Chapter 29 You Could Lose Your Life at Any Time
At the training ground one month later.
The students knew that the graduation examination was coming soon, so they were stepping up their training. Although Que Dongjin was excellent in all aspects of training, he never slacked off.
Zhang Dahu has a secret crush on Director Li, but is distressed because he cannot express his feelings to him as he is about to graduate.
This afternoon, the trainees conducted live-ammunition bomb disposal training. Several instructors have already said that this is not only live-ammunition bomb disposal, but also bomb disposal in harsh environments, so please be mentally prepared.
Zhang Dahu wanted to review bomb disposal techniques in the morning, but he was unable to concentrate as he was thinking about how to find an opportunity to express his love to Director Li. He had no choice but to hit the sandbags. It seemed like training, but in fact he was venting his emotions in an attempt to calm himself.
"Dahu, I see that you seem to be thinking about something. What's wrong with you?" Que Dongjin said as he approached Zhang Dahu.
"What could I be thinking about? Am I not training well?" Zhang Dahu stopped and glanced at Que Dongjin.
"Da Hu, during the live-fire training this afternoon, we cannot predict what kind of environment the instructor will give us. I think you should practice bomb disposal! How about the two of us defusing the bomb under the table?" Que Dongjin said.
"Thank you. I, I don't want to defuse bombs under the table anymore." said Zhang Dahu.
The careful Que Dongjin saw that Zhang Dahu seemed to have some concerns about what was going on under the table, and he became even more worried. What if Zhang Dahu was afraid of what was going on under the table? No, if he really had such a psychological barrier, he must be helped to break through it!
"Da Hu, do you consider me a good friend ? If you really consider me a good friend, please cooperate with me to defuse the bomb! To tell you the truth, I am afraid of defusing bombs under the table. Can you help me?" Que Dongjin said.
Zhang Dahu looked at Que Dongjin and nodded. He didn't understand why he was even more nervous when he heard about "under the table". Que Dongjin was also a little afraid of defusing the bomb under the table. If he encountered such a situation during a mission in the future, what would he do?
Que Dongjin and Zhang Dahu came to the bomb disposal room, where several male students were undergoing bomb disposal training. Zhang Dahu looked at several classmates and thought to himself, there are still many people who cram at the last minute!
Zhang Dahu was thinking this when he suddenly heard a noise. A classmate cut the wrong wire while defusing a bomb and set off a "firecracker". You know, if this mistake happened in actual combat, if it happened once in a lifetime, you would be doomed and your flesh would be turned into meat sauce!
Que Dongjin looked at Zhang Dahu and said, "Dahu, we must not make such mistakes even once in future actual combat, otherwise..." Que Dongjin stopped talking here. He looked at Zhang Dahu with a gloomy face.
"I know." Zhang Dahu said in a low voice.
"Da Hu, I'll load the bomb first and you dismantle it later, okay? I want to see how you dismantle the bomb I installed under the table." Que Dongjin said.
Zhang Dahu's body trembled, he bit his lip and nodded.
Que Dongjin noticed his subtle changes. He didn't know if he could help Zhang Dahu overcome this psychological barrier this morning!
Que Dongjin took the bomb model, crawled under the table, then turned over and began to install the bomb model under the table.
After Que Dongjin stepped out from under the table, he stood up, looked at Zhang Dahu and said, "Go down and defuse the bomb! You will have no more than three minutes!"
Zhang Dahu climbed onto the table, then imitated Que Dongjin, turned over and looked at the bomb model installed under the table.
"Calm down, concentrate, observe carefully, and find it." Que Dongjin said in a low voice.
Que Dongjin's voice rang in Zhang Dahu's ears. Zhang Dahu really wanted to do as he said, but he couldn't. The scene of himself hiding under the table and watching his parents being murdered that year appeared in his mind.
That year, Zhang Dahu was twelve years old.
One night, there was a sudden sound of someone banging on the door. Zhang Dahu's parents got up and their faces turned blue with fright. They pulled Zhang Dahu out of bed and asked her grandmother to take care of him.
Zhang Dahu held his grandmother's hand with shaking hands. Seeing his frightened look, his grandmother took him to crawl under the table, covered his mouth with her hand and said, "Dahu, you can't make any sound. Don't shout no matter what you see!"
The door was smashed open, and three men with guns faced his parents and said fiercely: "You should know what we want!"
"I don't understand what you are saying! Why did you break into our room in the middle of the night?" said Zhang Dahu's father.
"Don't understand? Tell us quickly, where is the document Sun Yat-sen gave you?" A man pointed a gun at his head!
"Bamboo shoots with patterns? What kind of bamboo shoots have patterns? Are bamboo shoots with patterns valuable?" Zhang Dahu's father said, while his mother leaned closely beside his father, her body trembling.
"How dare you play tricks on me!" the man said as he shot Zhang Dahu's father in the thigh. His father fell to the ground and said to his mother, "Go away!"
"I won't leave!" Zhang Dahu's mother squatted down.
