Chapter 1020 (1/2)

In this autumn when the tiger is still raging, the national jungle special forces competition began.

Special brigades from major military regions, sea and air force and other places gathered together.

This time of year is the season for special forces examination.

How many special forces are there all over the country?

No one knows!

We only know that the number of special combat teams participating on behalf of each military region this time is 2000, with a total of more than 100 special combat teams.

These people are special forces among the special forces of the military regions. They will represent the honor of the military regions.

In the director's Department, officers from various special bases and commanders of some military regions gathered together.

Deng Zhitong glanced at the ”old friends” around him and smiled involuntarily.

”Commander Deng, you look confident today!”

A major general saw Deng Zhitong's strange smile and came over.

”Where, where!”

The smile on Deng Zhitong's face was immediately put away.

”Go ahead! Do you have any killer mace? ”

”Where do I have any killer mace?”

Deng Zhitong strongly denied.

”What are you laughing at?”

The major general did not believe in Tao.

”I can't be happy when so many old friends get together?”

”I should be happy, but how can I feel weird when you are happy? Come on, is there any killer mace? ”

The major general smiled.

”As I said just now, there is no killer mace, just be happy!”

How dare Deng Zhitong admit now that he has brought a special force.

”You, you! We are all old comrades in arms from the same army. Who doesn't know who? ”

The major general shook his fingers in front of Deng Zhitong and said helplessly.

However, the major general did not take it to heart. In the special forces confrontation every year, each force has its own preparation. So it's the absorption of a talented sniper, or what new equipment appears.

It's a tacit secret.

At the beginning of the competition ordered by the director department, the planes at various airports took off and put these special forces in the designated area to ”kill each other”. Decide which army will win with the final number of people.

The role of the director's department is to monitor and judge the killed people and ”withdraw” from the competition without affecting the competition.

At the beginning of the match, the jungle was quiet.

Half a day later, the first shot was fired, and then there were shots all over the jungle.

The whole jungle is in a mess. Maybe it's your newly allied friend who killed you.

Maybe two or three ambulances calculated and killed each other.

In the director's Department, the directors of several troops sat together, chatted and farted, and each began to boast.

They just boast about how powerful their troops are.

A few supervisors felt bored, so they directly got a few boxes of wine in the tent next door and began to fight for wine.

Drinking during work is a privilege only those old scouts who have participated in the war.

But after helping people drink wine, boasting is more ferocious.

Perhaps some people can only brag to suppress the pain in their hearts, while others can only brag to bring a trace of honor comfort to their dead brothers.

More old officers drank wine silently.

Without exception, they were scouts who had participated in the ten-year war.

”You say, can their tactical quality surpass us?”

At this time, a gray haired Senior Colonel put down his glass and asked.

”Modern people eat much better than we did, and their physical quality is far inferior to that of people in our time! But now we pay more attention to technology. We had everything in those days, only a broken gun! ”

”Yes! Technology is improving! If someone now holds a broken gun and wins over those opponents with advanced weapons and equipment, I will definitely look up at this army! ”

”Don't say you won, as long as you are invincible, I will look up to it! Special operations, the ultimate test is people! The training ground and competition ground are far worse than the environment of the real battlefield! ”

……

Several people talked and drank, and they were all drunk.