Special Years

The three-day half-training holiday for the New Year passed in a blink of an eye.

All training began to return to normal.

In particular, the shooting training of important subjects has also begun to enter the final link before the live ammunition assessment—targeting on the spot.

This is the last learning step before live ammunition.

The squad leaders also informed all the recruits to get ready. Before they leave the company, the recruits must take a shooting test.

In fact, it is not so much an assessment as it is a live-fire experience.

It's been ten days since Zhuang Yan touched the gun, but the bullet hasn't really pulled the trigger and shot a real guy.

When he touched the Type 81-1 automatic rifle for the first time, Zhuang Yan was a little excited.

This is a real guy, an automatic weapon that can kill people.

Before joining the army, Zhuang Yan had only seen all kinds of guns in movies and TV.

Now that I really touch the real gun that I have been fascinated by for a long time, it is inevitable that I have some imaginations.

The moment I held it in my hand, it was heavy, the gun body was dark, solemn and a little bit of pride. I felt that I was the most powerful person in the world. The anti-Japanese film of the martyrs holding a machine gun flashed in my mind. The heroic scene of thudding towards the enemy, I couldn't help but start to pose.

However, he was soon woken up by Yin Xiancong's slap, and the gun was taken back.

"Are you crazy!? What are you doing to people with a gun!?"

Yin Xiancong's expression was no longer as gentle as he used to be, and he almost roared fiercely at Zhuang Yan: "This is a gun! You **** think it's a fire stick!?"

Solemn made the most common and deadly mistake recruits make - the muzzle of the gun.

In the entire recruit company, the most common mistake of recruits who have just touched a gun and is being trained is to inadvertently point the gun at a person.

"There are no bullets in there!" Zhuang Yan retorted with a look of injustice.

Yin Xiancong snorted and said, "Remember, don't think that a gun can be aimed at people without bullets, because you can never be sure whether there are bullets in the muzzle! Guns are sometimes very evil!"

Zhuang Yan soon discovered that any new things in the army will become extremely painful once the novelty disappears.

It seems that everything can be tortured in the army, just like folding a quilt can make people miserable, so is shooting training.

Starting from the simplest shoulder gun, carrying the gun, setting the gun, disassembling and maintaining the gun, and loading and unloading the bullet in the lying position, then the ten-meter distance reduction target aiming and then the field aiming.

Almost every process can lead to a mental breakdown.

Zhuang Yan is quite interested in shooting.

When Zhuang Zhenguo was a child, the most toy he bought for Zhuang Yan was a plastic gun.

Every time I visit my home, I will give one.

A little bit older, solemnly obsessed with air guns. When I was in junior high school, I bought an air gun in a sports goods store in a joint venture with a few hairpins in the dormitory compound.

The air gun had been used for a year. During the winter and summer vacations of this year, Zhuang Yan almost shot all the birds near the dormitory. The marksmanship was the best among all the children in the dormitory yard.

The lifespan of this gun is very short. Until one day, a neighbor brought a hen that had been shot by an air gun and complained to the solemn mother Wang Xiaolan. The air gun was smashed by Zhuang Zhenguo, who was just visiting the house to rest, and thrown into the dormitory. Go to the lotus pond outside the fence.

But the shooting of the troops is completely different from the solemn playing of air guns to shoot birds.

Zhuang Yan is a wild way to follow his feelings completely, and in the army, he heard the most basic shooting theory for the first time - what is the front sight gap and the target is in a line at three points, what is the relationship between the front sight gap and the level, and what is the pressure of one-third Two left one third.

Moreover, the most basic lying position of the troops has the lowest distance of 100 meters depending on precision shooting.

This is a distance that Majestic has never fought before.

It is completely beyond the killing range of air guns.

He even once doubted whether this small bullet could hit the ten-ring bullseye that was not much bigger than a duck egg 100 meters away.

Field aiming training continued until the penultimate day before the lower company.

Early in the morning, Zhuang Yan followed the platoon to the shooting range.

The shooting range of the third battalion looked a bit rudimentary. The north was the hillside and the south was the shooting ground. All the recruits gathered in an open space in front of the shooting ground.

When the gunshots rang out in front, all the recruits stretched their necks, wanting to see how the bullets went out.

"Sit down! Sit down!"

A Dai, the platoon leader with a small red flag in his hand, was in a somewhat complicated mood today.

In the last assessment, because of Zhang Yan's incident, Sun Shan, who should have been the first in the entire battalion, lost the second place.

This time, it was the last chance for the second row to appear before the next team.

As a red card with a military foundation that can rank 99.999% of the entire military region, Adai certainly hopes to achieve impressive results when he leads the troops for the first time.

Otherwise, I'd be so sorry for my usual arrogance.

"Adai!"

Zhang Jianxing walked over from not far away and stood beside Dedham.

"What? A little reluctant?"

Dedeham said, "How can you be a company commander? Who am I? What big scene have you never seen before?"

Zhang Jianxing smiled and said, "I know, UU reading www.uukanshu.com You have participated in military competitions at home and abroad, but competitions are not the same as leading soldiers. No one has denied your ability. What happened last time was just an accident. I still believe in you."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and patted Dedham's shoulder heavily.

Dedeham said: "I personally took charge of the shooting training of our platoon. I have personally corrected and instructed every recruit. I believe that if nothing else happens, our second platoon will take the first place this time."

Zhang Jianxing laughed again. As the chief officer of the company, he likes such a terrific platoon leader. Well, what about the field army?

"Okay, I'll wait to see your second row performance."

Twenty minutes later, a group of recruits on the firing ground line, who had finished firing five bullets, began to stand up to check their guns.

Yin Xiancong held a newly opened ammunition box in his hand, took out packets of 7.62 ordinary steel bullets wrapped in yellow paper, took it apart, walked to each recruit, and distributed five bullets.

"Solemnly, you kid give me a good performance today."

The reason why Zhuang Yan was solemnly explained is because Yin Xiancong found that Zhuang Yan was really talented in shooting.

In the ten-meter reduction target aiming and the field aiming, Zhuang Yan hardly needed him to correct him.

This is a good shooter.

"Understood, squad leader." Zhuang Yan took the ammunition, squeezed it in his hand, and answered absentmindedly.

Yin Xiancong said, "Don't be a fool for me. Be more serious! We are a field army, and we are studying infantry. The most important thing is to play with guns. If you can't shoot well with guns, don't call yourself a soldier from the field army!"

Zhuang Yan swallowed his saliva, nodded and said, "Oh..."

In his mind, the words He Huan said to himself under the big tree suddenly echoed...