Chapter 1989 Memories of the Instructor Getting Angry
During the period, the soldiers also fired, but according to regulations, bullets cannot hit the trainees, and they cannot even scratch the trainees, so they must find an angle. There are two concepts between hanging on the horizontal bar and walking on the horizontal bar. Walking over it requires keeping balance, and the horizontal bar may move at any time. It is difficult to keep balance, not to mention walking on a cliff, but hanging is different. First of all, there is no need to consider the balance problem. As a special forces soldier, a horizontal bar of dozens of meters is a piece of cake for them, and it is very stable to hang over it.
After passing the horizontal bar, Xiao Muyuan slightly moved his wrist. The special forces soldiers have rough skin and flesh. After passing the horizontal bar of dozens of meters, the palms are not red. The barrage of the boy is all hahahahahaha, you are stupid, you didn’t expect it, surprise, sand sculpture! ! ! ! Even with rows of barrages, Muyuan also kept a straight face and looked very calm, but the smug expression was a little bit hidden.
Jack, "..."
The trainees cheered, and then followed suit, and all passed the horizontal bar in a short time.
Smart!
Jack had a cold face and his eyebrows were very low. No one could tell what he was thinking. The students were cheering. Mu Yuan saw Jack's eyes gradually become cold, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Count!" Jack said coldly.
"One!"
"Two!"
...
Everyone stood in two rows and finished counting.
Everyone had an unconcealed smile on their faces. Jack asked, "Do you think you are very smart?"
The instructor's words were like ice chips. No one dared to answer. Jack took off his gloves and shoes and said to the soldiers standing there, "Don't shoot at the bottom of the cliff, shoot at me!"
"Yes!"
Jack untied the extra equipment on his body, put on his training uniform, stood barefoot on the horizontal bar, and everyone held their breath. Mu Yuan didn't know why, his face was burning, as if he had been slapped. The instructor didn't say anything, but he got Jack's emotions. He was angry!
This man seemed to have the same face whether he was angry or happy. Except for training, he was silent and said one more word as if he was wasting his millions. He walked on the horizontal bar step by step. The soldiers shot at him, all at the horizontal bar, almost brushing past him, but he did not move at all. Even if the horizontal bar under his feet was rolling, he stood on it steadily. Bullets flew around him, but he seemed not to hear them, and walked across the horizontal bar steadily step by step.
Then, he performed a difficult move of turning 180 degrees while constantly rolling on the horizontal bar, standing on the horizontal bar and turning around, which was almost an impossible task, and then walked back in the sound of gunfire. Except for the sweat on his forehead, the whole process was extremely stable.
Mu Yuan's face seemed to have a fever, as if he had been slapped several times.
This is a firm will and strong business ability to be able to walk steadily across the horizontal bar in the sound of gunfire. A slight mistake or panic would either kill or injure, or fall off the cliff.
Jack stood with his hands behind his back in front of the group of students, his icy blue eyes seemed to hide a piece of ice, "You are all the best special forces sent by various countries. You are either in the anti-terrorism reserve or often on the front line, dealing with industry mercenaries, killers, and terrorists. Any training program in West Point is for you to come back alive on the battlefield one day. I don't object to you using clever tricks, but remember that every clever trick in training will increase your probability of death on the battlefield in the future."
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Every training program here is a combat training for special forces, anti-terrorism, and defense forces from various countries. If you don't like it, I can write it briefly. If you don't like it, remember to tell me.