Chapter 848

Gao Yang knew that the scheduled exercise time had long passed, but after being impatient at the beginning, Gao Yang, who was told that the exercise plan was postponed indefinitely, finally ran slowly with patience.

From morning to noon, from noon to afternoon, from afternoon to evening, until dinner time, those who watched at the playground had to go to dinner. Gao yangran made the audience change one group after another, and he was still running.

Wolfgang looked at it and said loudly. After Gao Yang ran, he informed him to leave again, but Wolfgang came out again before it was dark.

Wolfgang stood next to lieutenant m, but he didn't disturb the instructors who had been standing by the playground with Gao Yang all day, just watching quietly.

From the beginning, the discussion caused by surprise has ended. Now everyone is quietly watching Gao Yang run again. On the playground of Nuo Da, only Gao Yang is left with a slow and stable figure.

Gao Yang has run unconscious. After the limit period, he doesn't feel tired. Anyway, as long as he can run without falling down, he will run all the time.

Slowly, the soldiers who had finished the meal came out of the canteen. Basically, all the soldiers who had no task came to the edge of the playground. Although most people did not know Gao Yang's identity, this did not prevent them from witnessing a miracle with their own eyes.

There were more and more people on the edge of the playground, and it was almost dark. At this time, all the headlights in a corner of the playground were on at the same time, illuminating the playground.

The playground of the military base generally does not turn on the lights, especially the headlights are fully turned on, because this involves a factor of keeping the location of the base confidential. However, today is an exception. At this time, the playground is not only open to Gao Yang, but also lights up for him alone.

A unit with a high level of confidentiality suddenly lights up, which involves not only the military base, but Wolfgang can be the master, so the rarely used headlights are turned on.

On the playground of Nuo University, only Gao Yang's figure looks a little lonely.

This is a performance of a person who has a stage, lights and audience, but there is no sound.

Wolfgang didn't leave in a hurry this time. Although he stood for more than three hours, Wolfgang looked down quietly like others.

Gao Yang doesn't feel tired. He just feels that his feet are getting heavier and heavier. His lungs are like a fire burning. He has forgotten why he is running. He just knows that he has to run all the time. When he can't run, it will end.

Because he is fully armed and according to the equipment he will bring in real combat, Gao Yang brought a three liter water bag.

Gao Yang doesn't drink a lot of water. He only takes a sip when he feels very thirsty. He is used to running long distances without drinking water. He can support him with little water for a long time.

Although he drank very little, he had already finished drinking three liters of water, but Gao Yang had ignored this problem. What drove Gao Yang to run was his will.

Why do you have to run and can't run again? In fact, there is no reason. Others want to see how long Gao Yang can run, but Gao Yang just wants to run to the end.

Finally, Gao Yang stumbled.

Looking at Gao Yang running, he suddenly stumbled, causing a low exclamation. Although the sound was not big, the sound of hundreds of people at the same time seemed very thick.

"He can't run!"

"Speed! How about speed?"

"The time of running a lap is still very stable in six minutes and twenty seconds!"

Taking a stumble as a signal, Gao Yang can't run a few steps. He can't run smoothly.

"He's at his limit! He must be. He's about to fall!"

Lieutenant m said in a deep voice, "is it finally over? I thought he could run forever, 18 hours and 40 minutes, a miracle!"

Major Nate said stunned, "it's not a miracle, it's an iron will!"

After two staggering steps, Gao Yang finally fell to the ground, but he was not unconscious. After falling to the ground, he immediately tried to stand up with his hands.

Then major Nate suddenly shouted, "don't waste this opportunity, let him shoot!"

Lieutenant m said anxiously, "is there still joint training?"

Nei said in a hurry: "practice together! His limit is basically two concepts with normal people. What's the meaning of joint practice! Let him hit the light target! Prepare the night vision!"

Gao Yang's instructor quickly ran to Gao Yang's side and shouted at Gao Yang, who stood up again: "don't stop, come with me and get ready to shoot! Come on!"

It was supposed to be a daytime exercise. As a result, Sheng Sheng was dragged to 12 p.m. by Gao Yang. The night vision equipment was not prepared, and the shooting range that could be used during the day could not be used at night. Fortunately, as soon as it was dark, he had prepared the shooting range and equipment for night shooting.

Hearing the instructor's words, vaguely Gao Yang remembered why he ran, but his brain could not immediately become very clear. Vaguely, he took down his rifle from his back, staggered behind the instructor and walked towards the shooting range.

Gao Yang can't run anymore. He can only walk.

