Chapter 9: First Training
Looking at the three platoon leaders coming back with shocked expressions!
Zhou Xiaoshan yelled at the soldier lying on the ground!
"Shooting at a distance of 200 meters is not difficult. If you can hit the target with one of your two shots, I will let you shoot with the new rifle. If anyone hits the seventh ring or above with the new rifle, I will treat you to meat tonight!"
Whether they were lying on the ground or standing in the back row waiting, everyone cheered!
Zhou Xiaoshan smiled and shook his head. People of this generation are so cute. They are so happy after eating meat that even their parents don’t recognize them!
After a burst of random gunfire, in less than half an hour, each member of the company had fired two shots and the shooting was over!
Zhou Xiaoshan was very disappointed. As long as one of the two bullets hit the target, he would be able to hit the mark. There were only eight such simple requirements. There were only two people who could hit the mark with five rings or above with two bullets and get meat: Zhao Zhuzi and Feng Mingliang!
Nearly three hundred bullets missed the target!
You are wasting money!
In a rage, Zhou Xiaoshan started an hour-long gun training!
There was a bullet shell on the barrel of each man's gun, forming a straight line with the three points, and they were staring at the target intently . If they were distracted for a moment, the bullet shell would fall off the barrel, and the whips in the hands of the three platoon leaders would come down!
Two small boats came over on the Longxi River, and it was obvious that Battalion Commander Chu was coming!
He hurriedly took four lieutenants and ran over to pick up the boat and bring it ashore!
"The 3rd Company of the 66th Division Guard Battalion is currently training with our guns. Please give us your instructions, Commander!"
Zhou Xiaoshan’s military salute was very standard; the guard battalion had never had this way of greeting superiors!
Chu Tianshu was stunned and took a long time to return the gift!
"Captain Zhou, have you finished your shooting and bombing tests?"
"I haven't even managed to drop the bomb yet, and I'm only halfway to getting the shooting result. I got so angry that I started training with a gun!"
What the hell is this gun-holding training? In the morning, Chu Tianshu saw soldiers squatting on the ground with guns in their hands from a distance!
"Does it work if you train with a gun and put a bullet on it?"
"This is slow, but at least it gives me some comfort. I'm afraid it will take a month or two to see the effect!"
"Perseverance will produce results!"
After walking around the soldiers holding guns, Chu Tianshu understood the key to this training. It was mainly the stability of the wrist. At the moment of firing the ammunition, the arm holding the gun tightly would not be disturbed by the recoil, thus ensuring the accuracy of shooting!
"I see the target is this far away, you guys are shooting at 150 meters?"
“Two hundred meters!”
Before Zhou Xiaoshan could reply, Liao Chengbing answered first!
"Two hundred meters, Xiaoshan, you are too ambitious. How many people will hit the target?"
A hearty laugh rang out from the crowd. Chu Tianshu felt that it was understandable that Zhou Xiaoshan had no experience in leading troops!
The company commander of the first company, Liu Feng, and the company commander of the second company, Zhao Ziming, who followed along, also looked at Zhou Xiaoshan with a bit of contempt!
The clerk borrowed from the armory handed in the shooting results!
"Oh, there's another guy who hit the target with two bullets and got a nine-ring with a new Mauser. This Feng Mingliang is considered a sharpshooter! Call him out so I can see him."
The battalion commander gave the order, and Feng Mingliang, who was given the privilege of supervising a group of soldiers, came happily to meet his superior!
"How about a 200-meter target competition with me?"
Feng Mingliang is a short man. In the group of the Third Guard Company, he is the second shortest person, less than 1.65 meters tall. He used to be a hunter living near the mountains!
Zhou Xiaoshan felt that sharpshooters were fed by bullets. His stimulation posture was far inferior to Zhao Zhuzi's standard. What's more, Zhuzi was born a farmer and had fired no more than thirty bullets, so he had greater potential!
"If the commander gives me face, I will definitely take it. But I dare to call myself a sharpshooter. If the commander is as good as the company commander, I won't embarrass myself!"
