My military function points

Chapter 41 Famous Gun: TAC50. Xiao Heizi is injured!

"Squad one on alert, squad two handling the scene, quick!"

"Send a few people over here to watch over the hostages. Don't let them wake up and move around!"

"Move the bodies aside first, and the convoy behind us will hurry to Basang Village!"

Hearing a familiar voice, Chen Rong turned his head to look at the short figure who was giving the orders.

Luo Wei also came over at this time. He naturally knew the new recruit of the First Mobile Division who broke his record, and asked with some concern: "How are you? Are you not injured?"

Chen Rong shook his head: "No."

"Thank you for your hard work! Get in the car and take a rest first, we will take care of the rest!" Luo Wei said.

"Yes!" Chen Rong handed the detonator to Luo Wei and got into the military vehicle parked nearby.

Wow!

The moment the car door closed, Chen Rong slumped in the back seat. His whole body seemed to be suddenly drained away, and his hands and feet began to tremble slightly.

Just now, he killed three enemies.

Maybe Lu Senbao had helped him overcome this psychological barrier before.

Chen Rong now only felt fortunate, and felt exhausted after going from extreme tension to extreme relaxation.

I do not know how long it has been.

Wow!

The car door was opened, and Lu Senbao, carrying the M200, got in. He glanced at Chen Rong, who had just come to his senses from a daze, and sat down opposite him.

"How do you feel? Were you scared to death just now?" Lu Senbao joked.

Chen Rong shook his head and gave the other person an unpleasant smile.

"I can still laugh. It seems I don't need any counseling."

Snapped!
Lu Senbao took out a cigarette box, put two cigarettes in his mouth, lit them up, and then took one out and handed it to Chen Rong.

Chen Rong took it, took a deep breath, and felt dizzy, so he couldn't help but lean his head against the back of the chair.

If I count carefully, the last time I smoked was eighteen years ago.

Lu Senbao opened the car window and looked at the soldiers outside who were putting the bodies into body bags. He exhaled a puff of smoke:
"You were born to be a soldier! You got a triple kill on your first mission as a new recruit."

"I just went to take a look, they were all headshots, especially the one in the back row. Wow, he was so accurate!" Lu Senbao said as he stretched out two fingers and tapped his right eye socket.

After smoking, Chen Rong felt much better than before. He remembered something and looked at Lu Senbao curiously and asked:
"Deputy Ban, how did you know that woman had problems?"

Lu Senbao: "When you said there was a pregnant woman in the car, I felt something was wrong."

Chen Rong was stunned: "Why?"

"Think about it, if you were the enemy and found that a large force was approaching, and you wanted to escape, would you take another hostage in the car when you already had two?"

Chen Rong thought about it and began to understand what Lu Senbao meant.

Lu Senbao continued, "To put it another way, even if I had to bring someone along, I wouldn't bring a pregnant woman who has limited mobility! Wouldn't that affect my escape?

Unless the pregnant woman has an identity that the enemy must take away."

"The deputy squad leader is awesome!" Chen Rong said sincerely.

This time, he learned so much from the other party.

"That's right, you still have a lot to learn in the future!"

Lu Senbao was not modest at all. He glanced at Chen Rong and suddenly asked mysteriously, "How do you feel about your first mission? Is it fun?"

Chen Rong was stunned: "Awesome?"

"When you seize the only opportunity at the critical moment and shoot the enemy in the car in the head with a pistol, completing a difficult kill, don't you think it's exciting?"

After listening to the other party's words, Chen Rong recalled.

When he saw the enemy being shot and falling to the ground, he did feel a little bit of excitement, but it wasn't that great.

At most, as a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, I feel a sense of accomplishment when I see two bullet holes next to each other.

Chen Rong looked at Lu Senbao with an unnatural expression: "Deputy Ban, do you feel pleasure when you kill people?"

Lu Senbao: “???” “You kid, do you think I’m a natural born killer?!”

Lu Senbao knew that Chen Rong had misunderstood, and immediately explained: "I mean the kind of satisfaction that comes from the heart after hitting the target perfectly!"

