"Huh, go over there? You said it lightly!" Zhang Shuai roared angrily, waving his hands to the people behind him to surround Qin Yuan, "Today, I want you to know what the price is!"
Following Zhang Shuai's order, those people pounced on Qin Yuan like hungry wolves. Although Qin Yuan was an instructor with extraordinary skills, he could not help but feel pressure when facing so many opponents. However, he did not flinch, and
He quickly adjusted his status and launched a counterattack.
Qin Yuan's figure shuttled through the crowd like a ghost, and every shot was precise and powerful, knocking each opponent to the ground. But Zhang Shuai did not stop there, he went into battle personally and started a close combat with Qin Yuan.
The two of them were going back and forth, the wind of fists was roaring, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while. However, Qin Yuan had received professional military training after all, and his physical strength and endurance were far beyond ordinary people. As time went by, Zhang Shuai gradually became exhausted and his movements became difficult.
Started to become sluggish.
At this moment, Qin Yuan found a flaw, and with a sudden force, he knocked Zhang Shuai to the ground. Zhang Shuai struggled to get up, but he was unable to do so. Qin Yuan stood in front of him, his eyes burning: "Zhang Shuai, hatred
Failure to solve the problem will only make you lose yourself. I hope you can let go of the past and start over."
Zhang Shuai was lying on the ground, breathing heavily, with a trace of confusion in his eyes. Qin Yuan's words were like a heavy hammer, shattering the wall of hatred in his heart. He began to reflect on his behavior, whether it was really worth it.
The grievances and grievances of the past will affect one's life.
Finally, Zhang Shuai spoke slowly, with a hint of exhaustion and relief in his voice: "Qin Yuan, you win. Maybe, I really should let it go."
The next day.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the camp of the recruit company, covering this land full of vigor and sweat with a golden jersey. Qin Yuan, the instructor who has just returned from an unexpected storm, is wearing a dusty
The smell of servants stepped into the familiar yet unfamiliar
camp. There was warmth of returning home in his eyes, but also hidden expectations for the future. When the recruits saw Qin Yuan returning, they all cast their eyes with admiration and curiosity. They knew that the return of this instructor meant
A new round of challenges and trials is about to begin.
"Assemble!" Qin Yuan's voice was so penetrating that it instantly broke the tranquility of the camp. The recruits quickly lined up and stood in line, with anticipation and nervousness for the next training written on everyone's face.
"From today on, we will resume daily training. I hope that everyone can devote themselves to training in the fullest state, because there is no room for sloppiness on the future battlefield." Qin Yuan's words were sonorous and powerful, as if they could directly hit people's hearts.
deepest.
The training days are boring but fulfilling, and every day is full of sweat and challenges. Qin Yuan leads by example and has strict requirements on every detail, from physical fitness to tactics, from theory to practice, all of which reflect his professionalism and expertise as an instructor.
Rigorous. Under his leadership, the recruits gradually grew from youth to maturity, from weakness to toughness.
However, among this group of recruits, there was one person who seemed particularly anxious and confused. He was Yue Ming. Yue Ming had always had extraordinary talent in marksmanship, and his shooting scores were among the best among the recruits. But recently, he found himself trapped in
The bottleneck was that no matter how hard he tried, his performance could not be improved, which made him feel frustrated.
At night, when other recruits had fallen asleep, Yue Ming was wandering alone on the training ground. The rifle in his hand seemed to be an obstacle that he could not overcome. Under the moonlight, his figure looked particularly lonely and helpless.
"Yue Ming, what are you doing here?" Qin Yuan's voice suddenly sounded behind Yue Ming, with a trace of imperceptible concern.
Yue Ming turned around suddenly and saw Qin Yuan. His heart tightened, but he didn't know how to speak. He lowered his head and said hesitantly: "Teach...instructor, I...I'm practicing marksmanship."
Qin Yuan walked to Yue Ming, gently picked up the rifle in his hand, checked it carefully, and then asked: "Have you encountered any difficulties recently?"
Yue Ming took a deep breath and finally plucked up the courage to speak out his troubles: "Instructor, I feel that I have encountered a bottleneck in marksmanship. No matter how hard I practice, my grades can't improve. I'm starting to wonder if I'm really not good enough.
Suitable for military service."
