These two words fell clearly into Shen Qianqian's ears in the silent night.
Shen Qianqian's eyelids twitched and she didn't react for a moment. After a few seconds, she realized what Mo Shangjunhe's actions and Duan Zimu's words meant.
"What do you mean?" Shen Qianqian put down the 88 sniper she was holding, and turned around, staring at Duan Zimu in disbelief, "Are you crazy?"
crazy!
Absolutely crazy!
It is strictly forbidden to point the gun at people, otherwise it will seriously violate gun safety regulations.
As a recruit with only one year of military service, she had a clear understanding of this. How could these two instructors in front of her...especially two officers who graduated from a military academy not understand this rule?!
Yes, they were even more ruthless, not only pointing their guns at people, but also shooting directly at them!
"You're not crazy." Duan Zimu said word by word, "Put the gun up, aim, and shoot."
"I can't do this."
Shen Qianqian was driven crazy by them.
She didn't always hit the target with her shot. If something unexpected happened to the shot, or it was aimed directly at Mo Shangyun's head... Shen Qianqian shuddered all over just thinking about it.
Duan Zimu looked at Shen Qianqian who was clearly resisting and frowned unconsciously.
Whether in his own army or in a training camp, what he dislikes most is doing ideological work for others.
Not good at it either.
The army has company commanders and instructors, as well as platoon leaders and squad leaders. They don't need them to do ideological work. In the training camp, they are shooting instructors. They do their own thing during the training. The students' psychological problems are all their own. deal with.
While I was having a headache, the intercom I had prepared in advance rang.
——"You have three minutes to prepare. If you can't fire the gun, 10 points will be deducted."
Mo Shangjun's language is particularly concise.
The understatement and gentle voice were just like every time she deducted their points, and it also contained a hint of impatience.
It seemed as if every point deducted gave her more reason to despise and despise them.
As soon as she finished speaking, before Duan Zimu or Shen Qianqian could speak, she turned off the intercom communication herself.
Shen Qianqian's face completely fell.
I felt annoyed and helpless.
How could she deduct other people's points and force others to point their guns at her?!
If this isn’t a disease, what else could it be?!
Shen Qianqian was furious and gritted her teeth tightly. After a moment, she turned around and picked up the gun. She raised the muzzle and pointed it at Mo Shangjun.
Through the scope, Shen Qianqian clearly saw Mo Shangjun's figure. He still stretched his left hand horizontally, holding the beer bottle, without even moving.
She still had that slender look that made people want to point a gun directly at her head.
However, reason worried Shen Qianqian - a bullet passed and really hit Mo Shangyun's head.
Unknowingly, the corner of his mouth was bitten with blood, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth.
Shen Qianqian heard Duan Zimu's voice, "You have a 95% accuracy rate, and the chance of hitting Mo Shangjun's head is only 0.01%."
After that, Shen Qianqian could no longer hear any sound.
There is a 0.01% chance of shooting Mo Shangjun in the head.
Shen Qianqian thought so.
Duan Zimu seemed to have disappeared. She could no longer hear his breathing or words. Her ears suddenly became quiet. She heard the sound of wind, rain, rustling leaves, and the unique sound of the jungle at night. sound.
She felt the cold coming from all directions, brought by wind and rain. The pervasive coldness mixed with it made her feel unbearable pressure.
She felt that the index finger on the trigger weighed a thousand pounds.
Before this, she had never pointed a gun at a comrade.
She believed that after this, she would never point her gun at her teammates.
This is crazy, she thought.
In a short period of time, she thought of the scene when she almost shot her friend Wang Jie, Duan Zimu's shooting training, her previous troops, and even the scene when she first came to the recruit company and wiped the gun for the first time. …
In the recruit company, the instructor reminded them again and again that they are never allowed to point guns at people.
But now...
She looked through the scope and saw Mo Shangyun.
Really crazy.
Mo Shangyun went crazy, and so did Duan Zimu.
But soon, all she could see was an empty beer bottle.
The beer bottle was carried by Mo Shangyun through the rope.
The wind is blowing, but it can't blow the beer bottle.
I don't know when, but the only thing in Shen Qianqian's field of vision was the beer bottle.
"Click."
Shen Qianqian pulled the trigger.
Cold fingers decisively pulled the trigger.
The speed of the bullet was so fast that it was completely invisible to the naked eye. Shen Qianqian stared at the scope. She only knew that the moment she pulled the trigger, she saw the beer bottle in her field of vision explode into flowers.
The beer bottle shattered and the fragments scattered everywhere, really like a different kind of flower in full bloom.
The flower seemed to explode in her mind at the same time. Shen Qianqian's mind was rumbling, and her heart suddenly lifted up and tightened hard. Then, it was quickly put down again, as if it fell to the ground, without any trace. Stretch freely under pressure.
Then, when she saw Mo Shangjun, she gently dropped the rope wrapped in her hands, and then clapped her hands unhurriedly, as if for her she had just completed the simplest task. instruction to stand at attention.
There was no trace of panic.
Shen Qianqian began to suspect that Mo Shangjun had forgotten what nervousness was.
At a certain moment, she even suspected that Mo Shangyun was not a human at all, but a machine without normal emotions.
Then, Shen Qianqian suddenly thought of——
She may never forget this scene.
Her instructor threatened her with ten points, pointed a gun at herself, and used his own life in a very annoying way to make her overcome a so-called psychological barrier.
She should also never forget her unprecedented nervousness at the moment of shooting and... the slight smile on the corner of her instructor's mouth. (To be continued)