The shooting range has been changed. The instructor needs to lead the way in front.

The instructor walked in front, followed by Gao Yang. Behind Gao Yang, there were all the members of the instructor group and Satan mercenary regiment, and then Wolfgang and all the audience next to the playground.

Gao Yang stumbled a few hundred meters, and the team behind him followed him to the shooting range.

When Gao Yang almost fell to the shooting position, his instructor squatted next to him, pointed to a row of targets illuminated only by lights and shouted, "four hundred meter targets, ten, all shot into the next drill field!"

Satan's blade is equipped with a white light sight. At this time, it must be impossible to change it, so we can only arrange the light target high.

Four hundred meters is the main shooting distance of the accurate shooter. Gao Yang raised his gun and didn't think about anything in his mind. He aimed at the first target and fired a shot.

The first shot hit the target accurately, which attracted a low exclamation.

Gao Yang finally knew what tiredness meant. He couldn't even move his fingers, but he didn't think it was too much of an obstacle to shooting. He just found that even carrying the gun was slower than usual when he moved the muzzle, which made him a little uncomfortable.

The second shot failed to hit the target. A failed shot restored Gao Yang's thinking ability. After seriously thinking about why he missed, Gao Yang thought he was too anxious. When he was too tired to move, it was unrealistic to shoot quickly according to his habits.

Gao Yang aimed again and hit the second target. Then he used what he thought was the most reasonable speed. Instead of pursuing rapid fire, he tried to be safe.

The third, the fourth, until the last target, Gao Yang never fired a second shot at the same target.

After Gao Yang finished shooting the target, his instructor was still looking at the air with only light. There should have been an iron target, but now it has been turned over, indicating Gao Yang's shooting accuracy.

Nate was very anxious and said loudly, "what are you waiting for! Assault! Assault!"

Gao Yang's instructor suddenly woke up and shouted at Gao Yang lying on the ground: "get up, use your shotgun, assault!"

While talking, the instructor buckled a helmet with night vision on his head.

Gao Yang put the rifle in the shooting position, fixed the helmet bag on his chin, and got up very hard.

After pulling the shotgun from his back and opening the night vision in front of him, Gao Yang stumbled towards the simulation building more than 300 meters away under the guidance of his instructor.

Live fire drill and shooting can't be too close, but no one abides by this rule now. Except Gao Yang's instructor, everyone else followed Gao Yang and rushed to the drill ground.

After walking in front of a brick house, the high flying instructor shouted, "there are hostage targets in it, but you can fight. All targets can be used as your shooting targets. You don't need to distinguish the hostages!"

Gao Yang quickened his pace a little and rushed to a room. A target with a gun suddenly appeared from behind the window. It was no longer quick, but Gao Yang raised his gun and made a big hole in the target face of the portrait behind the window.

The drill ground is also temporarily arranged, because it temporarily misappropriates the drill ground of others, so Gao Yang is facing the most difficult target, a mixed target of civilians and hostages.

He habitually stuffed a bullet and rushed into the house. Three targets suddenly bounced from the ground mountain, including a gun target in the corner, a hostage target, and a target next to the hostage target, which were almost pasted together.

Gao Yang raised his gun and hit the target next to the hostage. After knocking down the target in the corner, he didn't shoot the hostage target. Instead, he quickly loaded two bullets and walked out the back door.

Arriving at the mixed area of street warfare and indoor warfare with more complex terrain, Gao Yang began to raise his gun and shoot continuously. Although the shooting speed was slow, the shooting speed was slow, and the reloading action was also slow, Gao Yang made no mistake and missed, and accurately shot off every target.

Entering a large room again, Gao Yang suddenly pops up at least 20 targets in front of him. This should have been a group exercise field with at least six people, but only Gao Yang came in. Gao Yang doesn't need and can't kill all the targets.

But Gao Yang had no extra thinking ability. He didn't think whether he needed to kill all the targets. He just mechanically raised the shotgun, let go of the hostage target, and then shot at each target at the fastest speed.

Shooting and loading bullets suddenly returned to high speed, although not to the best extent. After Gao Yang hit at least 12 targets and emptied a handful of bullets, Gao Yang threw his shotgun, pulled out the pistol in his leg holster, and shot four shots in a row to knock down the last four targets.

The instructor shouted, "stop shooting, the drill is over!"

Hearing the instructor's words, Gao Yang raised the pistol, took off the magazine according to the specified action, pulled the sleeve to withdraw the bullet from the gun chamber, closed the insurance, put the pistol into the holster, and then turned his eyes, fell cleanly to the ground and fainted.