The shooting subject is the highlight of today's exam.
It's natural to be a soldier and carry a gun.
A gun is the second life of a soldier.
According to Hou Jun, she is his lover and his wife.
To shoot well, you must fall in love with your gun.
Early in the morning at the shooting range, the singing was loud and the chants were loud.
Deputy division commander Zhang Wenqing also came to watch in person today. He was a little surprised when he met Zhuang Yan at the shooting range.
"Hey? Chief of Staff Zhuang, why are you here too?"
Zhuang Yan said: "I brought two young apprentices and came to cheer them up today."
Zhang Wenqing wondered: "What little apprentice?"
Zhuang Yan said: "Just two recruits, please teach me some shooting skills, and I gave them some guidance."
Zhang Wenqing suddenly remembered something and asked quickly: "Recently, I heard that you go to the small shooting range of the division headquarters every noon and get a lot of live ammunition. Is that just for this?"
Zhuang Yan joked: "Assistant Zhang, you don't want to settle the bullet account with me, do you?"
Zhang Wenqing burst out laughing: "Of course not. If I had known you were practicing shooting there every day, I would have gone to ask for advice."
After laughing, he asked again: "Which two soldiers are they?"
Zhuang Yan pointed in the direction of the second battalion: "Those two soldiers in Hou Jun's platoon."
Zhang Wenqing said: "Are they Li Zheng and Zhang Jian?"
Zhuang Yan asked curiously: "Deputy Commander Zhang, do you know these two recruits?"
Zhang Wenqing said: "I know, I even ate crayfish with them."
After saying that, I remembered how I met Fatty Wei and the others when I was walking by the wall with my lover, and I couldn't help but laugh again.
Zhuang Yan didn't know about this, but he didn't want to ask, so he could only laugh along with it.
Zhang Wenqing added: "This year's first shooting practice has a third-class merit indicator. The division commander has decided that those who can get 50 rings will have the opportunity to get third-class merit."
Zhuang Yan said: "In a new corps, there are probably no more than five people who can complete the ring, right?"
Zhang Wenqing shook his head: "That's not necessarily true. I have been through all three battalions in the past two months. There are capable people among the recruits this year. The two soldiers in the second battalion, Li Zheng and Zhang Jian, and their second platoon are called Zhuang.
Haoran’s… By the way, I have the same surname as you, so it seems that people named Zhuang are good at marksmanship, hahahaha!”
Zhuang Yan said: "I know Zhuang Haoran. His father is a retired shooter, so he has received formal shooting training and his understanding of firearms is much better than the average person."
Zhang Wenqing said: "It seems that you also know him, but there are more than one soldier like the three of them in the new regiment. There is a soldier in the first battalion, a mountain boy. He has hunted with his family since he was a child. He is very good at shooting.
50 rings is just like playing.”
Zhuang Yan asked: "Ethnic minorities in the mountains?"
He knew that the mountain people in some places still kept shotguns, and because they respected traditional customs, they did not ban them.
Zhang Wenqing said: "You're right. I grew up playing with shotguns. The last time I watched them shoot live ammunition, I discovered that this kid was a genius. When I asked, I found out that this was the case. He was shooting live animals.
, which is much more difficult than target shooting. For him, the chest ring target is too easy."
Zhuang Yan had doubts in his mind and said: "What if all of them have 50 rings? Who should be given meritorious service?"
Zhang Wenqing said: "This is simple. Another round with 50 rings. The target moves forward 100 meters. Calculate according to the number of rings. Whoever has a higher number of rings will be ranked first."
There is support for the 200-meter prone position. This difficulty is the same as the second shooting exercise.
The second rifle shooting exercise involves shooting at half-body targets in three postures: lying down, kneeling, and standing, corresponding to distances of 200 meters, 150 meters, and 100 meters.
However, the second practice of lying down 200 meters shooting only requires hitting the target and counting the number of hits.
If you calculate the number of rings, the difficulty will be much higher.
However, this is fine. There is no first place in literature and no second place in military affairs. In the end, there must be a first place.
