For a whole noon, Li Zheng sat cross-legged on the ground and did an extremely boring thing with other comrades in the sniper squad - dividing rice grains.
The veterans were familiar with the roads and quickly separated them and shouted the report.
Those who have been divided can go back to the row room to sleep.
The slowest ones are of course Li Zheng and Zhang Jian.
This moment passed by in the blink of an eye in the middle of the day.
After they were sorted, the afternoon wake-up call came slowly from the loudspeaker in the camp.
I thought that dividing the grains of rice was already a tiring task, but I didn't expect that it would be even more annoying. At noon the next day, Hou Jun gathered the sniper squad again, took the rice grains divided yesterday, and asked everyone to start from the needle and thread.
I took a needle and a length of thread from the bag.
The training content has changed. Yesterday it was about dividing rice grains. Today Hou Jun's requirement is to thread 30 rice grains with a thread.
This means using a needle to drill holes into the rice grains before they can be strung together.
30 rice grains doesn’t sound like much.
But when it came time to actually do it, Li Zheng realized that it was even more maddening than rice grains.
The rice grain is only that big, and the texture is very hard but brittle. If the needle is too hard, it will break the rice grain. If it is too light, it cannot be drilled through, and it will take a long time to drill out one grain.
This can be fatal.
It took the veterans in the sniper squad 40 minutes to complete the task, which was surprisingly fast.
But it took Li Zheng and Zhang Jian 40 minutes to wear a dozen of them.
There was still half an hour before the afternoon exercise, so the veterans took the time to go back to the row room and squint.
They didn't wake up at all, but the two new recruits had spent a whole afternoon wearing their balls and still hadn't finished them. There was still a pile of failed semi-finished products in front of them.
The wake-up call rang again.
Hou Jun came over to look at the washbasin in front of the two of them, then looked at his watch, and said, "Go back and pack up and come out to assemble immediately."
After saying that, leave.
The days passed like this.
I have been wearing rice grains at noon for several days in a row, like a big girl doing embroidery.
The rest time at noon is very precious. Sleeping for half an hour and not sleeping are completely different things.
After a few days, Li Zheng felt that he was on the verge of collapse. He had never been so miserable during the sprint period of the college entrance examination.
At least back then, I could arrange my rest time scientifically, but now I can’t even guarantee the time to sleep at noon.
At noon that day, the situation was still the same. The veteran quickly solved the problem and happily returned to the row house.
Li Zheng and Zhang Jian were the only two people left in the corridor.
Several times, Li Zheng accidentally pricked his finger with a needle because he was dozing off, and Zhang Jian did the same, but pricking him just once was good, and he felt refreshed.
Zhang Jian finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Report!"
Hou Jun, who was sitting on the bench, looked away from the textbook, looked over here, raised his chin and said, "Are the strings ready?"
Zhang Jian shook his head: "No."
"Why are you calling for a report without you? Going to the toilet?"
"No, I want to give my opinion!"
Zhang Jian swallowed, straightened his chest, and emboldened himself.
Hou Jun put down the textbook in his hand, stood up, walked to Zhang Jian, glanced into his yellow washbasin, and then said: "Tell me your opinion."
Zhang Jian said: "I have objections to this kind of torturous training. The training method must be scientific and cannot be done blindly. There is not even time to rest at noon. Such fatigue bombing is not in line with science. I am a sports training major."
College students, I am opposed to this training method."
Rice Ball Exploration
Hou Jun looked at Zhang Jian, snorted softly and said: "I have seen your profile and I know that you are from the physical education department and that you are a training major, but don't show off to me.
If you don't sleep at noon, you will feel very tired and aggrieved. When performing a mission, it often takes more than ten hours or even several days for a sniper to wait for the target to appear. It may take more than ten days. Except for a very short period of time,
You almost never sleep except for rest, so do you think it's scientific? Fighting itself is very unscientific, and killing people is also unscientific. If you want to be scientific, don't be a sniper."
After a lot of scolding, Zhang Jian's face turned red and white, and he couldn't utter even a single word.
Hou Jun continued: "Zhang Jian, do you know what the most basic requirements of a sniper are?"
Zhang Jian said: "Precise marksmanship."
Hou Jun sneered: "That's bullshit! The most basic thing about a sniper is not marksmanship at all. Marksmanship is just a necessary condition. The basis of a sniper is character and mentality. He must be a mature and steady soldier, and one who can withstand enough
Stress and fatigue bombard soldiers who still maintain a stable mentality. Irritability, lack of patience, and easy anger are all taboos of snipers, which will cause snipers to make mistakes in their judgments on the battlefield, endangering the safety of their own team.
.You haven’t had a nap for several days, and you can no longer suppress your anger. Are you still worthy of being a sniper?"
He waved his hand: "You can go back to the row room to rest, but from now on you don't need to come to the sniper class to participate in training. You should be a good infantryman. For you, the sniper profession may be too advanced and you are not worthy of learning."
The words were very serious, piercing Zhang Jian's heart like a knife.
For a long time, he didn't move.
Hou Jun, who had returned to the small bench, looked back at him and asked again: "What are you still standing there for? Don't you want science? Don't you want to rest? Go back to sleep!"
He didn't give Zhang Jian any face.
Give this new recruit two options - either get out of here and leave the sniper class; or you can train honestly and stop talking to me about science.
In Hou Jun's view, no sniper was trained by the "scientific" methods Zhang Jian said.
Li Zheng looked at Zhang Jian, wondering if this guy would really fight Hou Jun and stop being a sniper.
Hou Jun glanced at Li Zheng and asked, "Li Zheng, have you finished skewering the rice grains?"
Li Zheng quickly shook his head: "No."
Hou Jun said fiercely: "I'm still here looking at you without you! Why don't you hurry up? Do you also want to be more scientific? Yes, you can get out of here."
Li Zheng didn't dare to say anything, lowered his head and continued to skewer the rice grains.
Zhang Jian shouted "report" again.
Hou Jun asked: "College students, why are you still standing there? Go back to the row room and sleep in your room!"
Zhang Jian gritted his teeth and said, "I take back what I just said and ask to continue stringing rice grains."
Hou Jun snorted again and said nothing. He returned to the bench and continued reading. After reading for a while, he raised his head and shouted at Zhang Jian: "Why are you still standing there? Waiting for your rice to sprout?"
Zhang Jian understood that this was acknowledgment that he had retracted his previous remarks, so he sat down honestly, endured his fatigue, and continued to string rice.
In fact, Li Zheng gradually discovered that snipers are not just as simple as what he had seen in movies and TV shows, killing people with one shot from a thousand meters away, then walking away and hiding their merit and fame.
Just from what I saw on TV and movies, many people I thought were “snipers” in the past were not actually snipers at all.