"Forging Furnace", a training ground for special training classes.
Ling Lin handed a stainless steel lunch box to Qin Shi, who had just run ten kilometers with a heavy load, and said: "You are the hidden dragon in the dragon's nest, giant! You get up so early every day and carry ten kilometers with a heavy load. What's the matter? Who do you want to kill?
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"Even the Hidden Dragon in the Dragon's Lair is still a human body. It carries a head on two shoulders and will still burp when it is hit by a bullet."
Qin Shi took off his heavy-duty backpack, took the stainless steel lunch box handed over by Ling Lin, and asked, "What kind of stuffing is it?"
"Carrot beef. I specially left the stuffing made from the beef tenderloin for you." Ling Lin replied.
Qin Shi opened the lunch box and took a bun. While eating, he asked Ling Lin, "Are those college students doing shooting training today?"
"Yes, we have already gathered at the shooting range. Everyone's faces are extremely excited."
Ling Lin raised his hand and looked at the time on his watch, and said, "It's about to start now."
"You can take me to the training range in the morning while I go to the shooting range."
Qin Shi took the remaining bun from the lunch box, returned the empty lunch box to Ling Lin, and walked towards the shooting range.
"Why are you going to the shooting range?" Ling Lin asked Qin Shi loudly.
"Teach people a lesson!"
"Who are you going to teach? Who can let a giant Buddha like you go to teach? There are people over there..."
Ling Lin still wanted to ask clearly, but suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and seemed to understand something. Looking at Qin Shi's back, he smiled and said, "This situation is not simple."
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Outdoor shooting range.
Because there are only 20 target positions in total, we can only train in the order of company, platoon, and squad, with each person firing five bullets.
The first one's turn was Jiang Ning's class.
The biggest advantage of non-engineering majors like the School of Economics and Management is that there are more girls than boys.
There are a total of 15 boys in Jiang Ning's class, and they all stand at the target position, leaving 5 spots free.
"First row, five girls on the right, get on target!"
Ping Sheng, who took over Li Chunji's training duties and had the rank of First Class Sergeant on his left arm, issued orders to the female team.
As the tallest girl in the class, Jiang Ning stood at the far right of the team, just within the range of the five girls named by Ping Sheng.
Jiang Ning walked out of the team and walked towards target position number 16.
"Attention everyone!"
Ping Sheng faced the 20 people standing in the target position and ordered: "Load the bullets!"
Jiang Ning picked up a bullet from the bullet box at hand, and while pressing it into the np22 pistol magazine, she turned and looked towards the entrance of the shooting range.
"Number 16!"
Ping Sheng walked up to Jiang Ning and asked Jiang Ning with a loudspeaker: "Tell me, what are you looking at?!"
Hearing Ping Sheng's question, Jiang Ning immediately withdrew her gaze, turned her head, and replied loudly: "Report to the instructor! I didn't see anything!"
"If you don't see anything, just keep your eyes on the magazine in your hand!"
Ping Sheng pointed to the magazine in Jiang Ning's hand and said loudly to Jiang Ning.
"yes!"
Jiang Ning forcefully pressed the bullet in her hand into the magazine.
Not only Ping Sheng knew, but everyone in the "Forging Furnace" knew that the girl in front of him had an unusual relationship with the special training instructor of the special training class.
But this does not mean that Ping Sheng will speak softly to Jiang Ning.
During non-training time, Ping Sheng can give Jiang Ning some care; but during training, if Jiang Ning does something wrong or fails to do it well, Ping Sheng will still scold her.
"Loaded!"
After everyone pressed five bullets into the magazine, Ping Sheng pointed an electric horn at the 20 people at the target and ordered: "Pay attention to the shooting posture and prepare to shoot!"
In the past, when shooting pistols in the army, the one-handed shooting posture of holding the gun with the left hand on the waist and the right hand was more common.
In this shooting posture, the force effect is very stable, and the aiming baseline is long, and the distance between the crosshair and the eye is farther, so the shooting accuracy will be higher.
But this shooting posture is not suitable for college students with zero shooting experience.
Especially for girls, the lack of strength makes them unable to resist the recoil caused by pistol shooting.
It is very likely that the pistol will fall off after just one shot.
Therefore, what these college students use is the "isosceles triangle pistol" which is easier to master than the one-handed pistol and has better shooting stability and continuity.
Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!
Someone has started shooting.
But the shooting results were very "touching".
There is no need to consider the number of rings. If all five bullets can hit your target card, it is considered excellent.
"Target No. 1, five shots on target, 20 rings!"
"Target No. 2, three shots on target, 4 rings!"
"Target No. 3, four shots on target, 2 rings!"
"..."
The target shooter began to report the students who had completed shooting.
Guo Hai, who was standing at target position No. 1, clenched his fists excitedly after hearing his results.
All five bullets hit the target. Although the average number of rounds was very low, it was considered a very good result among the students.
"Target No. 16..."
The target reporter stopped when he reported Jiang Ning's target position.
Because on Jiang Ning's target card, there are only two bullet holes in the blank areas of the target card, and these two bullet holes were made by bullets fired from target positions No. 15 and No. 17 next to it.
"No. 16, why don't you shoot yet!?"
Ping Sheng walked up to Jiang Ning again and asked loudly: "What are you waiting for?! Are you waiting for the bullets in your gun to fly out on their own?!"
"I……"
Just when Jiang Ning didn't know how to answer, Qin Shi appeared at the entrance of the shooting range.
"Hello, instructor!"
The two sentries standing at the entrance of the shooting range saluted Qin Shi and removed the warning tape.
Although Qin Shi is only an instructor in the special training class, the soldiers in the "Forging Furnace" will call him "instructor" when they see Qin Shi.
Because Qin Shi was not an active soldier and had no military status or rank, it was inappropriate to call him "squad leader" as he was used to.
Qin Shi walked into the shooting range and soon saw Jiang Ning standing at the target position and walked towards her.
"Qin Shi? Why is he here?"
"Yeah, why does he have time to come here?"
"Look, he's walking towards Jiang Ning's target."
"..."
When the students below saw Qin Shi, they immediately started whispering.
For these college students who are undergoing military training, especially those in the same class as Qin Shi, Qin Shi has already transcended the category of "classmate".
Being able to make Meng Zhichao speechless, being able to make Qiao Yiming stomp his feet in anger, being able to serve as an instructor for professional soldiers, such a "classmate relationship" is not something you dare to have indiscriminately.
"Hello, instructor!"
When Ping Sheng saw Qin Shi, he immediately stood up straight and saluted Qin Shi with a standard military salute.
"There are not so many rules."
Qin Shi waved his hand to Pingsheng and said to Pingsheng: "The training in the special training class hasn't started yet, so I'm coming over to guide her in shooting."
"yes!"
Ping Sheng saluted Qin Shi again, then took a few steps back to make way for Qin Shi.