Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Just after running one kilometer, Zhao Chuan suddenly felt something was wrong.

In fact, from the beginning, he did not pull the speed to the highest.

You must know that it is not an easy task to carry a load off-road on a plateau with an altitude of more than 5000 meters.

Of course you can't lose to a senior colonel with two bars and four military ranks, but you can't lose any sympathy.

According to the original idea, Zhao Chuan had to run for three kilometers before exerting his strength, and he couldn't eat the solemnity behind him.

For the first three kilometers, you can still run with them to show respect.

Unexpectedly, from the very beginning, Zhuang Yan was already about ten meters ahead of him, leading all the time.

This made Zhao Chuan's face a little uneasy.

Hee hee!

I was supposed to give you some face as the brigade commander, but you dare to lead the way?
After all, peers are enemies. Although everyone is a brother team, they are competitive with each other.

Without further ado, Zhao Chuan exerted strength on his feet, caught up with Zhuang Yan, turned his head and smiled at him, and nodded.

Solemn also smiled very kindly.

then……

All of a sudden ran to the front again.

no more, no less.

Still ten meters away.

Zhao Chuan now became competitive.

He wouldn't believe that a senior colonel who was almost 40 years old could run ahead of his captain who was in full swing.

So he stepped up again.

Again, the two were neck and neck.

As before, the two still nodded and smiled at each other.

Majestic accelerated again.

He threw Zhao Chuan ten meters behind him.

Zhao Chuan felt something was wrong this time.

The fire of winning in his chest turned into a disaster uncontrollably, like a prairie fire.

At this time, all the previous assumptions and the respect of the colonel were all forgotten.

"I don't believe I won't faint you!"

Zhao Chuan thought so in his heart, and he stopped showing mercy.

This time, he decided to throw Zhuang Yan a hundred and 80 meters, so that he would never think of tying.

But he soon found out he was wrong.

The space seemed to stand still.

No matter how he ran, Zhuang Yan could always stick to him, and when he was not paying attention, he exceeded ten meters and eight meters.

Zhao Chuan felt a great humiliation.

I am the squadron leader of 270!
Captain!
Only 27 years old!

Can't beat a big school? !

A Brigadier? !

If you say this, it can become a joke in your own theater.

Fight.

For honor!

Get it together!

He understood.

This stately colonel is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp.

I originally thought that I was the gun king of the previous generations, with good marksmanship, but physical fitness may be like that!
I didn't expect him to be a hexagonal soldier.

Anything goes.

There is nothing wrong with it.

This aroused his curiosity to explore the depth of Zhuangyan's pond.

After some contesting, they enjoyed themselves, but the team members behind them were dumbfounded.

Any one of the commandos of the 270 Squadron is at the level of a soldier in the theater.

Physical fitness is one in ten thousand, or even one in a hundred thousand.

Among the players following behind, some were already beginning to feel strenuous.

At this speed, I am afraid that it will be finished within 20 copies.

At an altitude of more than 5000 meters, this is a very terrifying cross-country achievement with heavy loads.

Seeing this situation, how could a few team members with outstanding physical fitness let go of this opportunity to compete with the brigade commander?
I didn't move forward before, because I was afraid that running too fast would make the senior colonel lose his face.

Now everyone can see it.

The captain can't handle the colonel.

These physical fitness kings have to go up and compete for honor for the squadron.

So, the three players with the best physical fitness in the 270 miles let go of their hands and feet, ran all the way, and caught up with the team leader Zhao Chuan and Zhuang Yan.

The three of them looked at Zhao Chuan without saying a word, and rushed forward with all their strength.

All of a sudden, they surpassed the two of them.

Zhao Chuan's physical fitness is not considered the top in the team.

These three are.

Seeing that his three proud generals finally surpassed Zhuang Yan and himself, although he didn't do it himself, he was also honored.

However, he suddenly heard Zhuang Yan speak.

"So you're not the strongest captain?"

He was taken aback, and turned his head to look, only to see that the solemn aura was stable, although his face started to sweat, and his breathing was a little heavy, he was able to open his mouth to speak, but he couldn't hear the feeling of being out of breath, it was terrifying...

Before he could react, Zhuang Yan ran away.

That's right.

It is absolutely true to say that it is a smoke.

Zhao Chuan felt a chill in his ears, and the solemnity had already passed by like the wind, turning into a figure from the back in his sight.

The three team members who were already more than two people were running, and suddenly, out of the corner of their eyes, they noticed that there seemed to be one more person.

Turn around.

Everyone let out an exclamation in their hearts when they saw it.

"Fuck!"

That is the grandeur of the colonel.

Zhuang Yan was running silently with his head down, when a few people around him looked over, he noticed it, turned his head and smiled, as a greeting.

The three of them were not calm anymore.

They exchanged glances with each other, gritted their teeth and started to go wild again.

Originally, when the three of them surpassed Zhuang Yan and Zhao Chuan, they had already let go of their hands and feet and stepped on the gas pedal. Now they found that, no, they couldn't get rid of the colonel at all.

