Shipborne Special Forces.

Finally, Wang Aiguo and the others decided to throw away the monk's towel, and the trash can as well. Wang Aiguo could tell that the trash can had been contaminated by the monk's towel.

The towel smelled so bad that Wang Aiguo began to wonder if the monk was some kind of weasel spirit.

Wait a minute, that doesn't seem quite right. If they were to become spirits, the monks should be spirits of gorillas.

Furthermore, Wang Aiguo and the others spent a long time trying to figure out how the monks managed to turn their foot-wiping cloths black. Was it ink or mud?

Of course, Wang Aiguo wasn't crazy enough to pick up that towel and study it. After all, life is already hard enough, there's no need to make it harder all the time.

.......

The battalion commander at the battalion headquarters frowned as he looked at the recruits' training program. He then turned to the staff officer beside him and said, "There's only one month left in the recruits' basic training. Besides the professional courses, is there anything else that hasn't finished?"

The staff officer pointed to the black dot on the paper and said, "Everything else is finished, except for this one. This shooting training is not finished."

"Shooting training?" The battalion commander said in shock when he saw the black dot next to the shooting training area.

Normally, shooting training isn't left until the end; it's a training that should be completed much earlier. New recruits should typically begin shooting training within two months of arriving. Why hasn't this batch started yet?

At this point, the battalion staff officer looked at the battalion commander with an embarrassed expression and said, "It's like this, we originally wanted to do something more formal this year. So we invited instructors from the special forces battalion to teach military boxing and shooting. But... on the first day, their captain was sent to the hospital, and, well, it seems he hasn't come out yet."

The captain was speechless; at this moment, he finally remembered the thing he had deliberately forgotten.

Rubbing his temples, the captain felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He waved his hand and said, "Never mind, let's hurry up and finish it for them."

"However, according to procedure, they should practice prone positioning for a week before they can fire a gun. But now it seems there isn't that much time."

"Then let's shorten the time. Have them practice prone positioning this weekend, and then arrange for them to go shooting practice next Monday," the captain said calmly.

"Yes." The staff officer then ran out to make the arrangements.

After the staff officer left, the battalion commander slowly picked up the teacup on his table and took a sip of the tea.

The bitter taste swirled in the captain's mouth. Finally, he sighed and said, "I'll be sending those monkeys away in a month. Once they're gone, I can finally retire in peace. God help me, please don't let anything else go wrong. My heart really can't take it anymore."

.......

And so, on the first weekend after New Year's Day, a strange scene unfolded at the Chenyang recruit camp. More than two thousand people, dressed in blue training uniforms, lay motionless on the ground.

"The so-called prone training is about maintaining mental focus while lying down, yes, with one eye open and one eye closed. Keep at it, you know, special forces snipers do this kind of training for several hours at a time."

Because Grandpa Bi was in the hospital, Shen Long had to take on the responsibility of supervising everyone's training.

However, when he actually started supervising, Shen Long realized that this job was exceptionally difficult.

Lie down, especially on rest days. Some new recruits would fall asleep without even realizing it.

Logically speaking, falling asleep isn't that difficult; at worst, you can just kick someone.

But when Shen Long was about to kick it, he discovered a shocking fact. Several members of their team were monsters with unusually small eyes; even when they were open, they looked as if they were closed.

Among them were Erpang and Sanpang. And then there was Youjiang, whose eyes were incredibly small; he usually squinted, and even now, with them open, you'd think he was sleeping.

What gave Shen Long the biggest headache was Wang Aiguo. This guy's eyes were only half open, and at first Shen Long thought he was awake. But after ignoring him for half an hour, when he turned around, he was shocked to find that the guy was actually snoring, and even drool was dripping onto the ground.

Even so, he still managed to keep his eyes slightly open.

Shen Long was stunned. This was practically like a superpower!

"Wake up, wake up, Wang Aiguo, how many times have you slept this morning? If you keep going like this, I'll almost master the Vajra Kick!" Shen Long said irritably, kicking Wang Aiguo awake again.

After waking up, Wang Aiguo remained motionless, unchanged, except that he sucked back some of the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't sleep. How could I possibly fall asleep? I love this kind of shooting training the most."

"Okay, let's go to the target practice later. If you don't hit the bullseye, don't come back to sleep that night," Shen Long said irritably.

Wang Aiguo smiled and said, "Okay, if I get a perfect score of ten that day, Captain Shen, will you give me an outstanding soldier award?"

"This is a suggestion we can consider, but for now, you'd better promise me you won't fall asleep. Your eyes are too small; I can't tell if you're asleep or not."

After Shen Long finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from those around him.

Wang Aiguo looked at Shen Long, rolled his eyes, and said, "Captain Shen, you can't just chat like that. Let me tell you, it's not that my eyes are small, it's that they're good at focusing. You'll see in a couple of days, I'm sure I'm more accurate than those with big eyes."

"Heh, when it comes to bragging, I admire you the most." Shen Long rolled his eyes and said speechlessly.

After practicing for a while, Jia Qu and the quartermaster brought out the green mat and placed it next to Shen Long.

Taking a lying down is not just a static action; it is actually a series of continuous movements. It is a set of movements that allows a soldier to jump from a standing position and immediately fall to the ground.

However, since there was only one mat, everyone had to practice one by one.

Soon it was Wang Aiguo's turn. Wang Aiguo looked at the mat with great interest and walked over. As soon as the quartermaster saw Wang Aiguo come up, his expression changed. However, just as he was about to speak, he heard the captain's voice from afar.

"Hey, Vice Captain Shen, leading everyone in practice?"

"Good morning, Captain." Shen Long quickly stood up and saluted the captain.

The captain waved his hand with a smile and said, "It's nothing, I was just checking the progress. By the way, who's next? Hey, isn't that Wang Aiguo? You're practicing lying down?"

"Reporting to the battalion commander, Wang Aiguo, a new recruit from the third platoon of the 12th squad, is practicing lying down," Wang Aiguo said with a serious expression.

The captain walked over to Shen Long, looked at Wang Aiguo and smiled, saying, "Okay, then show me the movements."

"Yes."