Chapter 227 Uncle's Change
Qi Zhijun was speechless. He reached out and grabbed the remaining food from He Shu and stuffed it into his mouth in a few bites.
To be honest, it might be because the soldiers he led were carefully selected, and physical fitness was a basic requirement.
Therefore, he had never seen anyone as bad as He Shu, who couldn't even eat a few bites of food.
"If you don't want to eat, leave."
Qi Zhijun called He Shu and left the cafeteria.
He Shu was still a little worried: "Uncle, is it okay for them to eat so much?"
He Shu knew that training was hard and very physically demanding, but it was morning now. If he ate like this, would he still be able to move after eating? Aren't you afraid of bursting your stomach?
"Don't worry about them, they are just starving ghosts who have been reincarnated."
He Shu pursed his lips and said nothing more. It seemed that his uncle immediately turned sharp-tongued as soon as he arrived at the military camp.
Qi Zhijun took He Shu through the barracks area, got on an open jeep, drove him out of the camp, then went around a wall and came to another site.
When He Shu saw the rows of targets standing in the distance, he knew what this place was for.
Sure enough, the uncle took He Shu to pick out a rifle and a pistol, put on protective gear for him, and then went to the shooting range.
"Today I will teach you how to shoot . Let's start with a pistol. Watch me and see how I do it."
My uncle took out the magazine, unloaded the bullets, put them back in, and then asked He Shu to wear earmuffs before loading the gun and firing several shots at the distance.
"Come on, try it."
Qi Zhijun adjusted the target to a distance of thirty meters and asked He Shu to shoot.
He Shu imitated his uncle and reloaded the bullet, but his hand was a little trembling when he raised the gun. His uncle supported his arm from behind, taught him how to aim, and then pulled the trigger.
The shooting is not accurate, but it is very enjoyable.
The gunshot was clearly audible even with earmuffs on, and if my uncle hadn't been supporting me from behind at the moment the bullet was fired,
The recoil might even cause He Shu to drop the gun.
After trying it once, Qi Zhijun stopped teaching him step by step. He gave him twenty bullets and asked him to shoot them all.
After firing twenty rounds, He Shu felt his hands were numb, and his uncle brought another rifle.
This rifle is similar to the one they used to practice aiming during military training. The uncle demonstrated it first and then taught He Shu step by step.
The recoil of a rifle is much greater than that of a pistol, but under the guidance of his uncle, He Shu's posture and use of strength were proper, so he did not make any mistakes.
But it is certain that I can't hit it accurately, and some of them have gone astray.
He Shu spent the entire morning shooting. When he and his uncle returned to the barracks, he felt like half of his shoulder was broken.
But I felt a very smooth feeling in my heart, as if the gunshots had dispelled the depression I had been feeling for these days.
On the way back to the barracks area, He Shu saw two teams of about forty to fifty people, fully armed, each carrying a large black box and running along the dirt road outside the wall towards the shooting range.
From their expressions, you can tell that the box must be very heavy.
When passing by the playground, I saw some people pulling on the horizontal bar and crawling through the iron net. There was also a group of people standing there as if they were frozen in place, unable to move.
"There are still two hours from now until noon. During these two hours, you can do whatever you want, such as running or practicing sports. Just don't affect or disturb others."
After saying that, Qi Zhijun left. He Shu looked in the direction he was going, which was the green barracks that looked like a field of green plants from a distance.
His uncle allowed him to move freely, but He Shu saw that almost all the playground equipment were occupied.
He jogged around the playground, watching others train.
He doesn't run fast. His physical fitness has declined significantly recently, and he knows it.
So I didn't force myself to run a certain number of laps, and decided to just get my body moving first.
However, after he ran a few laps and took a slow walk to rest, he found that the people before him were still repeating the same actions.
The person doing the horizontal bar is always the same person, the people drilling through the iron net are always the same few people, and the people standing still are still the same people.
He Shu almost thought he was hallucinating, but after looking carefully, he found some differences.
These people's faces were covered with sweat, but no one slowed down or wavered, and they still persisted with determination.
Throughout the entire playground, everyone seemed to be trying to squeeze out every last bit of their strength before giving up. He Shu was shocked when he saw this.
He stopped unconsciously and stood aside, his mind flashing back to the scene in the cafeteria that morning when those people desperately stuffed food into their mouths.
With this kind of physical exertion, you won’t be able to hold on unless you eat more.
Compared with these people, the previous military training was like playing.
He Shu was somewhat infected and continued running.
No one here looked at him, wondering why such a thin young man came and ran around alone.
Everyone is constantly challenging their limits in order to go further.
Such an atmosphere will make people join in consciously without being urged by others.
He Shu found that he kind of liked this place...
After finishing the morning training, we lined up and returned to the barracks to rest, then take a shower and have lunch.
Maybe it was because they trained too hard in the morning, but He Shu noticed that they ate much more politely than in the morning.
Since his uncle didn't bring him this time, He Shu took his own plate and followed the soldiers. He got some food and found an empty seat to eat.
He Shu sat among these people, and the contrast was quite obvious.
He was so pale that he almost lost all color, with only a few dark circles around his eyes, while the skin of the soldiers sitting at the same table was several shades darker than his.
The skin on their faces and hands is as rough as it is on the hands, which shows how hard their training is on a daily basis.
After lunch, there was an hour's break. He Shu couldn't find his uncle, so he went back to where he lived last night and took a nap.
Faintly, he heard a few horn sounds, but this time he did not wake up, but slept more peacefully.
In the afternoon, after Qi Zhijun gave the soldiers training tasks, he did not find He Shu.
I went back into the building and pushed the door, only to find it was locked. I took out my key and opened the door, but He Shu was still sleeping .
He Shu was awakened by the sound of the door opening. He rubbed his eyes, sat up and called out "Uncle".
Qi Zhijun wanted to say something, but when he saw He Shu's hair was curled up due to his sleep, he softened his voice.
"How do you feel about this place?"
"Uncle, are you usually here?"
Qi Zhijun nodded, walked to the bed, pulled a stool and sat down, looking out the window: "Yes, train those bastards ."
"So you brought me here so that I can participate in the training as well?"
If it were in the past, Qi Zhijun might have said yes, or not even discussed it with He Shu and let him join directly.
But since He Shu's imprisonment, his thoughts have gradually changed.
Not everyone is suitable for joining the army. Qi Zhijun is very clear that even if He Shu wants to enter this system in the future, he is not suitable for special forces.
Now Zhou Zhensheng has given He Shu an identity, and he will do some logistical work in Guoan in the future, which can be regarded as defending the country.
Qi Zhijun had figured it out and was no longer so harsh towards He Shu.
"Proper exercise will be good for your health, but the training here is not suitable for you. I mainly brought you here to feel the atmosphere."
"I know you're feeling stressed. My uncle isn't a man who talks about principles, but if I have something on my mind, I can just fire a few shots and that will make me feel better."
Qi Zhijun raised his hand and stroked He Shu's hair: "If you dare, your uncle will take you to set off fireworks and go skydiving in the next few days to experience the excitement. By then, nothing will be a big deal."
