Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1202 This is love!

"Are you thirsty?"

"I'm thirsty."

"Here, have some soda."

"They can't open it."

"I come."

"Brother is so awesome~"

For the first time in his life, Yuan Feng had the urge to find a tree and hang himself.

A couple on the left, and a couple on the right.

A person who can tear apart a washbasin with their bare hands, break bricks with their bare hands, and kill enemies without blinking an eye can't even open a bottle cap.

The captain of the only female special operations team in the country can't eat fruit herself and has to be fed by someone.

Sure enough, people really do want to laugh when they're speechless!

Haha, this is love!

To avoid being distracted by the left and right sides, Yuan Feng simply disassembled the bionic hand and pretended to take out a small screwdriver to perform maintenance and repairs.

"Old Yuan, why are you taking your hand off?" Ge Zhiyong asked curiously when he saw him playing with his hand.

"None of your business, go drink your water!"

"Can I take a look at your hand?"

Fang Qin was quite interested in these mechanical structures.

In particular, Yuan Feng's weapon can be modularly assembled with various domestically produced weapons.

Yuan Feng's eyelids twitched: "No, go eat your apple!"

Fang Qin rolled her eyes: "So stingy, I don't even want yours."

"Don't you have hands?"

"Isn't there someone like you?"

"How about tomorrow, when you're injured, I'll give you this set back to you?"

"..."

Ge Zhiyong and Fang Qin exchanged a glance.

No one spoke, but it wasn't hard to tell what the other person had said from their eyes and gestures.

Is this guy crazy?

He's always been sick, it's nothing new. Who eats candy every day at his age?

Haha, does he still have that hand? Where can I buy one?

I think you're pretty sick too!

Yuan Feng twisted the bionic hand back on, took out a red bean-flavored White Rabbit candy from his pocket, and popped it into his mouth.

The next second, two sweet, delicate voices rang out at the same time.

"Brother, I want some candy too!"

She wasn't being coquettish with Yuan Feng.

It was directed at Ge Zhiyong and Fang Qin.

Then these two, with their smug faces, reached out to Yuan Feng.

"Grass!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Yuan Feng jumped out of the car and hid near the sentry at the gate.

As he left, I could still hear whispers behind him, saying he was really stingy.

No wonder I'm still single.

Enraged, Yuan Feng wished he could snatch the sentry's gun and fire a burst at them.

"Instructor Yuan, are you feeling a bit overwhelmed?"

"Gas!"

Yuan Feng hid near the guard post, and the sentries seemed to have found a kindred spirit.

But he was still ordered to stand outside the yellow line, since there was an order.

Just then, the phone rang inside the duty booth.

Once the call was connected, the duty officer immediately ordered someone to open the gate.

"Director Qin, he called back and said you can come in."

"They finally remembered us!"

Seeing that Ge Zhiyong and his companion wanted to get into the car, Yuan Feng pointed directly at the other car.

"Get on that vehicle!"

"What?"

"No reason! Either you two go to that car, or you two walk in. It's your choice!"

Zhu Huihui pulled open the driver's seat, plopped down, and said with a smile, "Then you can walk in yourself, bye-bye."

Two cars drove into the gate one after the other, leaving Yuan Feng alone.

It's heartbreaking to see a once-powerful and respected special forces instructor reduced to this state.

The guards at the gate also wore expressions of sympathy and pity.

"I'm so damn unnecessary to come back today!"

Yuan Feng muttered curses under his breath, but his jogging pace never stopped.

......

"Quick, quick, move fast!"

"Hey soldier, what's wrong with you? Don't you know your foot's sticking out?"

"Hey you, suppressive fire, can't you do that? Low ground attack, high ground attack, do you think I'd give you a chance to slowly aim from there?"

"You're throwing your grandma's leg smoke bomb! With this much wind, what good is that thing?"

At a tactical training ground, soldiers from the special operations brigade's assault company are engaged in continuous live-fire exercises.

Qin Feng, holding a large megaphone, stood on a high place and continuously pointed out the soldiers' mistakes.

Father, like son.

From Qin Feng's perspective, with his understanding of actual combat, it would be easy for him to identify the problems the soldiers had in training.

The Lei Bao Special Operations Brigade has about a thousand members, but not all of them have participated in actual combat; a large portion of them have never been on a combat mission.

Even if they went along, they would only be doing some support and security work, or peripheral blockade work.

Without seeing blood, without killing an enemy, without stabbing a knife into the heart of an enemy, without experiencing the panic of a knife hilt slipping or getting stuck in a bone, there's always something missing.

Therefore, a large portion of these soldiers, rather than being called special forces, should more accurately be described as advanced reconnaissance soldiers.

But this is not their fault. The domestic environment is relatively stable, and the armed police are on mobile patrol to maintain stability and handle emergencies.

As for teams that have actually experienced real combat, there are some.

Fang Group A and Fang Group B are truly the elite of the elite.

However, due to the heavy losses caused by the previous mission failure, the two groups, A and B, have now merged into a special operations team, 03.

This team is Lei Kaiwen's ace, his precious treasure. He couldn't bear to let Qin Feng mess with it, so Lei Kaiwen personally oversaw all the training there.

However, Qin Feng wasn't particularly interested in this. Once he learned that Kong Lai was one of the best among them, he had a general idea of ​​the team's overall level.

Just then, two cars drove up one after the other from behind, and upon seeing Qin Feng, they jumped down from the platform.

"Sorry, I've been training and didn't bring my phone."

"It's also our fault; we should have called ahead to make an appointment."

Zhu Huihui said with a smile, while Ge Zhiyong punched him on the shoulder.

"Wow, bro, you're already the head of the training department, and I'm still just a junior section chief."

"Then hurry up and grab my leg, and I'll take you up with me."

"Hahaha, I really took it seriously."

At this moment, the back door opened, and Fang Qin and Tan Xiaoqian got out.

Qin Feng gestured with his chin toward Fang Qin: "I heard you got promoted, congratulations!"

Fang Qin said modestly, "I'm nothing compared to you."

At this moment, Qin Feng noticed that Tan Xiaoqian's gaze had been fixed on the training ground ever since she got out of the car, as if she were openly trying to learn from Tan Xiaoqian.

Qin Feng snapped his fingers: "Hey, Captain Tan, stop looking, your eyes are practically glued to your head."

Tan Xiaoqin looked at him with great surprise: "Director Qin, are you launching a full-scale 'Devil Week'? Why are the soldiers so enthusiastic about training? On the way here, we saw other people who seemed to have gone crazy too."

Qin Feng smiled and said, "It's just routine training."

"real or fake?"

Tan Xiaoqian was skeptical.

She's done Hell Week before, but she's never encountered anything like this before, with such high morale and boundless passion.

I don't know what method Qin Feng used, but he was able to squeeze the soldiers' potential while keeping them so proactive.

No, Tan Xiaoqian has to get to the bottom of this. She won't be able to sleep if she doesn't get the answer.

They also signed up for the National Special Forces Competition; knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory.

Qin Feng naturally saw through her little scheme, but he didn't care at all.

"By the way, where's Yuan Feng? Didn't you come with us?"

"Oh, he'll say he hasn't been back in a long time and wants to walk around and see the sights."

"is it?"

Qin Feng was surprised; it seemed that Yuan Feng still had deep feelings for his old unit.

On the other side, Yuan Feng took small, quick steps, cursing as he walked: "Damn it, a bunch of bastards who have no humanity when it comes to women!"