The distance of thirty meters is already a very close throwing point, which is undoubtedly greater than the psychological test of political discipline than others!

Masaki squinted his eyes and measured the distance, his arm did not tremble at all, and in the worried eyes of everyone, he dismantled the tail end of the wooden handle, but Fan Libo's voice sounded in his ears as if exerting pressure, "The Type 67 wooden-handled grenade uses a cast iron projectile body, with a full bullet mass of 600g, a bullet diameter of 48mm, a full bomb length of 204mm, and a main charge of 38gtnt, which can produce 70~110 fragments and a killing radius of 7m." Vertices are updated the fastest

Masaki was not disturbed by him in the slightest, and opened the fuse by himself, as if he was holding not a grenade in his hand that was enough to kill, but a cannon, "one second, two seconds", someone silently read in his heart, everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on the grenade in Masaki's hand, and even timid people couldn't help but squat on the ground.

With a second left, even Fan Libo, who was speaking, stopped speaking, and a trace of regret and vigilance flashed in his eyes, what if Zhengji made a mistake under pressure!

As soon as this idea came to his mind, a gust of wind sounded in his ears, and then he saw the grenade cut an accurate parabola in the air, and the target was blown to pieces with a "bang"!

"Oh also!" Everyone let out a long breath, and some people couldn't help but cheer, and the female students looked at the unsmiling figure of Masaki with admiration, but when they had a good impression of a person, they felt so handsome no matter what he did.

And Masaki, as if he had done a trivial thing, returned to his queue.

Fan Libo looked at Zhengji's figure in a complicated manner, and at the same time felt a little afraid of the test he had just made, and the direct consequence was that in the next other people's throwing practice, he omitted the link that stayed in his hand.

One after another, whether it is a man or a woman, whether it is scared or panicked, every student without exception is under the supervision of Fan Libo, and has conducted live-fire training, most of them are nervous after seeing the power of the grenade, their arms tremble, and even a few girls and timid boys were so frightened that they fell to the ground on the spot after throwing it, but no one laughed at them, because everyone's heart was similar just now!

"He Zirui! Next! Fan Libo looked at the man at the end of the crowd who was very low, and he didn't dare to make eye contact with him, and shouted loudly, his brows furrowed slightly, because in the entire company, he was the only one left who didn't practice.

"Report, report to the instructor, I have a stomachache!" He Zirui's gaze drifted, he didn't dare to touch Fan Libo's gaze, and said with a pale face while holding his stomach.

"Shit! Get out of here! Right now! Right away! Fan Libo, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, saw his weakness at a glance, and scolded loudly with angry eyes.

He Zirui's body shook slightly, and he reluctantly dragged the corner of his clothes to Fan Libo's side little by little, and his face was covered with beads of sweat, but he was scared of sweat before he threw it.

"Hee-hee!" Someone in the crowd let out a few laughs that were mocking.

"Look at that coward, it's really a shame for the Seventh Company", Li Xingyun stood beside Zhengji and said to Zhengji in a low voice, looking at He Zirui with undisguised contempt in his eyes.

The reason why this is the case is only because He Zirui's performance on weekdays is really not like a soldier, and he is even more timid than a girl, and even during the first shooting training, he was scared and cried.

It can almost be said that you can't practice anything, learn everything slowly, plus you are very introverted on weekdays, and almost everyone can't get along, if there is really any advantage, it is probably his cultural class, or it is not bad to describe him as a nerd, but a hundred ~ ten thousand \ small! said, without any social activities, how can such a wooden person be recognized by the comrades-in-arms of the Seventh Company, and even the instructors of various departments do not have much good impression of him.

Masaki didn't agree, just watched quietly.

He Zirui swallowed his saliva, touched a grenade with trembling hands, and quickly retracted it as if he had touched a poisonous snake, with horror in Mu Ne's eyes.

A look of annoyance flashed in Fan Libo's eyes, and he suddenly picked up a grenade from the ammunition box, grabbed He Zirui's arm and stuffed it into his hand: "Take it for Lao Tzu!" Can it eat you?! ”

He Zirui shook his hand and held the cold wooden handle, his expression was sad as if he was about to cry, which made Fan Libo upset when he saw this cowardice.

"What are you doing! Hurry up and get things done! Fan Libo slapped him on the back of the head, and urged him with hatred.

He Zirui cried with a sad face, trembling hands unscrewed the end of the wooden handle little by little, a white lead leaked out, and his left hand pulled the lead, as if he was stunned and didn't know what to do.

Fan Libo was really wiped out by the last bit of patience he had, seeing He Zirui who looked like this, this time he used practical actions to save his tongue, pulled his left hand, and pulled the lead in his hand off, "Throw it to Lao Tzu!" Rookie! ”

He Zirui's whole face instantly turned pale, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing, his hand shook, and he almost threw the grenade on the ground, which made Fan Libo's heart skip a beat, and at this moment, a second passed.

"Bastard! Throw it! Fan Libo's voice exploded in his ears, He Zirui shouted, and suddenly raised his arm and was about to throw it forward.

However, in the frightened eyes of everyone, the grenade in He Zirui's hand came out of his hand at the moment when he threw it back, and instead flew towards the students behind them, everyone's pupils shrank, and the grenade in the air spun and flew towards them as if it was a demon's mockery.

And Fan Libo, his whole face showed a look of despair, and his arm grabbed in vain in the direction of the grenade, but it was destined to be powerless.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in mid-air like an abrupt teleportation, and a whip leg full of power and indescribable charm slammed on the grenade flying in mid-air with unmistakable accuracy, like a cannonball that was hit, "whoosh", people seemed to hear the chirping of air friction, and the grenade flew towards the sky in the distance, and flew out dozens of meters in an instant!

"Bang!" With screams and a loud bang that resounded through the sky, the grenade exploded in the air with a cloud of fire, and even from this distance, people seemed to feel the shock wave and heat wave, and it was hard to imagine what the consequences would be if they exploded in the crowd! I'm afraid that most of the people present will be killed or injured!

It was only then that Masaki's body slowly landed in mid-air like a fallen leaf, and his expression did not change, as if what he had just done was an inconsequential matter.

The scene was silent, and people were immersed in the aftertaste of shock and escape from death, and they looked at Zhengji with admiration, if it wasn't for him, then they were afraid that they were no longer alive now.

"Smack!" Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and He Zirui, who was completely stunned, covered his face and fell to the ground, looking at Fan Libo who was glaring at him in front of him in horror.

Fan Libo's eyes flashed with incomparable anger, which was not the same as his usual stern anger, but outright anger! He couldn't imagine what would have happened if he hadn't had that kick from Masatsu!

Even so, his anger towards He Zirui was momentarily depressed, and finally turned into this slap and slapped him in the face.

"Instructor Fan, everyone should have a chance to be forgiven, shouldn't they?" At this time, a gentle voice sounded beside the two, and Zhengji walked to the side of the two at some point, and stretched out his palm to He Zirui on the ground.

Looking at the slender palm in front of him, the look of hope in the depths of He Zirui's eyes flashed, he bit his lip, and a trace of tears appeared in his eyes, as if the figure in his memory reappeared in front of him, and the sad past resurfaced in his heart today.

ps:A lot of readers don't know where to read my book.,Slow updates will occur when I see it in piracy.,I'm updating it every day.,Day by day.,In the genuine version.,Everyone wants to see the latest plot to see more of it~ Support me~ Today is March 26th, tomorrow is Monday, and my book group is 481804735

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