Now, it was Lilia's truly happy time of the year, and her hands couldn't help but hug Natasha's back.
How should I describe this scene? It was like a pair of sisters reunited after a long separation, and they got together today and hugged each other like they were out of control.
At least, monitor Gil and even Lyudmila and Anna in dormitory 203 all have this idea.
"I really can't tell that Lilia and Natasha get along best." Lyudmila muttered incomprehensibly.
"This is fate!" Anna saw it in her eyes and felt happy in her heart, "From today on, maybe Lilia's whole person will change."
"Changed? Yes, you have become brave."
Anna shrugged: "Perhaps, she will be very willing to talk to you and me, and she won't be taciturn anymore, right?"
The children were talking a lot, but what instructor Kaganovsky was most concerned about was the result displayed on the target paper.
He hurriedly ordered his assistant to get the target paper back, and then the truth came out.
Count the bullet holes on the target paper! There are obviously ten, and the bullseye is also the ten ring. There must be four bullet holes in this area, and two of them are almost overlapping. After careful confirmation, they are indeed two
A bullet hole.
There are four ten-ring bullets, and the other five are all nine-ring ones. Only the first bullet was shot by Lilia after she roared. It has seven rings, but it doesn't have much reference value.
Undoubtedly, this is a shocking result.
What else does Kaganovsky have to say?
He called Natasha and Lilia to his side and patted Lilia on the shoulder excitedly.
"My dear, you have never thought that you are born with some abilities. Even if you cannot join the army, you are still qualified to be a shooting athlete. You are probably a natural sniper! Soon, I will reward you for your response."
The knot in her heart was untied, and Lilia really became brave. She smiled innocently and thanked the instructor for the praise.
"And you, Kharkova! You made her brave, you helped her achieve great results, but what about your shooting ability?"
"Me?" Natasha thought for a moment and said boldly: "I can hit the ten rings of the 200-meter target! Or even farther away!"
Kaganovsky thought about it and immediately agreed to the girl's bold idea.
Taking advantage of his excitement, he simply raised his right hand and pointed at a target farther away: "Khalkova, can you see that row of targets? The furthest row."
"Yes! I saw it."
"What did you just say? You said you can hit a target farther away? I'm telling you, it's a four-hundred-meter target. Can you hit it?"
"Yes! I can hit."
Natasha's answer was just as straightforward, and there was never any timid or reluctant expression on her face. So she gave Kagannovsky the feeling that this girl was overconfident.
"Khalkova, you should understand that people should not be brave," he advised.
Natasha responded with a confident look from the side: "Are you worried that I will fail? It's just shooting, I won't fail."
Is she really confident? Or is she trying to show off?
Kaganovsky feels that this girl does have some strength, but he has also come into contact with too many young people aged 17 or 18, and he knows very well that children of this age have an indescribable pursuit of success. They are eager to excel in studies.
Achievements, if you join the army, everyone is eager to make great achievements.
"Okay, now I'll give you a chance to prove yourself. I'll give you ten bullets. As long as one of them hits the target four hundred meters away, it will be your victory!"
"Is it that simple?" The corners of Natasha's mouth raised slightly.
"Ah? Is it still very simple? My dear, it is already very difficult for most people to see a figure four hundred meters away. Only a handful of people in the army can hit an enemy at this distance with a rifle. How confident are you? You actually think
You can easily hit a target four hundred meters away without relying on a sight."
"I think... I can still do it. At least the sight of the rifle Comrade Karpova is holding is very well calibrated."
"Then give it a try." Kaganovsky thought about it while thinking about it, and came up with something unique. "Kharkova, I can't ask you to hit ten rings, you just need to hit one target, for example
A wine bottle, what do you think?"
"Okay, I'll follow your orders."
The work of training new recruits is boring and boring. Kaganovsky has been waiting in the suburban recruit training camp for a long time. Only he knows his boredom and boredom.
He really wished he had more fun in life. A pretentious girl came to the shooting range today. She had better hit the target, so that his boredom could be alleviated.
