The base of Unit 128 has a range of two hundred meters. Because it is declared to be a combat unit, the investment in the shooting training range is very sloppy. The range is small and poorly equipped, with only one shooting range to shelter from the sun and rain, and if anyone is in the mood to shoot a few shots, they have to do everything from setting up the target to cleaning up the garbage.

Topless, Rohmon reclined on a recliner and lazily watched a group of recruits carry things from the truck. Benny's hat and sunglasses are the biggest difference between him and the recruits. If he hadn't been under investigation now, he wouldn't have been assigned to instruct the newcomers in their shooting training. Perhaps some of them are qualified enough to enter Unit 128.

Rohmon loves days like this. I don't have to worry about my daily training and study, I live a carefree life, and I don't have to worry about being interrogated by the investigation team on a regular basis, and there is nothing unpleasant in my life. It's this investigation team, Rohmon didn't take them to heart, if he wanted to have some fun, just two random tricks could make them anxious for a while, so far, the investigation team has been polite to him, so he has no plans to play a prank.

The new trainees fiddled with the guns in their hands, and it was obvious that some of them couldn't wait.

At this time, the sound of chickens crowing was heard from the shooting range, and several new cadets were unloading more items in another vehicle, including a cage containing dozens of chickens. The rest of the new students all looked at each other, not knowing what Romans was doing.

To simulate real-life precision shooting, it is common to use live chickens as targets. At a distance of 100 meters, the size of a chicken is equivalent to a human head, and the movement of a chicken is similar to that of a human head. These new cadets have already been able to hit stationary targets in a closed environment, and it can even be said that they have all reached the standard of Olympians, but they are still far from what is required here.

At this distance, it's much harder to hit a walking chicken with a Type 88 sniper rifle than you might think. Not only does it require a shooter to fully grasp the characteristics of the weapon in his hand, but he also needs to be able to judge the exact distance in an instant, be able to control his breathing and muscles in an instant, and improve his level by combining various trainings together for realistic simulation.

Rohm had only one requirement for new trainees, and that was to kill one with one shot, so each new trainee was only given five rounds of ammunition. Kill all 25 chickens and the day's training is over.

"That's it?" A new student asked him with a little disappointment. "Our training in the army is a little bit more difficult than that."

Novices are like that, not only eager to perform, but also full of confidence.

Rohmon waved for the others to go to the shooting pad, then looked at the new cadet and smiled.

"In that case, I can add some for you alone."

The eyes of the new cadets lit up. "Mission Guaranteed Completion! Instructor! ”

Rohmon walked to a clearing, looked around, then stretched out his finger and dipped his saliva to test the direction of the wind, measured the distance with his steps, and finally kicked with his boots in the chosen place. The new student was confused, and he didn't know what he was doing. Rohmon told him to go to his car and bring a wooden box.

The new cadet hurried back with the suitcase, and Rohmon took a military shovel from the box and handed it to him, telling him to set up a simple marching stove in place as fast as he could, and then boil a pot of boiling water. The new cadet looked at him in surprise, not knowing what to say.

"We've got to practice here for a day. In my experience, it's important to make your surroundings more comfortable at this time. Rohmon tucked a pair of gloves into the new student's hand and patted him gently on the shoulder. Don't worry, what you have is time to splurge on ammo. ”

Gunfire rang out on the target track.

Sitting on a recliner, Rohmon observes the chickens on the target path with a telescope. The situation was similar to what he expected, not every bullet hit the target, and looking at the chicken feathers flying in the air, he knew that some bullets just grazed the muddy chickens. Even if only one bullet misses the target, it is considered unqualified in this base. It is important to know that in the vast majority of cases, the people who go out from here perform tasks with only one chance to shoot.

Rohmon put down his binoculars and frowned in deep thought, considering how to change the minds of the new students. He had never been an instructor before, and he knew that this kind of appointment was actually a disguised demotion, but he did not suffer from it or loss. Instead of being afraid all day long, it is better to do a good job every day.

The new cadets apparently did not understand Rohm's point of view about shooting. The twenty-five rounds of ammunition for five men were quickly exhausted, but there were still seven or eight chickens roaming along the path. The chicken appears to be an animal that senses potential danger but does not show it, and it rarely panics unless the danger is really within reach. The results showed that at least two bullets missed.