This exchange of eyes, each other saw the meaning in everyone's eyes.

"Don't show mercy!"

"Win him!"

"Fight!"

There is a tacit understanding between comrades in arms.

After just an eye contact, Zhuang Yan noticed that the speed of the three of them suddenly accelerated.

Look at the watch, 15 minutes have passed.

It should be near the end.

Majestic no longer dawdled, no longer deliberately controlled, and no longer had to stick to people and run side by side.

Time to sprint.

then……

There's no after that.

5 minute later.

Majestic is the first to reach the finish line at the foot of the mountain.

There, he stopped, took off his rucksack, and began to pace slowly.

It's been a long time since I ran so happily.

The three commandos were only less than 20 meters slower.

They also reached the end one after another.

The three of them crossed the line, threw away their rucksacks, took off their boonie hats, and started pacing in circles just like Majestic, breathing evenly.

Finally, a team member who had recovered his breath gave a thumbs up to Zhuang Yan: "Brigade Commander, you are such a macho! You are the most powerful brigade commander I have ever seen, no bragging, our brigade commander is far behind you Already!"

Zhao Chuan finally arrived.

When he arrived, he unbuttoned his rucksack with a pale face, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of yellow bile on the grass next to him.

A team member went over and patted him on the back, laughing while patting him.

The reason for laughing is simple.

Because at the beginning, Zhao Chuan was worried that he would run too fast and make Zhuang Yan unable to keep up. Although he couldn't let Zhuang Yan win, he couldn't let him lose too badly.

The team member wanted to laugh when he thought of Zhao Chuan telling everyone to control the points with a serious face, neither losing nor winning was too obvious.

Zhao Chuan was ashamed.

He finally felt the crushing strength from veterans.

You can't underestimate this kind of guy who has the rank of colonel on his back in his 30s. It seems that he was known as the gun king of the whole army back then, and this was not done by boasting.

"Brigade Commander, I am convinced!"

Zhao Chuan will not easily convince a person.

Today he is sincere.

"Can I ask a question?"

"You ask." Solemn said.

Zhao Chuan pointed to the back, which was the direction of Yilian, and now, there was no sign of Yilian in sight.

"It is said that strong generals have no weak soldiers, how can your drone company's physical fitness be so poor?"

Solemnly said: "The first company commander Qi Sheng was specially recruited, and he has no experience in military training, otherwise I would not have taken this opportunity to arrange joint training with you, but if you compare with the deputy company commander Li Zheng, you may not be able to do so in military subjects. can beat him."

Zhao Chuan nodded, scraped the sweat off his face with a boonie hat, then looked at his watch and said, "Usually we arrive here within 21 minutes, 15 minutes are reserved for Yilian, the total time is 36 minutes .Today we are very fast, and we arrived here in less than 19 minutes. I would like to ask Comrade Brigadier Commander, whether to calculate according to 34 points or 36 points?"

Without even thinking about it, Zhuang Yan said, "Just count as 34 points. When the time comes, you go up the mountain, don't wait for them."

Zhao Chuan couldn't believe what he heard. Some people turned their elbows outwards. Why didn't they buy 2 more minutes for their soldiers?
"Are you sure?" he asked.

Solemn still said: "It will be counted as 34 minutes."

"That's good! Then start the timer."

Zhao Chuan didn't ask any more questions, and all the 270 team members looked suspiciously at Zhuang Yan.

Everyone has a question in their mind.

Is the brigade commander overly confident in his subordinates?

Just a few days ago, I was overtime by 3 minutes, which means it took 39 minutes to finish the race.

Reborn today?

34 minutes directly?

Progress can't be so fast, can it?

"Hey, do you think Yilian can meet the standard today?"

"How is it possible? An international joke!"

"Perhaps the Zhuang brigade doesn't want his soldiers to meet the standard, so we can drive away the company commander..."

"Don't talk nonsense..."

The soldiers of 270 scattered aside and began to whisper, but they were afraid that Zhuang Yan would hear them.

Majestic, on the other hand, looked like he was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, sitting on his rucksack and calmly watching the direction of Lian coming.

The gray water mist seemed to have dissipated a little, and the sky became a lot brighter.

The weather seems to be improving.

Time is ticking and ticking regularly...

Zhao Chuan looked down at his watch again.

1 minutes to go.

Unfortunately, it seems that there is little hope...

Suddenly, someone shouted: "Look! Which company is that?!"

Zhao Chuan suddenly raised his head and stood up.

On the horizon in the distance, a figure slowly emerged, reflecting on the gray and white skyline in the distance, there was an exciting sense of solemnity.

"It's continuous!"

Someone recognized Mo San, the leader.

"It's their instructor."

Zhao Chuan looked down at his watch again.

There are still 53 seconds left.

He was a little excited, rushed to the front of everyone, waved his hands and shouted into the distance: "Brothers of the first company! Come on! There are 53 seconds left!" (End of this chapter)