Just as Zhuang Yan was determined, even if Zhang Dapao was pounding in his ears with a gong and a drum, he would have to be transparent, and his hand suddenly lightened.

grass!

The gun is gone!

Even the person was pulled up for half a meter and then fell back to the ground, almost making a mouthful of chewing mud.

In a panic, he looked up and saw who else besides the captain Zhang Dapao behind him?

Zhang Dapao held the solemn 81-1 automatic rifle in his hand and sneered: "Didn't I just remind you to keep the gun stable? I can't even catch the gun, how can you keep it stable?"

He held up his solemn automatic rifle and shouted to everyone: "There is another extremely overlooked place about holding a gun. Please remember this: be sure to hold your gun hard, and keep your wrist tightly, and keep it tight, not relax. Because when the gun is tight, it can maintain the stability of the firing, that is, keep the aiming line still."

"When firing, if your gun is not tight enough and not stable enough, the moment your index finger presses the trigger, the motor nerves on your index finger will drive the other four fingers to subconsciously exert force, which will involuntarily hold the gun handle tightly. The process of loosening and tightening invisibly destroys your aiming line. If your gun handle is already tight, your fingers will have no room for movement when pressing the trigger, so the bullets fired will be more accurate."

"There is another point. If the gun handle is not tightly held, when the gun is pounding violently, the gun handle will hit the joints of the fingers. If it is too many times, it is easy to cause damage. Holding the gun handle tightly seems to be a simple and reasonable requirement, but in actual shooting, I often forget it. When I find that the bullet point is spread out, I remember it. So, I want you to have a gun in your hand and just lie down and aim at the target. The action of the gun must be stable and strong. The gun must be integrated with your body, rather than just taking it away from your hands if you suddenly draw your gun."

Zhang Dapao turned his head and looked at Zhuang Yan: "Isn't it unfair to run this time?"

While saying that, he handed the gun back.

Zhuangyan smiled bitterly and said, "It's not unfair, it's my fault, I deserve to be punished."

After saying that, he started rushing to the No. 1 Highland with a gun on his back.

Days pass by day.

The first ten days, the team's students were repeating this boring basic training.

From that day on, Zhuang Yan never touched the live ammunition again.

It is not clear whether the shooting level has improved, but the physical level is rising up.

It is routine to run ten kilometers with the team where Xu Xingguo is located.

The team originally had a few physical fitness, and every time they ran ten kilometers, they were left behind like dogs, and gradually they could keep up with the team, so there would be no embarrassing scenes where even the backs of the players in front could not be seen.

Those players who had run better could run with those who practiced 400-meter obstacles in Team 1, competing with each other.

Xu Xingguo became even more depressed.

I couldn't get rid of the solemnity before, but now I can't get rid of the solemnity even more, and I was occasionally overtaken.

Someone just joked, saying that we are not a shooting team, right? Let's just sign up for multiple projects. After the competition, you go to the 400-meter obstacle course after shooting. Maybe the flowers bloom inside the wall and the fragrance outside the wall. I don't know whether shooting can be done or not. Maybe the 400-meter obstacle will have unexpected gains.

Just kidding.

The shooting team will still have to shoot.

Although the sharpshooter was not just fed with bullets, he could not practice the sharpshooter without live ammunition.

On the tenth day, Zhang Dapao finally made a fuss. After breakfast that day, he finally asked the team members to go to the warehouse to get targets and follow Peng Qiang to the brigade headquarters to collect ammunition. Judging from this situation, he finally got serious again.

Everyone was very excited and eager to try.

After so many days of holding it in, I finally got the live ammunition again.

When we arrived at the shooting range and were still sorting out training equipment, a minibus and a military jeep suddenly drove at the entrance of the shooting range, and it stopped on the grass in a short while.

The team members were stunned for a moment, thinking that some leader was coming to inspect the training situation. They never thought that the minibus door opened and more than a dozen red-card soldiers came down from inside, half of which were women.

"Yo! Female red card!"

"Look! There are female cadres over there!"

The team members immediately became excited.

They are all young people, locked in the military camp and trained every day, and surrounded by big men. Because the 1st Division is on duty, the outing rate is so low that many people have never even left the gate of the camp except for visiting their homes.

After a year or two, I feel that my eyes are more handsome when I see a sow.

Looking at the female officers wearing camouflage uniforms and wearing red cards, so she felt that these people did not look like soldiers.

"Seriously, these people don't look like soldiers." Zhuang Yan raised his own questions.

He said seriously: "Yes, I don't look like it. Look at those men, they are as white as cream boys, and those women, with such long hair, they look like art troupes."

Because there are female soldiers in the division headquarters, everyone is inevitably inseparable from communication, and the female soldiers in the hospital have made some comparisons.

The female soldiers in the field troops all have wildness, and their hair is generally not long, all with short hair with ears and short hair. They will not appear like those with red cards from the minibus, with long hair reaching the waist.

What's more, soldiers have temperament to see, and the difference between them and local personnel can be seen in every move.

Many of these people don’t look like members of the army.

Three people got out of the jeep, one was Wen Zhixing, and the other two were solemn and didn't recognize each other. One was a lieutenant colonel and the other was a captain. The three of them walked towards Zhang Dapao while talking and laughing, and then stood with their hands, whispering and talking in a low voice.

"Look at them!" Zhang Guoyi suddenly screamed in a low voice, "Look at their guns!"

When he looked up, he saw two soldiers on the minibus who seemed to be soldiers unloading equipment in the minibus.

The ones removed were plastic boxes, plastic chest ring targets, etc., while the men and women red cards each held a small box in their hands, and they didn't know what was contained inside.

A soldier wearing a rank of corps and wearing a camouflage uniform unloaded the equipment from the suitcase of the minibus, walked to the side, opened a rectangular plastic box placed on the ground, reached out to take out a Type 95 automatic rifle from it, checked the bolt slightly, looked at the magazine, and then put it back to its original place.

Zhuang Yan looked closely and was shocked.

However, what shocked the solemn was not the new unsupported 95 automatic rifle, but the soldier's camouflage uniform with a white "special" printed on the small pocket of his right arm!

Because the distance is not far, the solemn vision is excellent, so I confirm that I have read it correctly!

That's right, that's the word "special"!

Is that soldier a member of the military special brigade that Lao Mihu mentioned?

A reader in the discussion area just now said that he liked the two books I wrote, but he didn't dare to spend money to read them. Speaking of Qidian, I am addicted to practicing the Sunflower Book, and I always castrate myself for fear that it will disappear as I look at it.

I don't want to say anything anymore, what else can I say?

Nowadays, online writers who write lyrics are like those who sing under the bridge. If they sing well, the audience will only hold one person in the audience. If one of them really asks for rewards, one of them will be considered a burning incense. If you can't sing well, people will spit on you and say that what you sing is dirty and your eyes won't let you lose money. My book is more than 23,000 yuan, and it is only 1,600 yuan. This is the best explanation.

Of course, this is not the most depressing thing. Every now and then, I will take care of it. I will say that if you are not surnamed Zhao, it must be banned. The street office and the community will be beaten up again. If you have any trouble, you will sing and sing, you must promote the righteousness and sing about the motherland's love for peace, otherwise it will be vulgar culture...

You guys say, is it easy for me? Until now, my throat is inflamed and I feel drowsy. I just want to read books to those brothers who subscribe to genuine editions and read books. I sprayed stomatitis with an ice pack and applied it to my forehead. I still coded until after two o'clock...

You don’t let me down, I don’t let you down. If you give me money to subscribe, we man must write it well, right?
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