Finally, a wooden target stood 400 meters away. The top of it was a platform five centimeters wide, which was just right for placing debris.
There are five empty wine bottles standing on it, and they are the targets.
When she first came to Perm No. 1 Middle School, Natasha was taught not to publicize her identity, but the preciousness of gold was always difficult to conceal.
Besides, she has just turned seventeen. What she likes most is to be encouraged, and what she hates the most is doubts about her.
The more she is suspected, the more she has to express herself. Moreover, it is difficult for ordinary soldiers to hit a target four hundred meters away by aiming with the naked eye, but for her, it is completely possible.
"Remember, as long as you hit one bottle, I will consider you a victory. Women should not drink, so I will reward you with a kilogram of bread." Kaganovsky knelt down and made the last request to Natasha who was lying on her stomach.
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"What if I hit two bottles? Is it two kilos of bread?"
"You!" For a moment, Kaganovsky didn't know how to say it. After thinking for a while, he simply stood up with a slap on his thigh, looked down at the girl who continued to lie down, and expressed his attitude very grandly: "Five bottles, one bottle is equal to one
Kilograms of bread. If you hit all five, I'll give you another can of sauerkraut."
"Are you sure?" Natasha turned and asked.
"Yes! That's it! You can start."
At this moment, Natasha was glad that she bargained boldly. Five kilograms of bread can be used as a high-end ration for a soldier for a week! Natasha thought about it again. After returning to school, Natasha rarely did heavy physical exercise, and she only had two kilograms of potatoes a day.
It can fill your stomach. Five kilograms of shelf-stable Daliba slices can be eaten by yourself for ten days or more.
Even if it is for food, you must succeed.
Natasha became quiet, and she was surrounded by classmates who were watching. After the children learned about the new situation, they all waited more and more to see what happened.
After all, they don't know Natasha's true identity, and their understanding of her strength is limited to "this girl is very good at running".
Everyone has a share in target shooting training, and as usual, this transfer student must also participate in target shooting.
The boys couldn't help but talk about it. A confident girl dared to challenge an impossible task while everyone was watching! They were all laughing and talking, while watching with wide eyes.
However, they were not focusing on the target in the distance (although they could not see clearly what was going on there), but out of human instinct, they focused on the girl's spread legs and her graceful S-shaped figure.
After all five bullets were inserted into the barrel of the gun, Natasha took a long breath and pressed her right cheek gently against the butt of the gun.
From her perspective, even though it was four hundred meters away, the five beer bottles were very small, only as big as ants, so it was not difficult to hit them.
For her farsightedness, the scenery four hundred meters away was extremely clear, and her line of sight reached the front sight at the end of the barrel through the rear sight, the vertex of the triangular front sight, which only needed to be facing the target.
The bottle is a very small target, and the triangle of the crosshair is as small.
Furthermore, she was lying prone on a piece of canvas, with the barrel of the gun pressed against the sandbag. Coupled with her long combat experience, her lying and shooting posture was as stable as a weight.
She shot!
As soon as the gunfire rang out, a beer bottle four hundred meters away exploded.
The sudden situation was truly reflected in the telescope Kaganovsky raised. Everything was so simple. With just one bullet, he lost a kilogram of bread!
Now, should I be happy or worried?
Before he could react, there was another gunshot just five seconds later, and he could clearly see the second wine bottle shattering.
Then came the third and fourth without any delay, and finally all the bottles turned into glass.
Now, Kaganovsky could no longer control his trembling hands and dropped the telescope directly to the ground.
A few boys with good eyesight had noticed that the five bottles were gone, and they quickly spread the word. The students who were supposed to be talking about each other after the gunfire fell into silence.
Switch to Natasha's perspective.
She clearly saw the target explode in response. Since there were only five targets prepared, her task had been completed brilliantly.
She skillfully pulled the bolt, and the last hot bullet casing was thrown out, revealing the empty but very warm magazine.
She then stood up and twisted her shoulders: "Tell the instructor, I'm done."
