Chapter 34

Since the leisurely summer, I decided to take good exercise and go running on the playground on time every morning and evening.

Although she did not ask song lengge to participate in the military exercise, she insisted with her own practical actions.

After dinner, the sky was dark, and the light rain fell on the ground with a bone penetrating coolness.

When Rong qianxia appeared on the playground again, she found someone waiting for her there.

Looking at the tall and straight back of the man, Rong qianxia picked his eyebrows and stepped forward quickly.

Standing one meter away from the man, Rong qianxia had a strong posture and made a standard military salute.

"Chief!"

The clear voice called back someone's mind. Song lengge looked at the person in front of him, still dressed in green camouflage clothes, valiant and valiant, standing there like a different scenery.

The woman's small face is delicate and her skin is as white as porcelain. She looks clever. She has a pair of Phoenix eyes with a sharp arc at the end of her eyes, with a bit of stubbornness and coldness.

Song lengge pursed his lips and stared at Rong qianxia with dark eyes. It was difficult to distinguish his look. After a long time, his thin lips gently opened: "Rong qianxia, do you really want to participate in the military exercise?"

He knows Rong qianxia's persistence and exercises here every day.

He had already made a decision, but the woman's stubborn performance still loosened his cold heart.

Maybe he shouldn't protect this woman under his wings

"Shouldn't I go?" hearing the man's words, Rong qianxia raised her eyebrows with a bit of irony and pride.

As a military doctor, she loves this profession and doesn't want to give up this rare military exercise opportunity.

"Very good!" the dark pupil took a deep look at Rong qianxia. Song lengge turned and left, and a dark voice sounded in Rong qianxia's ear.

"Come with me!"

Looking at the man's back, Rong qianxia followed up without hesitation.

Military region training room.

Oval structure, closed venues.

Each room is a special training subject, which is equipped with almost international advanced military application equipment.

Looking all the way, Rong qianxia couldn't help but wonder. When she looked up and saw the back of the man in front of her, she couldn't help glancing.

Without song lengge's permission, she probably doesn't even have the authority to step here.

Song lengge's footsteps stopped in front of a metal gate. The gate opened and they went in.

Rong qianxia looked up and looked around. This seems to be a shooting training room.

In the spacious and bright room, rows of shooting targets are neatly arranged on the other side of the room, and beside Rong qianxia, there are pistols, long guns and even military submachine guns of various shapes.

"This is the shooting training room." song lengge's voice seemed to echo in the empty room and became deeper and deeper.

"Give you a chance. If you can achieve more than seven rings in shooting within two days, I'll let you participate in this military exercise!"

Song lengge wrung his eyebrows. A pair of cold dark eyes looked at Rong qianxia, and his voice was loud.

"Seven rings, keep your word?"

Rong qianxia's eyes lit up instantly, with a little eager to try.

She has also participated in shooting training organized by schools and troops. She still has some experience in shooting.

"Did anyone teach me?"

Reaching out to pick up a small and exquisite pistol, she looked carefully. She frowned, and her little face was a little ugly.

She has hardly seen these types and standards of guns. If no one teaches them, she can't learn them in two days or two weeks.

"I'll teach you!"

There was a dark light at the bottom of his eyes. Song lengge looked at Rong Qian's vigorous eyes and opened his mouth in a deep voice.

Rong qianxia turned his head and looked at Song lengge with some incredible eyes.

This man is a major general!

Do you have so much free time to teach yourself shooting?

Although some doubts, but looking at Song lengge's cold face, Rong qianxia still nodded.

The red lips lifted a proud radian, and Xia Mingyan's small face was full of self-confidence.

"Start now!"

Song lengge nodded with a flat voice, "choose a gun you like first!"

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Three hours later.

Rong qianxia stood in place, his arm straight forward, holding a military submachine gun of the largest model in his hand.

Sweat came down from his forehead and flowed into his eyes along the corners of his eyes. Rong qianxia narrowed his eyes and looked at the man sitting on the sofa. His eyes were stubborn.

She clearly chose a mini pistol that was the most suitable for the size of her palm, but song lengge asked her to stand with the highest quality submachine gun for three hours.

The arm was numb with pain and trembled slightly.

However, as long as her posture changes slightly, even the slightest movement will be found by the man, and then the man will put a special small column on the tray in front of her expressionless.

The top of the tray is connected to the muzzle of the submachine gun through a thin wire.

Although the thing is small, the quality is heavy. In an instant, Rong qianxia's arm sank.

Now, three small columns have been placed under the military submachine gun. Rong qianxia's arm is completely unconscious. He only bites his teeth and adheres to it with tenacity. He doesn't dare to relax at all.

Because if she moves a little, the small column will be added, and the time for her to carry the gun will be added to an hour.

Time goes by minute by second.

Song lengge sat beside him and looked at Rong Qingxia's pale face. He was still expressionless and cold as a hard stone.

Picked up the stopwatch in his hand. When the second hand turned the last circle, song lengge finally opened his mouth, and then pressed the stopwatch heavily.

"Time is up!"

What stopped with the stopwatch was the nervous tension of Rong qianxia.

As soon as the man's voice fell, Rong qianxia almost immediately put down his gun and sat down in the back chair.

The arm doesn't seem to belong to itself. It hangs unnaturally with a slight trembling. Rong qianxia tries to move her fingers, but only sees the trembling of her fingers.

Just before she could slow down, song lengge stood in front of her.

The tall figure of a man enveloped her in an instant, with a heavy sense of oppression.

"Stand up! Pick up the gun!"

Song lengge's face was cold and his fingers pointed to the gun that Rong qianxia initially chose. His tone was firm and there was no room for discussion.

"Pick up the gun, or... Leave!"

Looking at the man's cold and expressionless face, Rong qianxia bit her teeth, her small face tightened, finally stood up from her seat, slowly but firmly raised her hand, picked up the small and exquisite pistol and held it tightly.

When she came to the shooting position, Rong qianxia put on a standard posture again and looked at Song lengge's eyes with a strong stubbornness and unyielding pride.

Red lips slightly hook, with a stubborn smile.

"Come again!"