Hearing this, Qin Yuan frowned slightly, but soon regained his composure. He patted Yue Ming's shoulder and said sincerely: "Yue Ming, everyone will encounter bottlenecks on their own growth path. This does not mean that
You are not suitable to be a soldier. On the contrary, this is the only way to grow up. Remember, a real warrior is someone who never gives up on himself."
Yue Ming raised his head, with tears shining in his eyes. He was eager to get Qin Yuan's guidance, but he was afraid that his problem would be too difficult. Qin Yuan seemed to see through his mind and continued: "Here, I will demonstrate it to you.
Look where the problem lies."
With that said, Qin Yuan took the rifle from Yue Ming's hand, positioned himself, and aimed at the bull's-eye in the distance. With a crisp gunshot, the bullet accurately hit the bull's-eye, causing Yue Ming to marvel.
"See? Marksmanship is not just about technique, but more importantly about mentality and feeling." Qin Yuan said as he handed the rifle back to Yue Ming, "You have to learn to relax yourself and let your heart blend with the gun.
As one, only in this way can you perform at your best."
Yue Ming took the rifle and adjusted his breathing and posture according to Qin Yuan's guidance. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened them, with a firm light shining in his eyes. He pulled the trigger again, and the bullet
It roared out. Although it didn't hit the bull's-eye, it was already a great improvement compared to before.
"Very good, you have found the feeling." Qin Yuan encouraged, "Remember, marksmanship requires continuous practice and exploration, don't rush for success. As long as you maintain this mentality, I believe you will be able to break through the bottleneck and become a
A true sharpshooter."
When Yue Ming heard this, a warm current surged in his heart. He looked at Qin Yuan, his eyes full of gratitude and respect.
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Qin Yuan got up early, thinking about Yue Ming. The conversation last night made him deeply realize that the bottleneck Yue Ming encountered in marksmanship was not a simple technical problem, but
Deeper psychological and predictive impairments.
"Yue Ming, get up! Today I will take you to the military hospital to check your eyesight." Qin Yuan's voice sounded in Yue Ming's ears, with unquestionable firmness.
Yue Ming rubbed his sleepy eyes and woke up instantly after hearing Qin Yuan's words. He quickly put on his clothes and followed Qin Yuan out of the dormitory. The two walked side by side on the road to the military hospital, and the air was filled with fresh fragrance.
The aroma of grass and earth.
"Instructor, do I really need to go for a checkup? My eyesight has always been very good." Yue Ming was a little worried. He was not sure what the results of this checkup would be, and he was even more worried that he would lose the opportunity to become a sharpshooter.
Qin Yuan turned to look at Yue Ming, his eyes shining with encouragement: "Yue Ming, vision is only a part of marksmanship, but the ability to predict is equally important. We need to find out where the problem is before we can prescribe the right medicine. Trust me, this inspection
It can only be good for you."
When Yue Ming heard this, a warm current surged in his heart. He nodded and decided to believe in Qin Yuan and himself. The two of them quickened their pace and soon arrived at the gate of the military hospital.
In the military hospital, everything was in order. Qin Yuan took Yue Ming to the eye examination room, where a young female doctor was waiting for them. She smiled and motioned for Yue Ming to sit down, and then began a series of examinations.
"Your eyesight is indeed very good, with almost no problems." After the examination, the female doctor said to Yue Ming. She looked at Qin Yuan, with a trace of doubt in her eyes, "Then why was he unable to get the shot accurately?"
Qin Yuan stepped forward and explained: "I suspect there is something wrong with his ability to predict. When he is shooting, he is always unable to accurately judge the target's position and movement trajectory."
The female doctor heard this and nodded to show her understanding. She turned to Yue Ming and asked, "When you are shooting, do you often feel that the target is moving or that its position is elusive?"
Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in Yue Ming's eyes. He nodded. This was exactly the problem that had been bothering him: "Yes, doctor. I always feel that the target is shaking. I am clearly aiming, but I can't hit it."
The female doctor smiled slightly and explained: "This is likely to be a problem with your prediction ability. Prediction ability is not only the judgment of the target location, but also the prediction of the target's moving speed and direction. This requires extremely high
Concentration and reaction speed, as well as keen awareness of the environment.”
