Since that time, I have been thinking about that dagger. After sharpening it several times, I asked my third uncle to take it out and take a look. The third uncle said the same thing back and forth: "I will let you see it when you grow white hair."
My white hair didn't grow back, but I was a few years older. In the blink of an eye, I graduated from high school. I followed my uncle's instructions and applied for the military academy. Unfortunately, I failed to get into it despite my life.
Maybe the old Shen family members were not destined to go to the military academy. After my third uncle contacted my grandfather and my biological father from my hometown, he planned a blueprint for the rest of my life: "You join the army for me!"
In this way, I became a glorious member of the People's Liberation Army. After a month of dog-like recruit training, our recruit company held a live-fire shooting drill (the only live-fire drill, two people per person) before being divided into classes. (shooting bullets), due to insufficient preparation for the recoil of the Type 95 rifle and little live ammunition shooting experience, few people can hit the gun target a hundred meters away. Looking at the record of the recruits almost missing the target, the visiting regiment chief of staff We shook our heads repeatedly. Our company commander's face turned red with shame, and he lowered his head so much that he wished he could bury it in his crotch.
"Shen La, come out!" I was the last one to appear. Under the supervision of the platoon leader, I pressed two bullets into the magazine and half-knelt on the ground to aim at the bullseye. To be honest, I was also beating my heart at this time. Although I have a third uncle who is the deputy squadron leader of the Armed Police, their unit is a logistics unit and they only have the opportunity to shoot live ammunition (five rounds per person) twice a year. The only shooting experience I had was that year When I defected to my third uncle, I caught up with their troops firing live ammunition. In order to cheer me up, my third uncle asked me to take his 54 and fire it. It seemed to have hit the fourth or fifth ring.
I tried hard to adjust my breathing, and all the shooting points mentioned by my third uncle were in my mind. I pressed my shoulder against the butt of the gun, kept my hands steady, stared at the crosshair, and saw whether the gap and the bullseye were exactly three points and one line. I held the trigger with my two thumbs and said, "Pop!" "I don't know how many times I was hit, but I just know that my shoulder was very painful from being hit by the gun butt.
"Two rings!" the target reporter reported the number of rings. When I aimed the second shot, the chief of staff had already stood up and said to our company commander: "That's it. I have opened my eyes today. Your company It has set a record for our regiment, with two bullets per person in a company. The total is less than 100 rounds, so you still think..."
"Pah!" Before he could finish his words, I had already fired the second shot. After about half a minute, I didn't hear the target reporter report the ring number. The chief of staff snorted: "Missed the target again?" The company commander looked a little confused. "Ten rings!" The target reporter finally stopped being silent. "Say it again! How many?" The chief of staff didn't believe his ears. "Ten rings!" "Bring the target over here! "
The target reporter trotted up to the chief of staff with the target on his shoulder. He made sure that the target was a bullet hole and not poked by the target reporter with a nail. The chief of staff looked at me and said, "Are you blind?" Before I could reply, Mouth. Our company commander spoke first: "Change the target! Give him two more bullets."
The company commander personally handed the bullet into my hand: "Just shoot like you just did, and it will give our new recruits a good face." "Yes!!!" I agreed grandly, and rolled my eyes at the chief of staff intentionally or unintentionally.
Returning to the original position, I took a deep breath and found the feeling I had when I fired the second shot. Looking at the gun target fifty meters away, it was slowly getting bigger in my sight.
I suddenly had this feeling just before the second shot. I was just aiming at the target, trying my best to look into the middle of the bullseye (actually I couldn't see anything clearly). As I kept aiming, I felt that the target was a little different, it...
Slowly zooming in, the bigger and clearer it becomes. And the distance becomes closer and closer. It's like there is a millstone with circles painted on it standing in front of me.
"Pop!" I fired two shots in succession. "Twenty rings!" This time the target reporter didn't hesitate. Just now he thought it was dazzling and misread the number of rings.
"Give him two more bullets." This time it was the chief of staff who spoke. He walked directly behind me and began to observe the details of my shooting. "Pop!" "Twenty rings!"
Seeing that I was addicted to playing ten rings, the chief of staff changed his attitude. First he smiled and said to our company commander: "I can't see that your company is still hiding its dragons and crouching tigers." Then he walked to me and patted me on the shoulder: "I almost let you down."
