single team

Chapter 5

Shao Fei stared into those eyes, and saw himself who was more angry than angry, but powerless and helpless.

Let him be an orderly, he is 1 unwilling.But it was worse than death for him to leave Falcon.When he lowered his head, he felt as uncomfortable as swallowing hot coals, his eyes darkened, and he almost fell down.

Xiao Muting stretched out his right hand just right, borrowed a bit of strength towards his arm, quickly withdrew it, and smiled tolerantly like an elder, and did not move any more after that.

On the way back to the dormitory, Shao Fei felt cold all over, and the cold sweat poured out like a gate.

The next afternoon, at Falcon's regular meeting once a month, Luo Feng officially appointed Xiao Muting as the captain of the second squadron.The audience applauded, but there was one less seat in the second squadron.

Shao Fei was ill and was lying in the infirmary for an infusion.

It's not that he didn't want to give face to the new captain on purpose. He has the guts, but he doesn't dare to treat the discipline of the army as nothing.

In fact, Xiao Muting personally carried him to the infirmary.

The night before, he was so angry that he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and he didn't know he had a fever in the second half of the night.In the morning, I was sore and weak, and I was still holding on to the morning training with my comrades. After running for 5 kilometers, his face was pale, his lips were black and purple, he was trembling and panting.Chen Xuefeng handed him a bottle of water, he unscrewed it and just took a sip before throwing up.

Ai Xin rushed over to help him, and said in surprise, "Fuck! Do you have a fever on the plane?"

He shook his head, his eyelids drooped listlessly, and the lying silkworms turned black, "I'm fine."

A cold and fever are not serious illnesses in the army. Ai Xin saw that he was in a bad mood and seemed to be on the verge of getting sick. After thinking about it for a while, she tentatively asked, "How about I take you to the infirmary."

He slammed the knife, "No, I have to practice in the morning. I can't afford to waste time, I will..." After a while, his expression was painful and helpless, like a child who was about to cry because of grievance, "I will If you become that person's orderly, you may not be able to practice with everyone."

Ai Xin felt sour, and couldn't say anything to comfort her, so she patted him on the shoulder.

For breakfast, there were steamed buns, lean meat porridge, eggs, milk, and eight-treasure porridge. Shao Fei lost his appetite, so he drank half a bowl of eight-treasure porridge with pickles, and vomited again when he left the cafeteria.

There was nothing in the stomach, and at the end of the vomiting, there was only sour water left.

He was uncomfortably hot, and felt a chill emanating from every pore.Alternately tormented by cold and heat, he had a terrible headache, his legs and feet felt sore, and he stumbled when he walked, as if he might fall at any time.

Several seniors in the team insisted on sending him to the infirmary, but he refused desperately, and rushed to the shooting range with JS05 on his back. Unexpectedly, his eyes were dazzled, and he couldn't see a brick lying horizontally on the gravel floor, so he stumbled and fell to the ground. .

The palm was broken, and a small cut was made on the cheek.

Ran Lin was about to carry him to the hospital forcibly, but when he ran close, he found him hastily wiped his eyes.

The corners of the eyes are red and the eyelashes are wet.

He sat on the ground and looked at the surrounding teammates in embarrassment, like a wolf alone.

Ai Xin pulled Ran Lin aside, repeated what Shao Fei said before, and sighed: "Forget it, let him go."

The dilapidated buildings in the shooting range are all empty frames, and some places don’t even have ceilings, and there are no serious stairs. If people want to go to the top floor, they have to use both hands and feet to climb a rusty iron ladder that looks like a water pipe.

When Shao Fei climbed halfway, he was already on the verge of falling, and the sky was spinning. He rested in mid-air for a while before continuing to climb.

When he came to the familiar roof, he knelt in front of the firing position and set up the gun. When he pushed the magazine, he suddenly felt sad, his nasal cavity was sore, and he took several deep breaths to suppress the tears that came up.

He was lying on the ground, his red right eye looking at the distant target through the optical sight.

Tinnitus, vertigo, unable to sense wind force and direction, unable to make accurate corrections.He fired a shot indiscriminately, and the bullet flew into the verdant forest while grazing the target.

He grits his teeth and shoots again.

The ammunition in the magazine ran out quickly, my right shoulder hurt like hell, my tinnitus got worse, my head was too heavy to lift, but I hurriedly took out the magazine and replaced it with a new one, fearing that I would waste every minute and every second.

He didn't notice that Xiao Muting came again, still wearing a military uniform that was incompatible with the special forces, walking with a majestic and tall figure.

Xiao Muting looked at it for a while, and his eyebrows under the brim of his hat slightly frowned.

Shao Fei fired a few more shots with astonishing momentum, but none of them hit the target.

Xiao Muting already had an idea in mind.

The seemingly idle major general walked to Ai Xin's side and kicked her ankle.

Ai Xin immediately stood up, "Chief!"

Xiao Muting asked: "Is Shao Fei sick?"

"How do you know?"

"Why don't you go to the infirmary when you're sick?" Xiao Muting looked up at the dilapidated building where Shao Fei was, "You still come here to mess around?"