Zhuang Yan and Zhang Wenqing turned to chat again, and a row of soldiers from the other side also arrived at the shooting range and arranged to sit down in the designated area.
Fatty Wei was in a very good mood today, and he was very talkative. He looked around excitedly, and soon he saw the second row sitting at the back, and saw Zhuang Haoran among the soldiers in the second row.
Zhuang Haoran sat calmly in the team, confidence radiating from his body.
He knows his own strength.
There are two people in a row who are suspicious of fighting with him, one is Li Zheng and the other is Zhang Jian.
But they had competed with him many times and never won, so there was nothing to worry about.
Furthermore, I heard that there was a master named Li Yunpeng in the first battalion. He came from a family of hunters. He also had a 10th level shooting skill and was very good at shooting.
This is the information that the deputy of squad six got back from him. He has never seen it with his own eyes, never fought against him, and doesn't know where he is. But what he heard from the deputy of squad six is that it is amazing, and his marksmanship is as good as his own.
In the words of the sixth squad deputy, he took a peek at the shooting training of the entire new corps. The only one who could really compete with Zhuang Haoran was Li Yunpeng, and the others were not a concern.
Zhuang Haoran looked across the first battalion, looking for his imaginary opponent under the dark mass of heads.
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It's a pity that he didn't know Li Yunpeng, so he could only look at it lonely for a long time. When he turned his head, he found that Fatty Wei was smiling meaningfully at him with a big mouth.
He could only smile politely at Fatty Wei and nod.
Fatty Wei also nodded.
Then he turned around and said quietly to Li Zheng: "If I had the same character as before I became a soldier, I would definitely give him a sum of money to let him go!"
Li Zheng was happy after hearing this and said: "You haven't learned your lesson yet? There is no airtight wall in the world, and everything you gain by being clever will be lost sooner or later. Have you forgotten the lesson you learned at home?"
Fatty Wei looked at Li Zhengzheng with an expression of admiration for a while and then said: "Tsk tsk, it's different if you have a high degree of education. Everything you say is philosophical."
Finally, you sighed: "It seems that there is no hope for me today. I just have a chance to report my merits..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sound of a whistle.
The on-site commander wearing an armband waved a small red flag in his hand and ordered a battalion, a company, and a row to take the field.
Li Zheng heard Wu Yi, who was standing nearby chatting with Hou Jun, saying: "Platoon leader, I heard that there is a soldier in the first company and platoon of the first battalion who is very good at shooting."
Hou Jun asked: "How powerful is it?"
Wu Yi said: "Nothing less than 10 rings."
Hou Jun couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Ah? Why is there another Zhuang Haoran?"
Wu Yi said: "I have heard about it, but I have never seen it with my own eyes."
Hou Jun pointed to the shooting line, and the recruits were already standing in front of their target positions.
"Load bullets while lying down!"
Following the order, the 30 recruits all fell down.
Then there was the sound of loading magazines and loading bullets.
Li Zheng was curious, is there a master in the first battalion?
He stretched his neck, wanting to see how powerful the opponent was.
Bang——
Bang——
Bang——
Gunfire soon followed one after another.
Li Zheng was constantly searching for the target reporting poles rising from the trench in front of the target a hundred meters away, watching the trajectory of their waving signals.
Different swing directions and positions of the target reporting rod represent different ring numbers.
Soon, he discovered that one of the target reporting rods had been swinging in an arc from left to right.
That is the target language of the Ten Rings.
Returning to the corresponding shooting position, I saw a thin recruit whose face could not be seen lying on the target position.
Before Li Zheng could take a few more glances, he had already finished his work. He stood up from the ground, started inspecting the gun, turned off the safety, and then shouldered the gun.
This recruit completed a round of shooting much faster than the other soldiers. Some of the other soldiers only fired the second round, while he had already fired all five bullets.
"It seems it's him..."
Judging from the shooting speed and the number of rings reported by the target language, the three shots Li Zheng saw were all full rings.
I don’t know how the first two shots performed.
Then he saw the intercom in the hand of the security officer responsible for recording the results standing not far away from him, and a voice came out.