When Yue Ming heard this, his heart suddenly became enlightened. He finally understood that the reason for his inaccuracy was not a problem with his vision, but a lack of ability to predict. He looked at Qin Yuan, his eyes full of gratitude and respect. He knew that it was Qin Yuan who led him
It found the root of the problem and pointed out the direction for its solution.
"Then... what should I do?" Yue Ming asked eagerly. He was eager to improve his prediction ability as soon as possible and become a true sharpshooter.
The female doctor looked at Qin Yuan, and the two exchanged a knowing smile. Qin Yuan said: "The ability to predict can be trained, but it requires time and patience. From today on, I will develop a special set of training for you.
Training plan to help you improve your prediction ability.”
Hearing this, Yue Ming felt excited in his heart. He held Qin Yuan's hand tightly, with a firm light shining in his eyes: "Instructor, I will definitely work hard! I will not let you down!"
Qin Yuan smiled and patted Yue Ming's shoulder: "I believe in you, Yue Ming. You have extraordinary talent and tenacity. As long as you work hard, you will definitely become a real sharpshooter."
From that day on, Yue Ming's training life has undergone earth-shaking changes. Qin Yuan formulated a strict training plan for him, including reaction speed training, concentration training and environmental awareness training. Every morning, when the first ray of light
When the sun shone on the camp of the recruit company, Yue Ming began his training. Like a sponge, he greedily absorbed every bit of knowledge and skills taught by Qin Yuan.
However, the road to growth is always full of challenges. During the training of prediction ability, Yue Ming encountered unprecedented difficulties. He found that his prediction of the target was always biased, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not accurately judge the target's movement trajectory.
.This made him feel frustrated and even began to doubt his ability and value.
"Instructor, am I really not suitable to be a soldier? Why am I trying so hard, but I still can't get it right?" After a training, Yue Ming found Qin Yuan with an emotional breakdown. His eyes were shining with tears, and his voice was filled with tears.
With a slight tremor.
Qin Yuan looked at Yue Ming, his heart full of understanding and sympathy. He patted Yue Ming's shoulder gently and said sincerely: "Yue Ming, the road to growth is always full of ups and downs. But remember, the real
A warrior is someone who never gives up on himself. The ability to predict can be trained, but it requires time and patience. Don't rush for success, but slowly accumulate experience and find your own rhythm."
When Yue Ming heard this, a warm current surged in his heart. He looked up at Qin Yuan, with a firm light shining in his eyes: "Instructor, you are right. I will not give up! I will continue to work hard until I become a real sharpshooter!"
A few days later.
The atmosphere in the company was particularly tense and enthusiastic in the early autumn breeze, and a unique shooting competition was about to begin. The sun shined through the sparse clouds on the playground, covering the land that was about to witness glory and sweat.
a layer of gold
The jersey. Duan Jinglin, a veteran who is usually silent but can always make a splash at critical moments, and Yue Ming, the recruit who has been working hard to break through himself in marksmanship, are standing on this starting line, ready to face this battle that belongs to the warriors.
contest.
"Get ready!" Following the referee's order, the participating soldiers took their positions one after another, adjusted their breathing, and aimed at the bullseye in front of them. Duan Jinglin's eyes were calm and deep, as if they could penetrate the target paper and lock onto the target directly;
As for Yue Ming, although he was a little uneasy, he tried his best to keep himself calm. He knew that this competition was not only a test of his marksmanship, but also a practice of instructor Qin Yuan's teachings.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The gunshots came one after another, like a passionate war song, echoing on the playground. Duan Jinglin's movements were smooth and smooth, and every shot was extremely accurate, as if he and the rifle in his hand had become one, and every time he clicked
Pulling the trigger is a call for victory. Although Yue Ming tried his best, his shooting seemed a little jerky in comparison, and some of his shots even missed the target.
When the last shot fell, the playground fell into a brief silence, followed by the tense scoring process by the referees. Duan Jinglin stood there, his face still calm, but his eyes were shining with unconcealable confidence and expectation. And Yue Ming,
He seemed a little anxious. He looked at the referee from time to time and then turned to look at Duan Jinglin, with mixed feelings in his heart.
"The results of the competition are out!" the chief referee stood up and announced in a loud voice, "The champion of this shooting competition is - Duan Jinglin!"