Chapter 61 Zhao Gang's Strength
Li Yunlong was still holding the letter sent by the monk and complaining: "You are a scholar, you are a pen player, and you are asked to teach the students to practice shooting, especially long-range shooting?
He also said that if within three months, not one-tenth of these 500-plus students can become 400m accurate long-range shooters, you will be dismissed from your position as vice-president if you fail in your duty.
This scholar is making things too difficult for you, Zhao Gang. You are just a pale-faced scholar who is good at writing, but now he asks you to teach people how to shoot a gun, and to be a 400m accurate long-range shooter.
400m, I can’t even see the target clearly, how can I shoot?
I think he just wants to make things difficult for you and remove you as vice-president."
Then he licked his face and smiled: "Hehehe! Lao Zhao, let's have a deal!"
Zhao Gang took the letter back from him and read it again: "What are you planning to do?"
Li Yunlong chuckled twice: "What do you mean by coming up with some weird ideas?
Look!
Anyway, this vice-principal was fired three months later.
How about giving half of the training bullets that the scholars allocated to the school to the independent regiment! "
Zhao Gang ignored him as soon as he heard it. He read the letter carefully and then sighed: "This Chen Xiao is terrible!"
Li Yunlong was about to persuade Zhao Gang again when he was stunned for a moment, only to see Zhao Gang stand up and say again: "Chen Xiao knows me better than you, Old Li!"
After saying that, he picked up his belt and walked out.
What does it mean?
Li Yunlong suddenly understood. What Lao Zhao meant was that he had the ability to teach the soldiers to really practice 400m accurate shooting?
Does he really have this ability?
Thinking of this, Li Yunlong involuntarily followed Zhao Gang out of the regiment headquarters, turned a short distance and entered the gate of the newly built Northwest Shanxi Scouting Agricultural Science School.
"Hello, Chief!" The sentry at the door saluted.
Zhao Gang and Lao Li returned the greeting and walked in. Li Yunlong was wondering where Zhao Gang was taking him, but he saw him walking straight towards the shooting training ground.
There came the sound of gunfire from the actual combat training that he envied so much.
Outside the shooting training ground is the running training ground, but now no one is running, instead everyone is holding guns.
It is the kind of gun training in later generations. A formal rifle is used, and a rope is hooked at the muzzle of the rifle, with a brick tied to the rope. The gun training lasts for an hour. Only those who can persist are qualified to enter the shooting training range for live-fire training.
This was the solution Zhao Gang came up with. Otherwise, he really felt sorry for the bullets. He was also distressed by the daily consumption of live-ammunition training at the beginning.
However, after going on several ammunition-grabbing missions with Liu Qiang and his 50 men, and seeing what kind of power it would be if the entire army was composed of sharpshooters, he understood the significance of this high-intensity live-fire training.
Liu Qiang and his colleagues also witnessed Zhao Gang's marksmanship during these missions, and they were full of admiration for him. They thought that he was worthy of being the person valued by the principal and was specifically called to be the vice-principal.
But Li Yunlong didn't know all this. He still thought that Zhao Gang was just a pale-faced scholar.
"Hello, Chief!"
There are also sentries at the actual shooting training range, both visible and hidden, all holding German submachine guns that make Lao Li jealous.
"Hello, Vice Principal! Hello, old group leader!" Liu Qiang came over from a distance and saluted.
After Zhao Gang and Li Yunlong returned the greeting, Zhao Gang asked seriously, "It has been such a long time. We have trained the personnel sent by various units for some time. How do you observe their military qualities?"
Liu Qiang quickly took out a small notebook from his pocket and said, "Vice President, there are indeed dozens of people whose military quality is a bit poor. I have trained them with special emphasis, but the results are not very satisfactory.
These sixty-plus people are the worst and their training results are improving the slowest.
Whether it is live-fire shooting, gun training, physical training , obstacle running or climbing training, or stealth training.
The performance of these more than 60 people has improved very slowly, almost without any improvement. "
"Um!"
Zhao Gang nodded: "What is your suggestion?"
Liu Qiang snapped to attention and said, "My suggestion is to send them back to their original units and let them select new personnel to fill the vacancies."
Zhao Gang looked at him seriously and said, “You know, many of them were sent here because of their meritorious service, and they received better training.
It's a humiliation for them to just send them back like this!"
Li Yunlong admired Zhao Gang at this moment. He wanted to say this just now. Suddenly he felt that this political commissar who had been in office for less than three months was not completely useless.
Liu Qiang still insisted on his point of view: "Reporting to the vice president, the principal once said that fighting a war is not like treating people to a meal, and there is no room for human feelings.
The reason why we scouts train so hard is to enable ourselves to survive in the most difficult environments and to better fight the Japanese.
These 60-odd people were sent here perhaps because they had made contributions in the past .
But if they can’t keep up with the training, we can’t keep them just because they have made a contribution.
Once on the battlefield, if they cannot adapt to the combat environment of scouts, they will be killed by themselves and their teammates will also be killed by them.
So, my suggestion is to send them back to their original units and select new personnel to be sent here.”
Zhao Gang stared at him for almost half a minute, but Liu Qiang still persisted.
Zhao Gang sighed, took out a pen, and wrote a few words under the list in the small notebook: "I agree to return to my original unit."
Military training is decided by Liu Qiang and Fang Dafu, and he has no right to interfere. However, starting from today, he has the right to interfere with the soldiers' precision shooting exercises at a distance of 400 meters.
"Give me two guns and two targets." Zhao Gang's interest was affected.
Li Yunlong also wanted to see if there were any soldiers from his independent regiment among the soldiers who were sent back.
If there was, he would definitely be asked to run 10 kilometers of mountain road fully armed when he returned.
"Yes!" Then Liu Qiang trotted to make arrangements.
Arriving at the shooting position, Liu Qiang asked Zhao Gang and Li Yunlong: "Two leaders, at what distance are we shooting?"
Li Yunlong asked: "What are the target distances?"
"Old Captain, we have fixed targets of 100m, 200m, and 300m, and movable targets of 100m and 200m.
What projects do you guys need to play?"
Before Li Yunlong could say anything, Zhao Gang said, "Put up all the targets, and then add a fixed target at 400m and 500m!"
"Yes!" Liu Qiang was surprised. 400m, 500m, he had never seen the vice-principal shoot such a long distance.
Although the vice-principal is a good shooter, 400m or 500m is too far!
Even if the leader has spoken, what else can you say? Just make arrangements!
"Old Zhao, have you ever played with a gun? The target is just a black dot at 400m or 500m. Try shooting at the 100m target first, and then shoot at the targets after that once you are good at it.
Just shoot at a distance of 100 to 200 meters, any further would be a waste of bullets!"
As a person who has experienced this, Mr. Li can't stand such wasteful behavior.
Zhao Gang smiled and said, "How about we compete?"
Li Yunlong is quite confident in his marksmanship. You say he can't compare with a sharpshooter, but how can he compare with a scholar?
Of course, the handsome scholar Xiucai doesn’t count!
"Let's compete! If you lose, you have to buy me a drink!"
Zhao Gang smiled confidently and agreed.
Then he began to check and calibrate the gun. Every move was as smooth as flowing water, and there was no sense of unfamiliarity at all.
"Vice-Principal, old group leader, the targets 400m500m away have been erected. Since there are no grooves, there are only fixed targets."
Zhao Gang raised his gun and aimed: "A fixed target is enough, 400m, 500m, even if there is a moving target, I can't hit it."
"Bang", "Bang", "Bang"
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