"If you don't have the desire to hit the target in your heart, and if you don't feel a little bit of satisfaction after hitting the target, how can you become an excellent sniper? How can you catch up with me, your excellent squad leader?"

"Just like after you clean the base inside and out, do you feel good?"

"Great!" Chen Rong nodded immediately.

At one o'clock in the morning, at the Sichuan-Chongqing Corps base near Dingkang City.

In the office on the first floor, Lu Senbao and Chen Rong, who had already changed into their military uniforms, were lying on the table eating wontons cooked in red oil.

Mao Xiaomao watched from the side with a smile: "Eat slowly, don't be impatient, there is still plenty in the pot."

"Hiss! It's so spicy!"

Lu Senbao wiped his sweat and put down his chopsticks: "Okay, I've eaten the dumplings. Captain Mao, can you pay me the overtime pay?"

"That's wonton! Don't be in a hurry!" Mao Xiaomao corrected, then looked at Chen Rong with a smile.

"Chen Rong, is the amount in your bowl enough? Do you want some more?"

"Thank you Captain Mao, that's enough!" Chen Rong was also sweating profusely while eating.

The more Mao Xiaomao looked at it, the more he liked it. He came over and said, "Chen Rong, the National Day is coming in two days. You won't have anything to do when you go back anyway, so why don't you stay with us for a few days?

I heard that your hometown is in the Central Plains, you haven't seen the scenery in western Sichuan, right?"

Chen Rong picked up the bowl and took a big sip of the red soup, then wiped his mouth and said, "Captain Mao, when I came here, the squad leader told me to go back immediately after completing the mission."

"Hey, now that we're here, why are you in such a hurry?" Mao Xiaomao waved his hand and continued, "The art troupe will come to visit us in a few days. There are many beautiful female soldiers among them."

Lu Senbao sneered and began to read out the list: "Luo Wei, Wang Shuai, Zhang Haiyang, Li Kangsong, Li Tao."

Mao Xiaomao's face changed. Lu Senbao read out all the names of the players who had participated in the last competition of the Sichuan-Chongqing Corps.

"Okay, okay, now that you're full, I'll contact the helicopter to come over!"

After Mao Xiaomao finished speaking, he brought in a package from outside the door, put it on the table, and nodded at Lu Senbao: "Here, your overtime pay."

When the package was opened, Chen Rong's attention was immediately attracted.

It was a sniper rifle about 1.5 meters long, with the barrel alone accounting for half of that length.

The gun body is painted in sandy color, giving people a solemn and rough feeling.

"Squad leader, what kind of gun is this?"

"TAC-50, the world's longest sniper kill record was created by this gun!"

"Wow!" Chen Rong opened his mouth wide and picked up the gun lovingly.

It’s very heavy, I estimate it’s more than 20 kilograms.

"Bai Falcon, thank you so much this time!" Mao Xiaomao shook hands with Lu Senbao and Chen Rong one by one. "The operation was very successful. There were no casualties on our side or among the hostages!"

"Then we'll leave. You write the action report and I won't be responsible for it anymore!" said Lu Senbao.

"Okay! Don't worry!" Mao Xiaomao sent the two to the tarmac.

Ten minutes later, the helicopter rose into the night sky and flew towards Jiangcheng.

On the way back, Lu Senbao and Chen Rong ignored the noise and bumps and slept directly in the cabin.

Chen Rong held the TAC-50 tightly throughout the whole process.

"You like it? Here you go!"

It was already daybreak when they arrived at the base. After getting off the plane, Lu Senbao saw Chen Rong still holding the gun and laughed.

"Really? Thank you, class vice-chairman!" Chen Rong couldn't close his mouth.

Wang Wang Wang!
A black shadow rushed over and pounced on Chen Rong.

"What's wrong, little blackie? You're crying out in grievance. Who bullied you?"

Chen Rong squatted down and hugged Xiao Heizi, and suddenly his expression changed.

There were several deep scars on Xiao Heizi's back, and in one of them you could even see the bones!
(End of this chapter)