Chapter 1846 Excellent soldiers need concentration
Just two days later, he suddenly became the director of the entire club?
Natasha quickly shook her head: "This... is too sudden."
"It's not sudden. The last time we had a live vote here, I became the minister that time."
"No! It's still too sudden. I'm just here for the first time, and I can see that everyone is very enthusiastic, but would it be too sudden to change the position of minister suddenly? Didn't the club just hold an election last month?"
"Uh... that's true." Nikita patted his forehead, he also hoped that everyone would calm down first.
"Kalkova, even so, you are still our second deputy director, and you are well-deserved as a coach. Oh, our club just lacks a real coach. It seems that you have to take up this position again."
Kita said with a smile, "At least I hope you can teach us some more techniques that can be used in combat."
Natasha sighed softly, she didn't like rushing ducks to the shelves.
Being a coach? Totally acceptable.
"Okay! I will be the coach." Natasha calmed down: "Now we have no bullets, but we can still practice shooting. If you trust me, then listen to me! I will find a way for everyone to practice.
Excellent stability. Male students, when you join the army and go to the battlefield in the future, you will thank me."
"Okay! Please introduce some of your methods." Nikita said eagerly.
An excellent fighter must have very solid basic shooting skills.
In this era and even in future generations, few beginners of firearm shooting can well control the tremor after firing the firearm. Especially with the advent of the assault rifle era, firearms always fire at a very high rate of fire, and their firepower density
It's higher, but it can't suppress the tremor of the gun. No matter how powerful the firepower is, it only serves as a deterrent to the enemy.
To be able to hold down the gun, you also need to develop strong concentration.
The best way Natasha knew was an extremely simple trick she learned from Yang Mingzhi.
When she began training as a young militiaman, she was issued a captured German kettle. The kettle filled with sand and soil weighed a full four kilograms. It was hung at the muzzle of the gun, at the end of the purge under the muzzle. Because
Based on the lever principle, when the shooter holds the rifle in this state with both hands, what he feels is a strong falling force.
If after long-term practice, the shooter can maintain a standing shooting posture for a long time, his firearm control ability will be qualified.
So, is this item included in the formal infantry training of the Soviet Army? The answer is no.
Although it is very important to train soldiers' ability to control firearms, the army does not systematically strengthen the muscles of soldiers' arms. If it is necessary to train muscles, the army has a more direct method of bayonet training. It must be said that for "hand-to-hand combat"
The Soviet army was very good at training, so Natasha also practiced a serious set of "Soviet-style military boxing" in the Guerrilla Republic.
If she were to fight with the boy in front of her, Natasha would not be weak at all.
Now, Minister Nikita was a good teaching demonstrator. He was asked to hold up the rifle, and another gun's linen sling was hung at the muzzle.
Nikita was in a shooting stance, gritting his teeth to be strong, but he only lasted thirty seconds before surrendering.
For a moment, the boys booed.
"Oh, please spare me." He put down the gun and shook his sore arm vigorously.
"Comrade Minister, are you tired?"
"Oh, this is too difficult. A gun weighs five kilograms, so it is used as a counterweight? I'm not bad at physics. Calculate the torque. I feel that I am lifting more than ten kilograms of weight! Halko
My friend, is this the kind of training you received in Moscow?!" Nikita looked embarrassed.
Natasha shrugged: "This is also for your own good. I have heard a saying that the more you sweat at ordinary times, the less you bleed on the battlefield. Compared with the recruits who go to the battlefield after training for a month, if everyone is interested in joining the army, we will have more
Spend more time training. By the time we go to the battlefield, everyone is already an elite."
"Uh... So, can you do it? Hold it like me for more than half a minute?"
"No problem, two minutes is fine. How about I perform it for everyone?"
In front of everyone, Natasha once again showed how powerful her arms were. She coordinated all the muscles in her body and tilted her whole body slightly forward, in the so-called "regular standing shooting posture". Another gun was hung on the muzzle.
A Mosin Nagant, she held on to this posture for two minutes.
Is she really not tired? How is that possible?
Natasha's limit was to persist for three minutes, and she was already tired after two minutes. Even so, she had developed enough control that she could suppress the muzzle of the gun just by relying on the strength of her arms.
