Chapter 114 Lying down every day, lying down lonely
Li Zheng has the competitive spirit of a young man, and his status as a famous college student has added a lot of capital to his self-confidence.
He believed that with his ability to comprehend, it stands to reason that he could understand the profound meaning of solemn words in one noon.
The reality turned out to be ruthless.
That noon, Hou Jun and Colonel Zhuang spent the whole afternoon fighting and communicating. The two new recruits, Li Zheng and Zhang Jian, were lying on the ground with their dicks almost dead. They had no trace of the essence of shooting taught by Zhuang.
None of them understood it.
At noon on the first day, Li Zheng returned to the recruit company in despair.
When he got out of the car, he solemnly lowered the window and said something meaningful to Li Zheng: "You can't even control your impetuosity. How can you shoot well if your mind is not calm?"
After saying that, he turned the car and kicked the accelerator and disappeared outside the gate of the camp, leaving behind a messy Li Zheng standing in the sun.
Also hit was Zhang Jian.
It should be noted that Zhang Jian was even more arrogant than Li Zheng. The son of Chief of Staff Zhang, who had always boasted that he had been in the military camp since he was a child and had fired live ammunition when he was more than ten years old, attributed his incomprehensible failure to Colonel Zhuang's pretentiousness.
"I don't think this Chief of Staff Zhuang has any intention of teaching us our real skills."
After the solemn car left, Zhang Jian kicked a stone from the ground far away and said angrily: "It's just a sighting gun, what you said is so mysterious, I've been here since I was a child..."
But before he finished speaking, he felt two cold eyes coming from beside him.
At first glance, it was Hou Jun who hadn't left yet.
At this time, Hou Jun was as if he wanted to eat people, and the aura of a veteran suddenly spread out again, causing Zhang Jian to swallow half of the words he said with a grunt.
Hou Jun said: "I am a high-ranking colonel, why should I waste my time with you two new recruits? You don't have to think about it with your mindless toes. Is that the case? Is that the case? Ang? Is that the case?"
"As for it?" three times in a row, leaving Zhang Jian speechless.
Hou Jun continued: "Zhang Jian, Zhang Jian, do you know what your biggest weakness is?"
Zhang Jian did not dare to speak.
Hou Jun snorted and gave the answer: "Aojiao! An arrogant person who does not match his abilities!"
Zhang Jian's face turned red and white, and he raised his head without daring to refute even a word.
After Hou Jun left, the embarrassed Zhang Jian felt that he needed to find some moral support, so he turned to Li Zheng.
Normally, Zhang Jian would never say a word to Li Zheng.
But now they are two brothers in the same boat in a sense. They were ridiculed solemnly and scolded by Hou Jun. This had a great impact on his self-confidence. At this moment, he needed a life-saving lifeline.
straw to support his own illusory arrogance.
"Did I make a mistake? Li Zheng, don't you think so? Did I make a mistake?! The platoon leader is really..."
Li Zheng looked at him expressionlessly, and after a moment he said: "I think the platoon leader is right."
After saying this, he went back to the terraced house without looking back.
Unlike Zhang Jian, Li Zheng did not have such a high starting point, so naturally he did not have such a big airs.
Compared to Zhang Jian, he has no psychological burden.
I am not a member of the army, and I have not played with guns since I was a child. Even if I can't hit the target, it's no big deal.
Zhang Jian is different.
The cow has blown up to the sky. Now the cow is flying overhead. If you don't continue to blow hard, you will be killed if you fall down.
However, bragging requires skill and capital.
Like Hou Jun, no one dares to say anything about him even if he brags.
If you are capable, others will be convinced.
What about yourself?
alright.
Zhuang Yan said that he was useless even if he aimed a gun. He originally felt that he was quite powerful, but in front of Zhuang Yan, he was as mentally retarded as a little idiot.
When he arrived, he asked Li Zheng for support, but Li Zheng didn't even bother to talk to him.
Zhang Jian was a little disappointed.
He knew that his popularity in the row was so poor that almost no one wanted to talk to him.
Of course, it's not like he hasn't thought about changing.
It's just that the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change.
When he opens his mouth, the arrogant and sarcastic words are sprayed out like a sudden machine gun that cannot be stopped.
The final result is of course isolation.
I actually want to seek Li Zheng's moral support...
Zhang Jian suddenly wanted to slap both of himself in the face, and vowed not to do this again in the future.
Even if I choke to death, I won’t say a word to Li Zheng again!
snort!
What the hell!