Ai Xin was flustered, "Shao Fei said he's fine."

"It's okay to play so badly?"

Ai Xin couldn't answer the words, so she poked in place in a daze.

"Continue to practice." Xiao Muting stepped back, and when he turned around, he said, "I'll go and have a look."

When Jingui's army major general climbed up the rusty iron ladder, all the team members looked over.

Shao Fei was anxious, staring at the target without moving his eyes, the camouflage had already been soaked in cold sweat, and he would tremble and sneeze when the wind blew.

When Xiao Muting climbed to the top of the building, he happened to see him pressing his chest, and a series of sneezes and sneezes were loud.

He is an excellent sniper, not only with superb shooting skills, but also extremely sensitive.Normally, if someone came up from the top of the building, it would be impossible for him not to feel it.

But now his ears are ringing and his nose is stuffy, his brain is still roaring intermittently, coupled with excessive impatience, all his energy is focused on the target, and he doesn't even notice that someone is walking towards him step by step.

After sneezing, he rubbed his nose and aimed again, but the bullet missed the target again.

He cursed "fuck" weakly, and hit the dust on the ground with his soft fist. He was about to adjust his posture, but the touch from his back made his pupils suddenly retract.

Xiao Muting's military boots stepped on his back, "For a sniper, what is the most important thing before killing the target?"

Shao Fei didn't have the strength to turn around, feeling extremely unwilling.

The strength on his back became heavier again, Xiao Muting said: "I don't know?"

"I know!" he yelled weakly, "It's to protect yourself!"

"Have you protected yourself?" Xiao Muting still stepped on him, "You can't even notice anyone behind you. If this is during a mission, it is not my military boots that are on your back, but the enemy's gun. What do you think? Are you alive or dead now?"

Shao Fei clenched his fists tightly, and the aggrieved mind from the past few days hit his fragile nerves. He was about to have an attack, but the pressure on his back suddenly disappeared.

Xiao Muting squatted beside him, grabbed his collar and turned him over, holding his forehead with one hand, "You have a fever."

The voice was so gentle and deep that Shao Fei almost thought he heard it wrong.

Xiao Muting helped him up, bent down and patted the ashes on his legs, "Can you walk?"

He nodded subconsciously, and immediately broke away, "I'm not going to the infirmary, I still have to practice!"

"Not bad for this day." Xiao Muting grabbed Shao Fei's wrist.Shao Fei was a little startled, and shrank back like an electric shock, but Xiao Muting held onto it firmly, and said in an orderly tone: "Go downstairs and go to the hospital."

All the soldiers on the shooting range saw Xiao Muting protecting Shao Fei step by step down the iron ladder. His clean military uniform was already filthy, and his shiny boots were also full of dust.

Shao Fei burned so badly that he couldn't stand still, and after walking a few steps, he threw himself forward.

Xiao Muting hugged him and picked him up.

When his legs were hanging in the air, Shao Fei's scalp tightened, his body softened and he struggled, but his temple hit Xiao Muting's chest.

He raised his head, and in his eyes was Xiao Muting's cold jaw line.

Why do I still feel... where have I seen it?

Xiao Muting put him on the bed in the infirmary, and the military doctor rushed over after hearing the news, took his temperature, prescribed medicine and infusion.

It was almost noon at this time, Xiao Muting stayed in the infirmary for a while, then quietly left without saying anything, and came back 20 minutes later, with the soiled military uniform unchanged, but a box of vegetable porridge in his hand.

Shao Fei opened his mouth in surprise.

Xiao Muting set up the small table on the hospital bed, and put the vegetable porridge on it, "One hand is transfused, and the other hand can move, right? Eat it yourself, don't let me feed it."

Shao Fei took a deep breath, and quickly grabbed the spoon—how could he let the general feed him?I just opened my mouth just because I was surprised!

Xiao Muting said again: "It's a bit hot, eat slowly. After eating, put it on the bedside table, and have a good sleep in the afternoon."

There was Xiao Muting's appointment meeting in the afternoon, even if Shao Fei was not happy, he had to go to attend, "I'll go back after the infusion at noon, and the one in the afternoon..."

"This liquid can't be finished at noon, just lie down obediently, and you don't have to attend the meeting in the afternoon."

Shao Fei couldn't believe it.

Xiao Muting smiled, walked up to him, raised his hand and rubbed his head, "Why, as my orderly, it's against the rules not to be present?"

Shao Fei was still very resistant to the word "orderly soldier", and turned his head, his brows were also frowned.

Xiao Muting didn't seem to mind his actions, he withdrew his hand and returned to the original position, his eyes swept from the corners of his slender eyes, revealing some unspeakable deep meaning.

Shao Fei was uncomfortable being looked at, glanced at the corner of Xiao Muting's slightly raised eyes, then retracted his gaze like a little wolf shrinking its paws, and cursed in his heart: Damn you, a dandy!

Xiao Muting raised his hand to look at the time, then looked at Shao Fei, and said with a smile: "It was hard to find an orderly, and I was even asked to serve him."