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

As soon as Ma Dazhuang said this, Zhang Dashan felt even more sad when he heard it.

After a long while, he raised his head and said sadly: "I used to be proud of my marksmanship. I didn't respect anyone in the whole regiment except you, a bald head."

"Since I came here, I have discovered that there are always people better than you."

"And I also found that nicknames are also very important. I was very happy when others called me Little Li Guang. But after I joined the special training team, there were at least 30 people with this nickname. Even a sharpshooter was called Little Li Guang, so this nickname was worthless."

"Let alone Little Li Guang, even if old Li Guang came in person, he probably wouldn't be able to rank in the top ten. The competition is too fierce."

"Da Zhuang, you are better than me in every aspect. You should be able to join the special operations team. It will also bring honor to our 686th Regiment. Otherwise, if you are really a zero, those of us who were selected will be too ashamed to go back."

"It's a pity that there is no wine here, otherwise we should drink a lot to say goodbye."

Ma Dazhuang felt extremely uncomfortable seeing Zhang Dashan like this.

My friend is a very proud person. Now that he has been eliminated, he must be feeling very unwilling. If he cannot untie this knot in his heart, his future achievements will be limited.

When he thought of this, he suddenly came up with a good idea and hurriedly gave advice:

"Shanzi, this time we selected 500 people from the hundreds of thousands of soldiers, but only 120 were left. Do you know why?"

Hearing this, Zhang Dashan's sad thoughts were immediately diverted, and he blurted out without thinking:

"What else can we do? We are poor. Don't you see how much we spend every day on special training? Even though there are only 500 of us, if we add up all the supplies, even if the main force has 10,000 people, we can't catch up."

"According to the regulations, each person must eat one egg every day, and the staple food is either noodles, steamed buns, or rice, and they are provided with enough."

"We can eat pork every day, and even when we stir-fry vegetables, we put a lot of lard in them. In our old unit, we didn't get this treatment even during the Chinese New Year and other festivals."

Speaking of food, Zhang Dashan's mood immediately improved a lot. Although the daily training was very hard, the special forces team was impeccable in terms of food and had ensured it to the greatest extent possible.

He was eliminated partly because of the guilt in his heart. He consumed so many good things but was eventually eliminated. He felt a bit sorry for the efforts of the troops.

"As for training, each person consumes at least ten rounds of ammunition every day, which means five thousand rounds a day, enough for our regiment to fight a large-scale battle. In a month, we have consumed two hundred thousand rounds of ammunition. This is something we never dared to think about before. It is so extravagant that we feel a little guilty."

"If these bullets were used to fight the Japanese, many enemies could have been killed. It's a pity that they were wasted like this."

"It is also for this reason that the special training team members are gradually eliminated. After all, no one can afford such a large-scale consumption for a long time."

When he said this, he saw Ma Dazhuang's surprised expression and immediately laughed:

"It's not just me. Others who left can also figure it out. It's just that I'm unwilling to accept it. I really want to form a special forces team with you to kill the devils. It's just a pity."

"Okay, Da Zhuang, go and get some rest. Tonight is my last night in the special training team. I want to go out and see more. From now on, I can only see you in my dreams."

After saying this, he stood up, picked up his ID card, put it in the pocket of his military uniform, and turned away in a cool manner.

However, Ma Dazhuang saw loneliness and unwillingness in this figure. Although Zhang Dashan disguised himself very well, some things cannot be let go just like that.

After Zhang Dashan left, he returned to the dormitory and prepared to rest before tomorrow's training.

Those who stay now have to train hard every day and persevere with gritted teeth. Even if they are eventually eliminated, they must try their best to hold on to the end and learn more to bring back to the old unit.

The main thing is that here, you can learn new things every day, which is something you can never learn in the field troops.

Lurking, sniping, teamwork attack, tactical gestures, hand-drawn maps, long-range sniping, and selection of sniper positions.

They even teach people how to drive, especially how to start a car engine without a key, which is an important skill.

In fact, the Eighth Route Army has also seized some military trucks and related fuel, and has been training a small number of car drivers. If they seize enemy cars in the future, they will not burn them all, which would be a waste.

Transportation to the arsenal requires military trucks. Using horse-drawn carriages and ox-drawn carts is still too inefficient.

At present, it is an urgent matter to form a transport fleet mainly composed of military trucks. Various bases are also consciously collecting military trucks and fuel in order to achieve faster transportation efficiency.

After Kong Hao finished his work, he came to the special forces base and announced an important matter to everyone.

There were originally fifty old special forces members, but only thirty-five remained in the end. Eight of them will become captains of the new special forces team, seven will become full-time instructors of the special forces team, and thirteen will be selected from the five hundred top masters selected from the entire army to join.

This first special operations team of the Eighth Route Army will definitely carry out the most important strategic tasks in the future. Any slight mistake will result in the annihilation of the entire army, and it requires the most tacit and strongest talents.

Kong Hao asked Song Qingfeng to gather the special forces members in the conference room, and took out a stack of hand-drawn pictures, handed them to everyone and said:

"It has been three months since the formation of the first special operations team of the Eighth Route Army. After many rounds of selection, it is officially established today. I name this special operations team Xingtian."

"This is the emblem of our special forces. If we have the chance in the future, we will leave it on the bodies of the devils to promote the reputation of China."

Everyone took the picture and looked at it carefully, and the enthusiasm of everyone present was immediately aroused.

I saw a headless giant with a pair of eyes and a big mouth growing on his belly. He held a giant axe in one hand and a shield with a ferocious beast carved on it in the other.

On both sides of the picture are two lines of words: "Xing Tian dances with his halberd and halberd, his fierce will remains."

Then, Kong Hao explained in detail the origin of the ancient god Xing Tian, and concluded affectionately:

"We, the Xingtian Special Forces, should uphold the will of the ancient Chinese gods and become the sharpest blade of the Eighth Route Army, avenging all enemies on behalf of the Chinese nation."

After he finished speaking, all the special forces members clenched their fists and roared:

"Revenge, revenge!"