…
At noon the next day, Zhuang Yan came over on time to pick up the three of them and take them to the small shooting range at the division headquarters.
But noon on the second day was the same as the first day.
The two of them were holding an empty gun and aiming at the target, and it was noon again.
Zhuang Yan and Hou Jun were still the same as before, playing ping-pong-pong with live ammunition. They had enough bullets and it was fun.
This was simply a torture for the two new recruits.
The feeling of artillery squad cooks participating in live-fire exercises came back to me.
Zhuang Yan still liked to carry out surprise attacks, so he suddenly stopped his gun and turned around to check.
After the inspection, it was still the same as before, a mocking output, and the little self-esteem of the two people was smashed into the mud. Either it was not working here, or it was not allowed there, it was either one way or another.
"If you can't aim your gun accurately, don't fire live ammunition. Those are all taxes paid by the people. How can you do that?!"
These words simply hit the soul.
Whether it is Li Zheng or Zhang Jian, they all belong to the type with extremely strong self-esteem.
If Zhuang Yan just scolded the two of them for their incompetence and lack of talent, then forget it.
To accuse them of wasting the taxes paid by the people is a big statement.
However, the two of them still had to hold it in.
I can only hold it in.
Li Zheng has been thinking about the meaning of what Zhuang Yan said, but he has never figured it out.
Targeting situations is subjective. It is not data or a picture. It cannot be written or drawn. It is a very vague concept.
How to engrave it in your mind?
How can it be considered engraved in the mind?
Every time he checked, Zhuang Yan said that the original correct aiming situation had changed and was no longer accurate.
Why didn't platoon leader Hou Jun say anything before?
Squad Leader Wu Yi didn’t say anything?
Is it that Colonel Zhuang's level is too high, or that Hou Jun and Wu Yi's level is not up to par?
I thought about it vaguely for a whole afternoon, and took a look at it for a whole afternoon.
Time flies by.
In the end, he was sent back to the recruit company in despair.
Li Zheng was no longer in the mood to talk, and Zhang Jian lost his temper. Hou Jun looked at the two of them and sneered before leaving.
Standing under the scorching sun at noon, Li Zheng and Zhang Jian looked at each other and then returned to the terraced house dejectedly like two defeated roosters.
Training still goes on day after day.
Still the same...
Lie down on the ground, aim at the target, and empty the gun.
Even the two public service soldiers in charge of the division headquarters began to think that Li Zheng and Zhang Jian were the laughing stock. They lay on their stomachs and looked at them from a distance, covering their mouths, occasionally pointing here, whispering, and then
lol.
At noon that day, several divisional staff officers came to shoot, and seeing Zhuang Yan there, they naturally had to make some gestures.
Naturally, he lost completely.
These young officers couldn't stand solemnity, but they couldn't win against solemnity, so they poured out their pent-up anger on the heads of the two recruits, telling them not to block the firing position with their aim guns, or to occupy the latrine.
What's the difference?
While talking, he also drove them to the two farthest and most remote positions on the shooting line to prevent them from disturbing their view and affecting their shooting mood.
This kind of behavior is somewhat disrespectful to Zhuang Yan. After all, they were brought here by Zhuang Yan.
But the strange thing is that Zhuang Yan saw it and didn't stop him. He let the staff officers drive the two recruits from the target position under the shade of trees to the hot sun, where they roasted them like roasted pigs for the entire afternoon.
Li Zheng felt that he was a clown who was dragged out of the exhibition.
Zhang Jian felt that his small universe was about to explode, so he almost stood up and revealed his identity again, bringing out his chief of staff father to suppress him.
In the end, neither of them had a seizure.
The military camp is a very strange place. No matter how bad your temper is, most of the time you will slowly adapt to the atmosphere inside, accept the strict superior-subordinate system, suppress your past impulses, and behave honestly with your tail between your legs.
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Because this is a place where armed groups speak on their own merits.
If you want to speak loudly, you must have the ability.
Li Zheng felt that those staff officers had treated him and Zhang Jian with so much nonsense, but they did not dare to say a word to Hou Jun. I am afraid they knew Hou Jun's capabilities.
Dare to say half a word, Hou Jun said directly, a certain staff officer, how about we have a competition?
Do you think what happened to those staff officers?
On the third day, the situation did not improve at all, and it ended in disgrace.
The situation doesn't seem to be improving...
Then on the fifth day...
There are still two days left before the final assessment.
So far, Li Zheng and Zhang Jian had followed Zhuang Yan to open the small stove, but they had not fired a single shot. They had been lying down lonely at noon for four days.