For a sniper who has used semi-automatic SVT40 for a long time, this skill is really important. Because after shooting, the muzzle jump is weak, and she can observe whether the target falls down in the scope to decide whether to reshoot or change the target.
Is it possible that a man is no better than a woman?
The boys who ran out of ammunition realized that training strong arms could at least hold down the muzzle of the gun and jump up. They even decided that what Kharkova was talking about was the training method of the regular army.
That's what they did that night, even though some students would follow their classes to the military shooting range tomorrow for all-weather shooting training.
They are all boys who want to be strong, and each of them makes their muscles sore, but they firmly believe that such training can also be carried out in the school activity room.
There are some wooden gun models in the shooting club. They are props for training shooting postures. Because they are far from real guns, no one will take the initiative to train with them. Now? They have almost become popular.
It was almost nine o'clock in the evening, and the "citizen shooting range" could no longer be opened, and all the children were kicked out.
After an exciting training session, does anyone feel relaxed?
No! It’s just the weight-lifting training that makes everyone’s arms sore.
This also includes Gil, who made himself uncomfortable when he first participated in the shooting club activities.
However, in front of the girl he likes, he must show his masculinity, even if it is just pretending. He endured the pain in his arm, but he still got close to the culprit of all this, the girl he admired, Natasha.
"It's very late now. Look, all of us have been kicked out. How do you go back?"
"Let's walk." Natasha said casually.
"What? Walking?" Gil shook his head: "It's so late and so cold, you actually want to walk back?"
"Huh? Then run back?"
"That's not what I meant." Gil gritted his teeth, "How about I ride my bike and take you back?"
"You..." To be honest, Natasha really didn't want to trouble this Jill. She paused and said, "My legs and feet are very sound, so there's no problem walking back. Besides, it's not good to be seen by everyone."
"You should listen to him." Minister Nikita approached the two of them. "Kharkova, after all, you are a seventeen-year-old girl. According to Soviet law, we are all adults. You
But he is a child."
"Am I still a child? Ah, you have forgotten it if you don't remind me." Natasha was very dissatisfied with being treated like a child. She shook her head: "At the age of seventeen, there is no difference between me and an adult. Thank you, I
I don't need any special attention from you, Nikita."
Nikita shrugged: "Well, I don't care. I just hope you will accept the kindness of your monitor. Natasha, the school door closes at 9:30 in the evening. You should go back as soon as possible and don't give any trouble to the comrade.
It’s troublesome. You’d better take Jill’s bicycle and walk quickly.”
"this……"
Natasha hesitated for a moment and saw the members of the club. Everyone seemed to be very anxious. Most of them also had bicycles, and they rode away along different roads one by one. Some people just rode quickly in the direction of the school.
Okay, obviously I'm in a hurry.
"Kalkova, it's okay." Jill said kindly: "As the monitor, I have the obligation to help you. Let's get in my car and set off."
The time issue was indeed a tricky one. Natasha looked at her watch and saw that she had no better choice.
"Really, if I hadn't been very tired now, I would have run back. It only takes more than ten minutes to run three kilometers. Gil, thank you for taking your bike. I hope my weight will not damage your vehicle.
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"Haha, are you kidding me?!"
The members of the shooting club dispersed, including the minister, who also rode his bicycle and ran towards his home.
Natasha soon saw Jill's bicycle. It was an old and unimpressive vehicle. If there was one thing that was new, it was its back seat. It was actually glowing under the dim street lights. She understood instantly,
The novel car seat was tailor-made for Jill. Here, Natasha had to admire this young man's carefulness.
"Look, this is my car." Jill said proudly.
"Is it strong?"
"Of course, my father used to ride it to deliver newspapers or heavy packages. Its load-carrying capacity is trustworthy."
"Okay, I trust your car and your driving ability." Natasha shrugged and walked into Jill who was ready to go.
She gathered up her braid, put on her velvet hat, jumped lightly and sat sideways in the back seat, her hands naturally holding on to Jill's waist.
At this moment, Jill felt like she was getting an electric shock. She had been busy installing this back seat for several hours just for this sweet moment.
