Special Years

At noon, eight consecutive bombing sites.

About thirty or forty meters in front of Zhuang Yan, there were Type 67 wooden-handled grenades scattered all over the ground.

The sun is very poisonous, solemnly sweating profusely, and the back of the summer training uniform is already wet with sweat.

"Twist your waist... send your hips... wave your arms... buckle your wrists..."

He stood by the throwing line with a coach bomb, repeating the bombing essentials over and over again.

I tried slow motion a few times, but I can't seem to find the feeling.

He threw the grenade aside solemnly and dejectedly, sat down on the ground, closed his eyes, and let the scorching sun on his face, looking for the scene of the throwing essentials in his mind.

"solemn!"

Li Chuangcheng suddenly appeared at the training ground.

Hearing the shouting, Zhuang Yan shuddered, and suddenly looked in the direction from which the voice came.

He saw the gun in Li Chuangcheng's hand and the Type 56 belt.

Walking to Zhuang Yan, Li Chuangcheng put the belt and gun on the ground.

"The gun you want."

Zhuang Yan got up from the ground, grabbed the 81-1 automatic rifle and put it in front of him, stroking the gun body constantly.

"Squad leader, is this my gun?"

"Well, it's yours." Li Chuangcheng sat on the ground and leaned against a tree trunk on the sidelines and said, "Didn't you ask me for a gun the other day? If you have nothing to do, just go to the clerk to find him and get a gun for you to practice, and later you will find a place to practice holding a gun."

Zhuang Yan suddenly put down his gun and said, "Squad leader, I practice three times, five rounds and five middle schools."

"Three exercises? Shooting at night?" Li Chuangcheng couldn't believe his ears, "How many times have you shot?"

"There were two night practice sessions in total, and both times, five hits and five hits." Zhuang Yan said disapprovingly.

Li Chuangcheng sucked in a breath of air and said, "Zhuang Yan, you are a good shooter. Your class didn't choose you to learn sniper rifle at that time?"

Zhuang Yan said: "The first squad leader said it at the time, but we haven't started sniper training, so I'll be thrown into the cooking class."

Li Chuangcheng snorted.

In fact, each class is equipped with a sniper who operates 85 snipers. However, due to the problem of the recruit training process, the general recruits start from automatic rifles, and then select good grades from the rifles to train as snipers.

"They are starting to train snipers now." Li Chuangcheng said, "Unfortunately, it would be nice if you were to teach the squad. The advantage of being a squad leader is that you have to learn all infantry weapons and infantry majors. What the teaching brigade requires is One specialty, many abilities.”

Mentioning the teaching team, solemn heart sank again.

What was once a target is now a broken soap bubble.

"It's okay, just a rifle, at least I can practice as a rifleman," said solemnly.

Li Chuangcheng said: "Our cooking class is not equipped with sniper rifles and 40 fires, so we only have rifles. If you are interested in sniper rifles, I can borrow them from the clerk at some time. The company has spares."

Immediately he said: "But it's useless to borrow it, and I'm not a sniper professional either."

Before he arrived in the army, Zhuang Yan also heard something about the army. Now he was chatting with Li Chuangcheng, and his curiosity surged, so he asked, "Squad leader, how did you get to the cooking class?"

Li Chuangcheng's face flushed slightly, and he coughed softly: "The soldier is a piece of cake, move wherever you need it... I obey orders, obey orders, and I will go wherever the company commander tells me to go..."

Zhuang Yan didn't believe it, Li Chuangcheng didn't look like he was telling the truth at all.

Li Chuangcheng was a little embarrassed to see him, sighed, sat down and said, "Okay, don't look at me like this, I'm most afraid that others will look at me like this."

He pouted and said again: "Actually, my training was not that good back then, so when I left the company, no one wanted it, so I went to the cooking class."

Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "I heard people say that before I was a soldier, the cooking squad is the best soldier, even more powerful than the squad platoon."

"Scared!?" Li Chuangcheng was startled, and then suddenly laughed out loud: "Who did you listen to? Did you watch too many TV shows?"

