As soon as Yi Wei held the gun, her heart was heavy, and she learned the gun very seriously. Because the scene in that dream has been haunting her mind, remembering that in the dream she waved a copper golden gun in a disorderly manner, without any lethality at all, that strong sense of helplessness forced her to work the study and practice of marksmanship. The commander who taught marksmanship is known as the "cold-faced silver gun" Lai Zhande, this person is cold, people should not approach, the body of the gun is silver, the head of the gun is cast of cold iron, known as the "flying god silver spear" war gun, Lai Zhande teaches marksmanship will speak, although there are few words, but you can do the trick of marksmanship. And Yi Wei is not satisfied, although the "cold face silver gun" is exquisite, what he teaches is also a few sets of marksmanship suitable for battlefield combat that he has carefully studied all year round, but these sets of guns must be extremely simple marksmanship, which can only be used to lay the foundation for all soldiers.

A "snap" interrupted Yi Wei's thoughts, and when he looked back, the recruit Wu was lying on the ground, and the gun was thrown out two meters away.

With a wave of his hand, several soldiers in the 7779 platoon carried the fog lying on the ground towards the barracks.

The fog didn't have the strength to struggle, and his first day of training was carried back! Lying on the couch in the barracks, I couldn't stop it, and tears flowed down my face.

Yi Wei kept holding her chest and cried silently in the fog, and as long as she stood there, the fog cried for as long as she stood.

Raising his eyebrows, Yi Wei began to be displeased.

"I don't know what the reason is why you are so stubborn, Mr. Zhuge didn't mention anything, so I guess you must have something on your back, but I want you to know that no one is born strong, and there is no burden that can be removed in a day, if you are carrying something very heavy, we can divide it into several parts, and when you become stronger and stronger, it will be easy to make its heaviness easier, but with your current weakness, if you use all your energy to toss, you can only let it crush you."

The fog remained silent, his eyes open, and tears flowed from his eyes.

"The army is indeed a good place to hone people, but if you want to have a strong physique, extraordinary skills, it is by no means an overnight rush, you enter the seven-seven-seven-nine platoon, our whole platoon will take you as a brother, together with you strong, maybe a month or two will not have any effect, but I don't believe that you will be carried in every day, when one day you no longer lie on the ground, you begin to have the power to turn the situation around, if your burden is really too heavy, a year, two years and ten years can not be unloaded, Together, we can try to help you as much as we can, but if you don't think you're a self-defeating gentleman, then put away your tears, the Jade Commander once told us that the grief and indignation of a warrior should be shed with hot blood, not by the tears of cowardice. Hopefully this is the last time you'll shed a tear! ”

Looking at the back of the departing ten-commander, the fog stopped the tears, and in this life, his tears ended here.

Before dawn, the morning horn was not sounded, and the 7779 platoon crawled up in the dark, and the tiger was ready to rely on it like this, Yi Wei slapped his ass fiercely, and said viciously: "If you don't get up and don't recognize you as a brother, everyone will not care about you if you die or live in the future!" ”

Pouting, extremely unhappy, Rolling Tiger got up with half-squinted eyes, saw him grinding, grabbed him with annoyance, and dragged him out of the barracks.

The training ground was pitch black and empty. It's winter, as soon as I get out of the barracks, I feel a chill coming, and the drowsiness of the rolling tiger is also invaded by this chill, and most of the people who have woken up, the thinly dressed soldier rubbed his arms, and as soon as he entered the field, he spread his legs and ran, the fog bit his lip, although everyone didn't say it, he understood that this was the first morning run of the 7779 platoon, and he reported the morning run that started the next day, needless to say, he understood that this was everyone's support and help to him.

No one deliberately paid attention to him, nor did he particularly show concern, and a few grunts of the rolling tiger attracted the "love" of the whole platoon on the back of his head.

Misty smiled slightly, he smiled for the first time in months, regardless of what he would become, but the Detian Legion made him feel that this world was not so bad.