"It hurts! Come here, I tell you, don't hurt my wife!" Zhang Dahu's father said to the person who shot him.
The three men with guns squatted down, trying to hear something from Zhang Dahu's father.
"I'll give it to you right away." Zhang Dahu's father said as he reached into his waist and suddenly exerted force, smoke came out. The three men were so scared that they were about to stand up, but his father rushed over and pushed them down.
With a loud bang, three people, as well as Zhang Dahu's parents, were killed in the explosion.
Zhang Dahu was lying under the table. The scene of his parents' death appeared in his mind. He suddenly held his head with both hands and said, "I don't want to be under the table! Drag me out!"
Que Dongjin was shocked and quickly pulled Zhang Dahu away from the table. Several classmates who were undergoing bomb disposal training ran over, not knowing what had happened.
Que Dongjin hugged Zhang Dahu and asked anxiously, "Dahu, what's wrong with you? Why are you like this? Relax, don't be nervous, what happened?"
"I, I'm scared. I, I can't stay under the table anymore." Zhang Dahu said crying.
"Hahaha! There are still people who are afraid of lying under the table." A boy laughed.
"Shut up!" Que Dongjin looked at the smiling boy and said hatefully.
The boy quickly shut his mouth. He didn't know what was wrong with these two people. Seeing that he was unwelcome, he turned around and went back to the table to continue his operation.
"Da Hu, can you tell me what's going on? Why are you afraid of being under the table? Tell me and I will help you overcome it, okay?" Que Dongjin said with concern.
"Dongjin, please stop asking. Okay? I don't want to, I don't want to recall, I don't want to."
"Da Hu, we must face reality and overcome difficulties. Otherwise, there will be endless troubles if we encounter such situations in the future!" said Que Dongjin.
"Stop talking. I beg you, please stop talking, okay?" Zhang Dahu's voice was weak.
"Don't be too impatient, take it slow. Live-fire training won't be that coincidental, and he won't happen to encounter the bomb disposal under the table for the time being." Que Dongjin comforted himself in his heart.
"Okay, I won't say anything more. Come on, let's go out and you take a rest." Que Dongjin said, pretending to be relaxed.
Zhang Dahu nodded, and with the help of Que Dongjin, he walked out of the bomb disposal training room.
Two boys also walked out of the bomb disposal training room, one of whom was the boy who made fun of Zhang Dahu.
"I heard that the four people in Que Dongjin's team are very outstanding. Why is Zhang Dahu afraid of crawling under the table? You see, when he was defusing the bomb under the table just now, he was so scared that he couldn't move." said the boy who made fun of Zhang Dahu.
"They are very good, it's not just hearsay. Haven't you seen Que Dongjin and his friends training? They are much better than us!" said another boy.
Gao Weilan happened to hear the conversation between the two boys, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. A vicious plan came into her mind, and she cursed in her heart: "Zhang Dahu, you still want to snatch Director Li from me! I see how you die, and you don't even know it!"
The morning training time has arrived, and the students all went to the cafeteria to eat lunch.
After lunch, you can rest for about an hour at noon.
Que Dongjin and the other three returned to the dormitory. No one was in the mood to take a nap. They were all excited about the special training this afternoon. They didn't know what ideas the instructors would come up with and whether they would be able to pass it successfully.
"The instructor said that if we fail in this afternoon's live-fire training, although the people around us won't be killed, the people who are defusing the bomb will be paralyzed if they don't die! We all have to stay calm and careful during training, and perform well, and don't make any mistakes!" said Que Dongjin.
"What's so great about it? It's just live ammunition. The environment is harsh, but how harsh is it? Can they drop us in the air, shoot at us, and ask us to defuse the bombs? Even if so, we know that the guns will not hit us, so we just need to have better mental qualities." Jiang Wukui said with a smile.
"It's hard to say. We may encounter such a situation in actual combat in the future," said Que Dongjin.
"You are talking about myths! How could such a situation occur in actual combat ? It is possible to defuse a bomb amidst bullets, but it is impossible while being suspended in the air!" Li Jianwei looked at Que Dongjin in confusion.
"Whether you believe it or not is up to you. Let me tell you, I read in a book that there was an agent who, while sabotaging the enemy's conspiracy, used a rope to remove a bomb on a stone pier under a bridge. The enemy was still shooting at him, but he successfully completed ." Que Dongjin said.
"Hehe, it's said in the book? You are a storyteller. Can you believe what the book says? You are so naive." Jiang Wukui said loudly.
"Am I naive? Are what the books say false? The books I read are not novels, but actual combat records! I think you are naive. Do you think it's as fun to play in actual combat as in a game? In actual combat, you can lose your life at any time!" Que Dongjin said seriously.
"Okay, okay, stop talking. I'm scared when you talk." Zhang Dahu said.
"You are usually much braver than me. Why are you so timid today?" Li Jianwei said. Of course he didn't know that Zhang Dahu was frightened by the bomb disposal incident in the morning.