Zhuang Yan was a little embarrassed by his smile, scratched his head and said, "I just heard what others said, sometimes I saw news reports on TV mentioned..."

Li Chuangcheng pointed to his head and said, "Please, Zhuang Yan, you are a high school graduate anyway, do you have grass growing in your head? Who told you that the cooking class is all awesome? On TV news Do you think those cooking classes are real? Do you believe that a reporter from the military newspaper will come to interview our cooking class tomorrow, and immediately all of our classes are all-around elites? Come on, don’t believe those bad things.”

The solemn mouth immediately became an O-shape.

Unexpectedly, Li Chuangcheng actually gave such a reply to himself, completely subverting the previous inherent concept.

"You mean, there will be no more people in the cooking class?" he asked.

Li Chuangcheng shook his head: "I can't say enough, it's not as sure as your father is a man. The battle platoon is originally used for war, and the company commander of a good soldier will not be placed in the battle platoon but in the cooking class. Going to participate in the competition to participate in the assessment, most of the time it is in the battle squad. You said that our cooking soldiers have a competition of cooking soldiers. That is compared to setting up a field cooking vehicle quickly, and it is compared to cooking and cooking. Who can do well, needs military So why are you so fierce? When it's our turn to fight, it's the last moment."

Thinking about it solemnly, it also makes sense.

"Squad leader, you're honest enough," he said.

Li Chuangcheng dared to say this, but in fact he was showing his shortcomings. In terms of military affairs, he was not the best. This kind of magnanimity is quite valuable.

"Zhengyan, I know what you're thinking. You think I must have been thrown into the cooking class by poor training, right? Yes, but my training is not too bad, not to mention the cooking class is not incompetent, there are many veterans. In the third year, when I was not on duty, I wanted to come to the cooking class and wait for my retirement. Therefore, many veterans of the cooking class were originally from the combat team, and they were quite strong. Just like your old squad leader Zhu Dekang, don’t look at him as a pig farmer. Military training, the entire company except you are wearing platoons..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stood up from the ground, pointed to the grenade scattered in front of him, and said, "Your bombing is really bad."

Nodding solemnly: "Well, I feel strong in my hand, but when I throw it, I can't throw it far, and it feels like I have nowhere to use it."

Li Chuangcheng said: "Bombing still needs to understand skills. You can't shoot far with just a pair of brute force. Our infantry's bombs are also divided into many categories. Look at the bunker targets and window targets over there, have you ever cast them?"

Shaking his head solemnly.

Li Chuangcheng said, "Come here, let the monitor show you a long shot first, look good!"

He walked over to the throwing line, took out a trainer's bullet from the magazine, and weighed it in his hand.

"I haven't voted for a long time..."

He moved his waist and hands, and then stepped back five or six meters. With a run-up, a beautiful arm swing, the grenade spun rapidly in the air, drawing an arc and falling into the distance.

The solemn eyes landed at the same time as the grenade.

The coach's bullet landed less than one meter away from the 50-meter white line~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Oops! "Li Chuangcheng stomped his feet, obviously dissatisfied with the result, "I haven't practiced for too long, and I'm all wasted, and I almost reached 50 meters. "

Zhuang Yan said: "It's much better than me. I only cast 41 meters at the farthest."

Li Chuangcheng said: "You go back and get a large backpack strap, then tie it to a tree, hold one end in your hand, and constantly practice the final movements of twisting the waist, sending the hips, and buttoning the wrist, and then you will come back to the bombing field after you are familiar with it. Practical."

Suddenly, the wake up call sounded in the afternoon.

Li Changcheng looked at the cheap electronic watch on his wrist and said, "Let's pack it up, let's withdraw, the people in the afternoon shift will definitely use the training ground."

Zhuang Yan disdainfully said: "They practice theirs, we practice ours, why let them?"

Li Chuangcheng frowned, as if he was unable to say anything, and said, "If you are told to pack up, just pack up, what nonsense!? Are you willing to meet with the second and third squad leaders? You will definitely have no good words when you meet, so let's go!"