"Ah! It's really worth it!" He suppressed the excitement in his heart and tried his best to say softly: "Kalkova, are you ready?"
"Well, let's go."
"Okay, let's go."
Natasha already fully understood what a man wanted so much for her. Gil Ivanov, this big boy must have dreamed that her relationship with him would go far beyond the friendship of classmates, but it's a pity...
Natasha is somewhat conflicted. She enjoys the happiness of being cared for now, but she has already made a private engagement.
Having accepted Gil's precious pen before and riding his bicycle today, wouldn't Gil think that the relationship between the two has taken a further step?
"No! No! Natasha, are you going to be a bad woman?" In her heart, Natasha was having a hard psychological struggle. Although she was constantly being disturbed, if she refuses Jill's kindness now, she will
He jumped out of the car directly, but doing so would harm Jill.
She didn’t want Jill to suffer any psychological harm, so perhaps giving him more gifts in return was the right choice. Today, when she got on his bicycle, the gifts in return must be more!
What should I give him? A sum of money? Is this appropriate? Will it make him feel vulgar?
Natasha kept holding Jill's waist, but little did she know that this move kept increasing Jill's happiness.
As she thought about it, she heard the creaking sound of the bicycle she was riding.
She had an idea and decided to use the bicycle to make a fuss.
"Oh, class monitor."
"Call me Gil Kharkova. Is there something wrong? Are you feeling pressed for time? Don't worry, we won't be late."
"Okay...okay."
Jill has been holding back a lot of words. Since Natasha took the initiative to talk to her, why should she hold back any more?
"You don't have to worry at all, Natasha Petrovna. If you are really late, you don't have to worry. My home is not far from the school. At worst, you can stay at my house for the night."
Gil really meant it casually, but unfortunately, he realized something was wrong just after he said it. It was too abrupt for a girl to be taken home to stay overnight, even if she had her own parents at home!
Wasn't Natasha surprised? She suddenly felt that Jill's ultimate goal was to kidnap her to his house tonight.
"Ah! Monitor, are you serious? How could I come to your house suddenly? It's so sudden. Forget it, I'll just get out of the car and run back to school." With that, Natasha let go.
The hand caused the whole body to shake.
"Oh! Natasha, don't panic. I just...well, I will send you to school. Even if you really visit my house, you will go there at a normal time as a classmate. You are right."
"Yeah! That's right. You...I'm really upset right now."
"I'm sorry, I... I meant well. Oops, I was a little clumsy."
"I know you mean well. Oh, let's not talk about it. Monitor, I still want to thank you. You see, your bicycle is really bad. It is very noisy. You don't even need a bell to attract the attention of people far away.
your turn."
"Is this a compliment?" Jill said with a wry smile: "This is my father's old bicycle, which was eliminated by the post office. It was supposed to be disposed of as scrap metal. After being bought by my father at a low price, it has now been passed on to me.
In my hands. Alas, I also want to get a new car, but my father doesn’t agree.”
Upon hearing this, Natasha, who was eager to give Jill a gift in return, suddenly became energetic.
She quickly asked: "Why? Are you short of money? Or is the new car too expensive?"
"My family is not short of money, and is even very wealthy, just because my father is very opposed to extravagance."
"Oh, he is a frugal postman? I heard that your father works in the post office."
"Yes. He used to be a postman and is now the director of the branch. If you have difficulty sending letters, don't worry, I will ask my father and your letters will not be lost."
Jill's words reminded Natasha that if she could make friends with the staff at the Perm post office, it would be helpful to send letters in the future.
After all, the Soviet postal service faced unprecedented pressure during the war. Soldiers on the front line must have tried their best to send their families to their hometowns, and relatives of soldiers in the rear were also writing letters to the front line. These were just letters. There were also a large number of material packages being transported across the territory of the Soviet Union.
, daily necessities given by mothers to their sons on the front line, and trophies sent home by front-line soldiers.
Many times, postmen who work as civilians also put on military uniforms. A large number of postmen close to the battlefield are directly recruited to become members of the logistics transportation force. Specifically, they are often logistics officers. Because they manage and schedule the transportation of weapons and ammunition,
The difference between managing and scheduling the transportation of letters and parcels is probably just whether the goods will explode.