Bright Sword: Follow Kong's fun and build the strongest military industry

The shredded potatoes taste very good, probably because a lot of oil was added.

He had heard that the food in the special forces team was good, but now it seemed to be completely beyond his imagination. At this moment, Ma Dazhuang really hoped to stay in the special forces team forever.

But when he looked around, everyone around him was a master. He was considered a master in the 686th Regiment, but now this place concentrated all the elites of the Eighth Route Army. No one was a vegetarian, and it was not easy to stay in the special forces.

However, after eating two bowls of rice, he did not eat any more. Although he was only 80% full, it was still enough.

Since he joined the army, he has never had a full meal. Even at a celebration banquet after the army won a victory, he could only eat until he was 60% full.

At present, the Eighth Route Army is facing difficulties in material supply. The good things cannot be eaten up all at once, so they have to live frugally.

After finishing his meal, Ma Dazhuang was about to get up to wash the dishes when he suddenly noticed several thermos bottles in front of him. The people who had finished their meal were pouring the hot water from the bottles into their bowls and then drinking the water.

The food tonight was too greasy, and there was still some oil on the bowl after we finished eating. It would be a waste to just wash it off.

Now that we have hot water, we won’t waste any oil.

After everyone finished their meal, Song Qingfeng arranged for the soldiers to rest, considering their hard work along the way.

At six o'clock the next morning, with a loud wake-up call, Ma Dazhuang and others got up quickly, washed their faces casually, and followed the large group to the training ground.

At this time, the veteran members of the special forces were already fully armed, but the newcomers were empty-handed because they had not been issued any equipment.

After everyone arrived, Song Qingfeng issued the latest order:

"The special forces team's daily training starts now. The veterans will run five kilometers fully armed, and the special training personnel will run three kilometers unarmed. They can only come back for breakfast after they finish running."

Faced with this order, the veteran special forces soldiers were accustomed to it. After long periods of training and nutritious meals every day, their physical fitness had basically adapted to this high-intensity training.

But the newcomers were really shocked when they heard that they had to run five kilometers so early in the morning. They all lamented that the training intensity of the special forces was so high, which was unimaginable in their original troops.

Military orders are as heavy as mountains and everyone must obey them unconditionally.

Fortunately, I had a rich and greasy meal last night, so I should be able to hold on.

Next, all teams started to move in formation and began their morning run along the designated route.

At the beginning, in order to show off in front of the old team members, the special training team members ran faster. The team was in the front, and the old special forces members ran at a steady speed.

But after one kilometer, the gap between the professionally trained veterans and the new recruits became apparent.

At this time, most of the special training personnel could no longer maintain fast running and could only slow down, while the special forces members slowly overtook them.

When everyone arrived at the first rendezvous point, the old special forces soldier was no longer visible.

Under the command of Song Qingfeng, the special training personnel returned along the original route. This place was 1.5 kilometers away from the camp, and it was exactly 3 kilometers after running back.

When everyone was almost back to the camp, the veteran special forces members ran back again, taking a total of 25 minutes, only two minutes slower than the special training members.

This completely stunned the originally arrogant special training team members. Originally, everyone was a treasure in each unit and was held in the palm of the hand by the unit leaders. Of course, everyone had the capital to look down on others.

But when they arrived at the special forces secret base, everyone found that they were all the same, and the arrogance in their hearts was suppressed a lot.

But this morning's competition has completely dealt a heavy blow to everyone's self-confidence.

Others ran five kilometers fully armed, while they only ran three kilometers empty-handed, and the time taken by both was almost the same. How embarrassing it was for these guys who claimed to be masters.

Just when everyone was feeling inexplicably ashamed, a stubborn person in the special training team shouted loudly:

"Commander, I want to know how heavy the things these veterans are carrying are?"

After hearing this, the others also raised their heads, wanting to know the answer.

They admitted that they lost the game, but they also wanted to know how big the gap between the two sides was.

Song Qingfeng stood up and explained with a smile:

"In our special forces team, you can call us instructors from now on. I am the person in charge of this special training. My last name is Song Qingfeng."

"But this name doesn't mean anything. I won't be thinking about it for long before you guys give me all kinds of nicknames."

"Since you want to know all the equipment of the special forces, I will satisfy your curiosity."

"Monk Wei, step out and show everyone all the equipment you have."

Wei Dayong came out with a simple and honest face, put his backpack on the ground, took out a blanket from the backpack and put it on the concrete floor, and then introduced the various equipment in detail:

"My name is Wei Dayong, and I am a commando member of the first combat squad of the special operations team. Now I will introduce various combat equipment to you."

Wei Dayong was also very depressed at this time. He didn't like to talk in this kind of occasion. Song Heitan insisted on asking him to come out and introduce himself. Isn't this bullying an honest man?

In the past, such matters were always handled by the eloquent Liu Jinbao, and the others were happy to have some free time.

However, military orders are as strong as mountains. Now that the superior has issued an order, I can only bite the bullet and introduce it:

"The submachine gun in my hand is called MP38. I heard it was made in Germany. The whole gun weighs about 8 pounds, has a range of 200 meters, and uses a magazine to feed ammunition. Each magazine holds 32 rounds of ammunition."

These basic knowledge of firearms are required by Kong Hao. If you don’t understand, you must memorize them. This is the basic quality of a special forces soldier.

Wei Dayong put his submachine gun on the ground, took out the magazine from his body and put it on the ground, then continued to introduce.

"We usually carry a holster that can hold six magazines, 6 rounds of ammunition, and a tactical backpack with 192 rounds of loose ammunition, as well as a small brush and a reloader to clean the inside of the magazines."

After saying that, he took out a pistol from his leg holster, and also took out two magazines and a bag of bulk bullets from his backpack.

"The self-defense weapon of our special forces is the Browning 1911 military pistol, and the total number of bullets is 100."

When they heard that a formal special forces member had two guns and could carry up to 600 rounds of ammunition, all the special forces members present were shocked and started talking about it.

"Oh my god, what's going on? I'm in the 386th Regiment, and the most I have is only 30 rounds of ammunition;"

"You have thirty rounds of ammunition, which is good. I am a machine gunner in the 385th Regiment. There is only one Type light machine gun in a platoon, and the ammunition has never exceeded rounds.

"This is a lot of ammunition, more than our entire platoon has combined. There's really no comparison."

At this time, a man dressed in ordinary people's clothes also added:

"You are the main force after all, and your superiors will allocate some ammunition to you. For people like us in the county brigade, we have to snatch every bullet from the little devils. We have more than 20 guerrillas in the whole guerrilla team, and we only have 82 rounds of ammunition, which are divided into six types of firearms."