On the west side of the school field, against the wall, there is a human-shaped wooden target, and nine small balls are installed on each wooden target, which represent the eyes, mouth, throat, left and right chest, abdomen, lower abdomen, and lower yin.

Each flag shares a wooden target and is lining up to practice their marksmanship. Trained soldiers need to attack the wooden target from 20 paces away and stab one of the nine balls in order to pass the training.

In view of the fact that the number of guns is too small, the gunpowder is insufficient, and the bow and arrow are too difficult to practice, almost all recruits choose spears as weapons for assessment, and the usual weapon training is mainly spears. In the eyes of many recruits, isn't it just a sprint to stab the ball on the wooden target? What's so hard about it!

Only some of the original family members who served as officers at all levels chose the fire gun, after all, these family members have trained the fire gun for a period of time, and then they are generally a few years younger than these recruits, and they are already very reluctant to serve as officers, if they lose in the spear assessment, it will seriously affect their prestige, so Chen Yue suggested that they all assess the fire gun, and the usual training is mainly based on the fire gun. After all, it will be the world of hot weapons in the future, and if possible, Chen Yue's subordinates will be dominated by firecrackers.

"Next, Xu Qingtian!" After a recruit sprinted, the small flag officer Zhang Long shouted that the next recruit would come out of the ranks.

"Here!" The recruit Xu Qingtian agreed, and was about to run out with a spear, when he suddenly felt a trip under his feet, and his body lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Hee-hee, haha......" A burst of suppressed laughter immediately sounded behind him.

"Look at his stupid appearance, he still wants to be a daring warrior, it's really a horse who doesn't know how long his face is!" A voice came.

"Yes, he has been clumsy since he was a child, he can't even farm well, and his body is weak, so he is not a soldier at all, but Brother Meng, you are strong and strong, and you have been good at fighting since you were a child, if you say who will become a warrior in a month, you will definitely be Brother Meng." Another voice rang out.

Xu Qingtian knew that it was his cousin Wang Meng and others laughing at him. 's father is the son-in-law of the Wang family, and he has suffered from the ridicule of others since he was a child. Xu Qingtian is unwilling to accept it, and has often fought with his cousin Wang Meng since he was a child, but his body is far less strong than Wang Meng, and he has always been beaten.

Since the death of his mother, although the father and son have not been swept away by the Wang family, their status is inferior to that of the next people. This time, I heard that the inspector was going to recruit new soldiers, and only those who had brothers who were not married, Xu Qingtian gritted his teeth and came to join the army, just for the five acres of land that the inspector promised that he did not need to pay field rent. With those five acres of land, my father and younger brother can move out of the Wang family and live independently!

When he heard Chen Yue announce that the soldiers were divided into three classes, and the first-class daring soldiers actually had a tall salary of one or two and a half yuan per month, Xu Qingtian swore that he must reach the first class, and with that salary of five taels a month, his family would live a very nourishing life.

Unexpectedly, Wang Meng also joined the army, and he also got a small flag with himself, and he was against himself everywhere.

Got up, glared at Wang Meng hatefully, touched the snowflakes on his face, Xu Qingtian got up and came to the sprint line.

"Sprint towards that wooden target, don't stop halfway, run fast, shoot hard, go!" Sympathetically glanced at Xu Qingtian, who was covered in snow slag, and Zhang Long commanded softly.

"Yes!" Xu Qingtian agreed, and ran towards the wooden target twenty paces away with his spear.

After running a few steps, Xu Qingtian felt a pain in his abdomen and chest, but the little flag officer's instructions were still in his ears, and he didn't dare to slow down, so he could only grit his teeth and run quickly, but his arms holding the spear couldn't help but tremble.

"Yikes!" When he ran to the wooden target, Xu Qingtian shouted, holding the spear without a gun head and stabbing it hard, aiming at the belly of the wooden target, but somehow the gun head deviated a lot, and slid past the target.

"No!" The soldier on duty in front of the wooden target shook the small flag in his hand and shouted loudly.

"I'll just say it, he still wants to be a soldier like that, it's really a shame for our Xishan Town." When he dragged the spear back in frustration, his ears were filled with the sarcastic taunts of his cousin Wang.

"Look at me!" After his turn, Wang Meng confidently lifted the wooden gun and walked to the line.

God bless him for not being able to stab, Xu Qingtian secretly prayed in his heart.

"Stabbed!" The voice of the soldier on duty came from afar, and after a while, Wang Meng walked back triumphantly, smiling contemptuously at Xu Qingtian.

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When it's time for dinner, all the meals are divided into two classes, the first class has steamed buns and vegetables, and there is fragrant millet porridge, which is only for those who perform well in the afternoon training. The second-class food is only the nest of cornmeal, swallowed with shredded pickles, there is no soup, some are just a bowl of boiling water, and all those who do not perform well during training can only eat this meal.

In order to improve the effect of training, Chen Yue and the people in the inspection department tried their best.

Bowing his head and chewing on the rough and hard nest head, the laughter of the soldiers who had behaved well was faintly heard in his ears, and all the soldiers who ate second-class food were silent, and they didn't know what it was like in their hearts.

Swallowing the nest head with difficulty, Xu Qingtian swore in his heart that he must train hard and never let that hateful Wang Meng see jokes again.

After dinner, the soldiers who had trained for a day washed their feet and climbed into bed to rest. Xu Qingtian took the wooden gun used for training and walked to the school field silently alone.

The snow had stopped for a few days, the round moon hung high in the sky, and the bright moonlight poured down, reflecting the white snow, illuminating the earth at night as if it were day.

Standing behind the starting line, looking at the wooden target faintly thirty steps away, Xu Qingtian took a light breath and began to jog slowly, running faster and faster, and when he rushed to the wooden target, his speed had reached the limit.

"Yikes!" With a roar, the spear brush stabbed out, forcibly stopping the running. I saw that the wooden target shook for a few moments and then regained its calm.

Looking through the moonlight, I saw a small white mark next to the wooden ball on the left chest of the wooden target.

"Still haven't been stabbed!" Xu Qingtian sighed and slowly walked back to the starting line with a spear.

After thinking for a while, recalling the essentials of the gun explained by the instructor and the little flag officer, he slowly raised his head, raised his spear, and his eyes were full of determination.

With a roar in his heart, he moved his legs and ran towards the wooden target again. Under the bright moonlight, a lonely figure is running tirelessly and stabbing again and again.

Chen Yue walked out of the bedroom, checked a few sentry posts, walked to the school field, and couldn't help but smile when he looked at the tireless figure in the moonlight.