Lie here, the two rings of the first shot are for a test shot, right? Which sports school shooting team are you from? I can’t tell you, little kid, you are not big, but your marksmanship is very big."
"Reporting to the chief of staff, I have never been in any shooting team, and today is the first time I use a rifle." The chief of staff was too polite, and I couldn't stand it. "Impossible! You shot ten rounds in the first shooting? Who do you think you are?
Ah? Hou Yi?" The chief of staff was a little anxious, he thought I wasn't telling the truth.
I also felt that I was wronged, and it wasn’t a bad thing. As for lying? In the end, our company commander asked someone to go to the company headquarters and found my resume. It did not mention my experience in the shooting team. The chief of staff still didn’t believe it.
Even the company commander believed that I was hiding my shooting skills when I joined the army.
The next day, I was recruited to the regiment headquarters. The guards from the regiment headquarters took me directly to the shooting range for examination directly under the regiment headquarters. When I arrived, there was already a circle of people sitting at the shooting range. Except for the chief of staff, there was no one with a familiar face.
There is a person I know.
"Let's get started." The person who spoke was the short senior colonel. This couldn't be the regimental leader, right? I was muttering to myself (according to the procedure, there will be a group meeting after the classes are divided tomorrow, and then I can meet the regimental leader).
A captain brought me to a table. On the table were a Type 95 automatic rifle and seven or eight loaded magazines.
"Now I'm going to do a test for you. Shoot at a target 100 meters away in front of you. You have three minutes. There is no limit on the bullets. You can shoot as many shots as you can. There are no restrictions on the shooting methods." The captain introduced. I took a look.
, there is a target hanging alone on the wall a hundred meters away.
"Let's start when you're ready," the captain said and walked behind me. He held a stopwatch in his hand and watched my every move.
With yesterday's experience, I was not in a hurry to pick up the gun. Instead, I looked in the direction of the target until I saw the target again. Feeling confident, I picked up the rifle and half-knelt on the ground. The captain behind me had already taken his gun.
The stopwatch came out: "Shoot when you are ready. I will start timing from your first shot."
"Pah...pah...pah" I pulled the trigger, shooting at an average rate of one shot per second and quickly finished the first magazine. I changed the magazine, and within a few shots this time, I was shot.
Stop shouting.
"Stop shooting!" The one who shouted was the colonel who had just announced the start: "Stop shooting, the target announcer will report the target." After waiting for two minutes, I didn't hear the target announcer announce the ring number. I stood up and heard the staff
Chang smiled and said to the colonel: "It was the same yesterday. I waited for a long time and still didn't wait for the target announcer to report the ring number. I was probably scared again, right?"
The colonel glanced at me. He seemed a little impatient with the waiting. He raised the door twice and shouted: "The target reporter is reporting the target!". There was still no response. The colonel's face sank. Just when he was about to have a seizure, he saw the target reporter.
He ran over carrying a gun target.
The target reporter hit the target in front of everyone and saluted the colonel: "Report, the ring number cannot be accurately reported as 1." At this time, the colonel saw that the original red dot in the center of the target turned into a
Black hole. Once you have this black hole on the entire target, you won’t be able to find any other holes.
Ten rings from the gun! The camp exploded on the table. The colonel squinted his eyes and looked at the gun target for a while. Suddenly, the corners of his eyes trembled. He picked up his binoculars and looked at the wall where the gun target was originally hung: "Punch through the wall."
Already..."
My mind didn't turn around for a moment, and I replied blankly: "I didn't mean to do it." "I don't need you to accompany me, haha." The colonel gave a rare smile: "It doesn't matter if you smashed the whole wall. Little baby, you are
How come you hit it so accurately?" "You hit it with your hands..."
From that day on, I was assigned to the regiment's security company as an exception. In addition to the necessary drills and training every day, I was given several performances of hitting the red heart with one shot. Later, the 'performance' got annoying, and I occasionally
I 'missed' once or twice, missing the fifth or sixth ring. Just like that, my name still appeared on the list of special shooters in the military region.
In the blink of an eye, two months later, it was time for the military area skills competition. I was regarded as a big killer by the regiment leader and was left to the last shooting event. The first turning point in my life also began...
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