Feng Mingliang is a veteran, having experienced more than a dozen battlefields. The guard battalion has a very positive atmosphere and is his favorite company. Especially the trick Zhou Xiaoshan revealed just now shocked the entire company!
"The Lianzuo, that Lianzuo?"
Chu Tianshu was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately and stared at Zhou Xiaoshan with his eyes!
"Captain Chu, Captain Zhou missed a trick just now. Two of the three bullets from the Sichuan rifles hit the twelve rings, but one of the new rifles hit the bull's eye!"
The clerk of the Ordnance Department did not have as many concerns as them, and showed off to Chu Tianshu with a smile!
How can it be!
Two hundred meters, ten rings with one shot!
With a buzz, all the officers he brought with him were shocked!
They were all whispering to each other, with the same expressions as the three platoon leaders at the beginning: You are lying!
Is this a collusion with the target reporter?
Just fool the soldiers!
"Interesting, how many new Mausers did you bring out?"
“Two!”
"That's enough. Captain Liu of the First Company, go help us report the target. Xiaoshan and I will have a fight!"
The soldier with the gun was still squatting, and Chu Tianshu gave Zhou Xiaoshan three bullets!
After three shots, he regretted it!
He has never even touched the 200-meter target!
One shot hit five rings, one shot hit three rings, and one shot actually missed the target!
Liu Feng placed two targets in front of the two men. There were three bullet holes on the red heart of Zhou Xiaoshan's target, as if he had been slapped hard in the face!
"Sure, kid, you've managed to fit me in without showing off!"
Chu Tianshu is in his thirties and has been in the 66th Division for seven or eight years!
The 66th Division is full of sharpshooters. With Zhou Xiaoshan's performance, even Brigade Commander Qin, who is ranked first in shooting in the division, feels inferior to him!
"Hitting a stationary target doesn't count. If it were on a battlefield, the battalion commander would have killed more enemies than I did!"
The two company commanders of the first and second companies were speechless as they watched this bastard spouting nonsense yet appearing to be sincere, the shameless embodiment of the Buddhist master's throne!
But Chu Tianshu feels comfortable listening to it!
"You guys should practice shooting too. You might not even be as good as me!"
Sure enough, there is no worst, only the worst!
After a few off-target results were reported, Chu Tianshu felt that today was a bright and sunny day!
Especially watching the soldiers training with guns, they had never played like this before. The bullets fell several times and they were even whipped!
"Xiaoshan, have you ever practiced like this?"
Although Zhou Xiaoshan has never practiced it in this life, he has practiced it in his previous life!
He nodded!
"How long at a time?"
"One hour!"
"How long has it been since it started?"
Zhou Xiaoshan looked at the deputy company commander!
"Forty-seven minutes!"
Chu Tianshu saw three platoon leaders cleaning the throwing field and placing the basketball hoops, looking at Zhou Xiaoshan curiously!
"My hands are shaking so badly during the shooting training. If I do the throwing test right away, it will affect my throwing accuracy!"
"It's okay. Each person has five shots. Only those who make the shot in the basket will have a chance to take the second round! Besides, the enemy on the battlefield doesn't care whether you are tired or not!"
"Your starting line is about 40 meters away from the basket!"
"The camp seat is amazing, I can tell at a glance that it is indeed forty meters!"
A distance of forty meters, for the People's Liberation Army of later generations, was just a good result, a little more than the passing mark of thirty-five meters. However, accurately hitting the basket was not something that could be mastered by a good master!
At least an excellent result of over 45 meters is required, plus accuracy!
Even if one or two people hit one of their five grenades, Zhou Xiaoshan would feel that the Third Company was very lucky!
Zhou Xiaoshan was afraid of pulling the wound on his back, so he didn't dare to demonstrate the bomb throwing technique! The result was just as he had expected!
There was only one person in the entire regiment who hit the target twice out of five shots and threw the grenade into the basket!
The soldier's name is Luo Liang. He is tall and is said to be among the best in the company in terms of assassination and fighting skills!
