The mortar-learning cadets of the 3rd Squadron stared at each other and had no idea what was going on, so much so that the veteran, who had always been known for his approachability, suddenly became furious.

"You say, did the cooking squad leader take gunpowder or what?"

"God knows, you can't do anything about him if you think the captain can't do it."

"Shouldn't we be sitting on a cold bench these days, and the cooking squad leader feels aggrieved?"

"He's in his fifth year of soldiering, do you think he will take this little thing to heart? If you want me to see it, something big is wrong! ”

"Is it that the transfer of volunteers has not been approved?"

"I don't know, don't discuss this, you bastards!"

With the food, solemn and serious, several people squatted under the tree and discussed the essentials for a long time, and they couldn't figure out where the fire of the cooking squad leader came from.

Under normal circumstances, there is no answer to something in the third district team, and in the end, it is definitely the gossip king of the squadron - Wang Dazui personally comes out.

I have to say that Wang Datong is definitely a diplomatic talent, ask Zhuang Zhuang to take a few cigarettes, this guy swayed to the side of a few soldiers in the cooking squad and squatted for a while, divided a few cigarettes, and quickly helped the students of the third squadron who were confused by the second monk to figure out the real reason for the anger of the cooking squad leader.

The reason why the cooking squad leader was angry was because of a cannonball with the wrong charge.

During a live-fire test yesterday afternoon, the artillery of a certain battalion of the 273rd Regiment used the newly issued 82 mortars to provide fire support for the attacking infantry.

Since the five gunners in charge of the charge were recruits, they had learned a lot about theory and saw a lot of training shells, but the real guy was still in his hand for the first time.

Mortar shells are fired by means of a piece of projectile cartridge wrapped around the tail of the projectile, and the charge is divided into zero, one, two, three, and four......

And so on, the greater the number, the farther the firing distance.

The artillery support on that day was very close, so after the squad leader's calculations, charge No. 1 was used.

However, due to the difference between the propellant pack of the new cannon and the old gun, the amount of charge No. 1 of the old shell is different from the amount of charge No. 1 of the new shell, the No. 1 charge pack of the new shell is a thin slice, and the old one is a thick piece.

When firing live ammunition that day, the recruit gunner nervously made a mistake with the medicine bag, and directly buckled a thick piece of the projectile medicine bag and buckled it to the tail pipe according to the old pattern.

In this way, the additional medicine pack plus the basic charge of the tail tube is equivalent to the single number pill is packed with a double number, and it is more than twice as far as the shot!

The fourth gunner, who was the re-examiner, did not find it, the third gunner, who served as the halfway passer, did not find it, and the second gunner, who was loaded, did not find it......

In any case, the "refilled" shell flew out of the barrel in a daze, crossed the exercise cordon in a daze, flew over a ravine on the top of the mountain, and finally plunged headlong into a meadow on a hillside in a daze.

What's even worse is that there are two cows raised by the common people on that meadow, and they are swimming on the hillside to eat tender grass.

"Fortunately, those are two cows, if it were two fucking civilians or comrades in charge, I would see if your artillerymen were going to poke out their own dog's eyes to thank the world!"

The next day, before the meal, the cooking squad leader was still angry, and he knocked the bucket with an iron rice spoon to ping pong, as if he wanted to go into battle himself.

Before he stayed in the team, he was the advance squad leader selected by the artillery battalion of the 273rd regiment, and after he stayed in the team, he also served as the instructor squad leader of the mortar major, so he has a deep affection for artillery.

The honest cooking squad leader went to a nearby town early in the morning to pull vegetables, and the cooking squad leaders of the other squadrons who went with him covered their mouths behind their palms and laughed, and finally couldn't help laughing.

In the end, I couldn't help but ask the leader of the cooking squad of the third squadron, and those guys imitated the action of setting off the shells with their hands and feet and the shocked expression of the artillery squad after hearing that the cow had been blown up, as if they had witnessed all the processes at the scene at that time, and they smiled and raised their eyebrows to tell the truth.

"The squad leader's face is ugly! Tie Qing bought vegetables with a green face, and then Tie Qing came back with a blue face, and when he was stir-frying, even the hot flames on the cooking car baked, his face was still Tie Qing! An eyewitness and the boss of the cooking class of the 3rd Squadron said: "Do you eat the food of the past two days, is the taste particularly strong?" You taste, you taste......"

The live-fire accident of the 273rd Regiment made the cadets of the 3rd Squadron lose their faces, and the infantry regiment to which they belong is not angry, so their faces are naturally dull.

In the last few days of the assessment exercise, when the cadets of the 1st and 2nd squadrons bragged in the trenches, there was another topic, that is, about the mortar shell that flew out of the cordon and broke into a catastrophe.

The circular trenches are not far apart, but you can't see the stacks around the corner, but you can smell the fart at one end and the other end of the fart.

One morning, Zhuang Yan was killing time in the trench with Wang Dazui Kan Dashan, and as a result, the soldiers of the second squadron on the other side of the trench were discussing the mortar misfire accident.

One of the trainees of the second squadron said in a weird way: "Hey, hey, have you heard?" My fellow countryman is in the second battalion of the 273 pattern, and he said that the head of the regiment Wei Xuefeng not only lost face in front of the headquarters assessment team that day, but also lost a lot of money when he turned around. ”

"Losing money?" The other students were immediately interested and asked, "How much did you lose?" ”

"When the 273rd Regiment set off to participate in the assessment, the town government of the garrison subsidized them with 60,000 yuan for food in order to support the army, and as a result, the battalion artillery blew up two cows with one shell, and finally paid 30,000 yuan to the people."

The crowd asked, "Are two cows that expensive?" ”

"Cattle are not so expensive, but it is said that the common people who herd cattle are squatting in the pit nearby to relieve their big hands, when the shells fall, although they did not blow up people, but the has soared to the crotch of their pants, and people are so frightened that they crawl on the they pull, this mental loss fee, or pay a lot of ......"

"Hahahahaha......" The cadet soldiers of the second squadron laughed frantically and cramped.

When the laughter came, the solemnity of this side of the car was so angry that his lungs exploded, and he gritted his teeth and wanted to scold, but he didn't know who to scold.

The cigarette butt in his hand was not clamped securely, and he fell on the other hand and burned it, but he didn't feel any pain.

Until the end of the exercise, the cadets of the Third Squadron still did not regain the high spirits they had when they came to the exercise by car, and everyone felt that they were a head shorter.

A few days later, the field pull and actual combat assessment were announced.

The teaching team was like being dragged into the field to engage in a picnic activity, the guns were not fished for, the guns were not fished out, and the guns were not fished out, and they came in high spirits and withdrew with resentment.

The brigade withdrew from the exercise area in the early morning, this time on a stuffy tank train.

Zhuang Zheng was afraid that he would hear the laughter of other squadrons in the stuffy tanker with mixed soldiers, and strongly asked to stay in the car to guard the supplies.

The cars were all on flatbed trains, fixed with sleepers and iron cables, and each car sent two soldiers with loaded guns to guard the supplies, and Zhuang Yan and Xu Xingguo happened to be in the same car.

The speed of the stuffy tanker and the flatbed truck is extremely slow, and the return is long, and in the midst of boredom, the two unconsciously talk about the upcoming graduation ceremony.