This crisp call finally brought Kaganovsky back to reality. He hurriedly approached Natasha, his big nose and beard almost touching the girl's face.
He asked sharply: "Kharkova, you! Who are you?!"
"I……"
Do you want to tell him that I am Speroskina?! Natasha thought for a moment and quickly answered: "I am the new transfer student Kharkova."
"Bah! Take back your poor acting skills!"
What? He already knows my true identity? Impossible? If he knew, would he still treat me like this?
Natasha didn't take the initiative to say anything, she just looked silent.
"Kharkova, you are not a genius! From the first time I looked at you, I noticed that you have experienced military training! Tell me truthfully, have you been on the battlefield?"
"I……"
Do you want to tell him the truth? Now tell him "I have just withdrawn from the battlefield", and he still has to ask endless questions?
Natasha had an idea and hurriedly said: "I am a student transferred from Moscow. The city has been bombed. Does this count as being on the battlefield?"
"No!" Kaganovsky continued to ask: "I just want to figure out one thing now, where did you learn the shooting skills. I tell you clearly that you already have all the necessary conditions to become a sniper!
You join the army at the age of eighteen and can fight on the battlefield with almost no training. Beautiful girl, do you want to join the army?"
"I...I want to!"
"Maybe you will hesitate, but let me tell you, if you don't join the army, it will be a great regret for our great Soviet motherland and people. The atrocities committed by the invaders are countless. When you become an adult, you must join the army. Then you still have to answer me
,who taught you to shoot?”
Natasha suddenly felt that she had encountered another recruiter. At least this person was much more polite. She thought back to a year ago when she was simply absorbed into the guerrillas in the swamp as a recruit. At that time, she had no choice at all.
.Now, because I am a minor, I still have the right to choose.
It doesn’t matter, I still hold the rank of major anyway!
Natasha still doesn't know what huge benefits, or privileges, the rank of "major" can bring to her. For example, in this boot camp, the instructor Kaganovsky is a second lieutenant, and he has worked hard to get promoted all his life.
When you reach the rank of captain, this is your limit.
Natasha's military rank can be compared with that of the chief of the military camp, but she is still too simple, so simple that she only knows that because of her status as a major, she can receive an allowance of three thousand rubles every month.
Just go to the savings bank to get the certificate and passbook.
Money, banknotes, they don't matter now.
There are very few things that money can buy these days. Only potatoes and bread are the most precious, and they are currently difficult to buy in state-owned stores with banknotes.
As for the black market for reselling grain, it does exist, but once discovered, it is a major crime, and black marketeers are almost certain to be sentenced to death.
Even so, the Soviet Union could not avoid the phenomenon of "rear tightness" to a certain extent, especially in the army's logistics, which was the breeding ground for corruption.
So if Kaganovsky dares to take bread as a reward, he can do so, although this is a kind of corruption.
Natasha's wonderful performance shocked him, and Kaganovsky immediately fulfilled his promise and told his waiters in the barracks canteen to prepare six kilograms of extra bread for lunch.
After the initial turmoil, all the boys in Class Six completely admired Natasha. As for the girls, they were lucky enough to see several terrible scars on Natasha's skin.
She can hit a target from a distance of four hundred meters. Combined with those special scars, has she never been on the battlefield? Who are you kidding!
Including Lyudmila, the president of dormitory 203, she boldly guessed that Natasha Kharkova was indeed from Moscow. Think about last year’s Moscow Defense War, Pravda claimed that 800,000 citizens formed a militia to assist the regular army in fighting. Later.
The newspaper even emphasized that the power of the people is the guarantee for victory in the defense war.
Therefore, Natasha must have been a member of the militia at that time, and even had a direct battle with the Germans.
Let’s take a bold guess. She dressed up as an adult and joined the female army. After all, Russian girls always look the same when they are fifteen and twenty. She served in the army for a long time and was finally screened out.
She lied about her age and was sent all the way to Perm.
"Yes! It must be like this!" Lyudmila was very happy that her guess was so logical, and she became more and more convinced that this was the fact!