In the first lap of the run, Yi Wei found that the field was not really empty so early, there was a runway on the left side of the field with two rows of poplars, although the sky was very dark, but Yi Wei found the silver gun, behind the shadow of the tree, the silver light was waved like a swimming dragon, like flowing water, the gun was windy, and the air ran through a hundred meters, and the poplar leaves that fell all over the ground filled the aura of the gun with the dancing of the silver gun.

The other soldiers were still jogging, Yi Wei stopped, secretly walked towards the poplar road, quietly hid behind the poplar tree, quietly watched the marksmanship practiced by Lai Zhande, and silently wrote down every move of this set of marksmanship.

She knew that it was immoral to steal a teacher like this, but she knew that if she walked out of the back of the poplar tree, she would definitely incur Lai Zhande's rejection, and it would not be possible for her to have the opportunity to see the "cold face silver gun" in her morning practice again.

Narrowing her eyelashes, she privately found the "cold-faced silver gun" three times in half a month and asked to teach more refined marksmanship, three times, but no result, that is, she was not agreed, because the "cold-faced silver gun" did not say a word to him, no matter how sincere she was, and no matter how she swore by her, the "cold-faced silver gun" always caressed or wiped his silver gun, and never said a word or looked at her from beginning to end.

It turns out that this is called "cold noodles", no matter who it is, they will refuse people thousands of miles away, and no one can walk into his sight except for guns.

Lai Zhande immersed all his mind in the dance of marksmanship, and was unaware of the fact that someone stole the teacher, a complete set of marksmanship dance was completed, the sky was already slightly bright, and he found that there were soldiers on the field in the morning, Lai Zhande put away the gun, wiped his sweat and left the poplar road.

"You're lazy alone!" Yi Wei after the poplar tree was discovered, he screamed violently, and slapped the back of Yi Wei's head, Yi Wei was nervous, looked in the direction of Lai Zhande's departure, and found that Lai Zhande did not look back, he should not have heard it, so he put his mind at ease, turned around and patted the door of Rolling Tiger's head, "Who said that you are lazy?" Do you want us to run a dozen laps together? ”

"I've run ten laps." Rolling Tiger opened his mouth, licked his somewhat dry lips, and ran a dozen laps, he must not die of exhaustion? No longer cared about Yi Wei's laziness, and ran away without further words. Towards the rolling tiger who ran away, he snorted with a big "hum", a small sample, easy to deal with.

Looking back, he was shocked in his heart, Lai Zhande, who had already walked away, stood in the distance and looked at her, touched the back of his head, and jogged away with Wei pretending to be fine.

It's a long distance, it's dark, it's okay, it's okay.

That day, she practiced the marksmanship she stole into, some of the movements were very difficult, she couldn't do it well anyway, and there were some places whether they were stabbing or swinging, or advancing or retreating, she couldn't remember clearly, piecing it together, the whole set of marksmanship was completely out of shape, Yi Wei also obviously felt that the obvious power of his dance was greatly reduced, no, there was no power at all, a few more times, and the whole set of actions could not be played smoothly, it seems that there must be a memory error in the middle or the action is not in place, pursed his lips, I don't know if I can see the "cold face silver gun" tomorrow Morning workouts.

On that day, Lai Zhande taught marksmanship that was more sophisticated than half a month ago, and it was not difficult, and if he practiced it, he could also be mastered by all the soldiers of the whole army.

After the whole set of marksmanship of the battle was taught, all the soldiers thought that they could start to practice in separate fields, who knew that the "cold-faced silver gun", which had never said much, began to introduce the characteristics of the gun, the gun holding method during several difficult actions, the decomposition footwork and body shape transfer change skills of some movements, and as soon as they finished speaking, they stopped talking and disbanded the assembly. The whole army is a little incomprehensible, and it would not be better to teach these things at the beginning of the exercises? However, it may be that considering that the soldier has not yet reached the level of flexible use of guns, he deliberately put it to the end to teach.

Yi Wei was secretly glad that no matter whether she taught first or later, she learned the essence of marksmanship she needed from these guns that were regarded as useless by other soldiers, and it turned out that her jerky movements were because of the wrong grip of the gun, or inaccurate footwork, and the inflexibility of her body, which she had to overcome first

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