As a first-time trainee, new cadets may think they are doing well, but Rohm has noticed that no one has double-checked their rifle before shooting, no one has double-checked their bullets, and most importantly, no one has really paid attention to their surroundings and judged whether environmental factors have an effect on shooting. He was even sure that if the dead chickens were put together and dissected, they would find differences in the impact points.

Rohmon picked up the Type 81 rifle beside him, walked to the shooting table, and handed the binoculars to a new cadet.

He eliminated the remaining chickens in the target path at two-second intervals.

The new trainees put down their binoculars and shouted excitedly. "Fight beautifully, every shot knocked off the head of the chicken!"

None of the other new students spoke. This Type 81 rifle may be a weapon that Rohmin uses, so he may not be able to do this if he can shoot a hundred shots and change a gun, which is a problem that every student thinks of. But then again, Rohm's gun only has mechanical sights, and it is still in a standing position, and for this alone, Romon's realm is not on the same level as them.

Seeing the new students lost in thought, Rohmon was not surprised. Being able to think positively is the most basic requirement for members of the special forces, compared to which the level of shooting does not matter, or even whether you can be a sniper. The gap in technology can be caught up through a short period of hard training, but the gap in the way of thinking cannot be made up for a while.

Rohmon knew that there was no need to talk nonsense with these selected smart people. The theories that should have been taught have already been taught in the army, and the skills that should be learned have already been mastered, and now all they have to do is to set a standard there, and the new cadets themselves will think about how to achieve this standard. Thinking, constantly thinking, solving problems, any training follows such a pattern and achieves such a purpose.

He asked the students to gather the dead chickens on the ground, dig deep holes on the spot for those with blurred flesh and shape, and choose those that are still intact in boiling water to remove their hair, and then set up the grill to prepare lunch. It was the first time for the new trainees to receive such training and they happily plunged into it.

From the entrance to the range, a jeep drove up and stopped next to the shooting table. Jiang Manyun took off his white coat and walked towards Luomen.

"What barbecue party are you still in the mood to have here at this time?"

"I call this wilderness survival training, and I don't need to look at the time and mood for a training." Rohmon took off his sunglasses and stepped forward. "What wind is blowing you here?"

Jiang Manyun tucked her hair behind her ears and looked at him angrily.

"Are you under investigation now? If the outcome of the investigation is not in your favor, you will be court-martialed? ”

Rohmon was surprised. Biting his lip and getting angry, the medic now blushed and looked even more cute.

"Generally speaking, the first task of the investigation team is to prove a person's innocence, and the military court will not be so warm, there will only be a trial of one person, so you should be happy for me if the investigation team comes."

Romon's answer was not without irony, and then he looked at Jiang Manyun and smiled.

"Are you worried about me? This is unexpected good news, even more gratifying than the arrival of the investigation team. ”

Jiang Manyun gave him a roll of his eyes, and then slowly let go of his hand, letting his long hair roll in the wind in the wild like a cloud on the horizon, covering his beautiful face.

"Today, someone from the investigation team came to see the doctor, and I heard some of their conversations with the new base commander. The new commander is called ** Fly, right? I listened to what he meant, and I didn't have a good impression of you. He also said that Gao Dafei will be questioned by the investigation team this afternoon, and it seems that he thinks Gao Dafei's evidence will be very unfavorable to you. ”

"They're going to ask Gao Dafei?" Romon unconsciously asked rhetorically.

Jiang Manyun nodded and looked at Rohmon sympathetically. "I know he doesn't like you."

Rohmon put on his glasses again, and a smile crossed his lips. "What about you? Do you like me? ”

Jiang Manyun's face flushed, but this time she didn't sneer at each other. "When is this all right, are you still in the mood for a joke."

Luo Men gently held her hand, Jiang Manyun subconsciously shrank a little, but Luo Men grasped it very tightly, and she struggled twice and didn't break away.

"I'm here to invite you to taste the lifelong famous dish of Unit 128, roast chicken over an open fire. The rest will have to wait until you have eaten enough. Rohmon pulled her towards the marching stove. By the way, tell me what else you've heard. ”