team started throwing stun bombs into it.

After throwing away, organize the intrusion again.

There was another shot from inside.

"He's here!"

An officer of the blood wolf brigade who was staring at the monitor pointed to a picture and shouted.

Sure enough, a solemn figure appeared in the camera.

It was actually behind the two assault teams!
"Damn! Why is he there!"

Gao Xin was stunned, just now he saw that Chen Gao and the others had used various snooping tools to check before entering the room, and only after making sure that there was no trick device behind the door did they break in.

It's what every Special Forces tactical team does when a CQB breaks into a room, and this one was no exception.

How did you get caught when you broke in?
What's more terrible is how the solemnity slipped behind them.

He subconsciously grabbed the walkie-talkie and wanted to notify the team members inside.

The staff officer next to him, Zhang Kai, jumped up: "Hey! Chief of Staff Gao, you are cheating!"

According to the rules, of course, you can't watch the monitor to direct the actions inside. Many times, there is no monitoring system in the building that breaks into. Even if there is, the gangsters will not be stupid enough to leave it to the special forces.

Gao Xin put down the walkie-talkie in embarrassment.

His heart was like being scorched by fire.

Seeing that Yan Yan approached sensitively and silently like a preying cat, and then shot down the two team members behind the door, they didn't go in, and directly threw two grenades in from one side.

"It's over..."

Gao Xin closed her eyes in frustration.