After lunch, several people in the dormitory rubbed each other's shoulders to adjust their spirits, preparing for the pistol target in the afternoon.

Xiang Xiaotian smeared safflower oil on Batur's shoulder, and seeing that his situation was the best among everyone, he couldn't help but blurt out: "Squad leader, what kind of army are you, it seems that you haven't suffered this kind of crime before!" ”

Batur: "I used to be in the machine gun company of the reconnaissance battalion, and the instructor is also a local!" ”

Xiang Xiaotian: "......"

Lin Jie: "Ah! Every time I hear about your origins, I feel inferior, I have a handjob in the afternoon, and I haven't touched the real one except for myself! ”

Ye Shaocong was shocked when he heard it: "What! You've got a pistol! It's illegal to possess a firearm! ”

Xiang Xiaotian sneered after hearing this, and originally wanted to ask him if you really didn't understand, or if he was pretending to be confused, but when he saw Ye Shaocong's positive expression, he shook his head and dispelled his thoughts.

At the shooting range, Xiang Xiaotian struggled to hold the pistol in his hand and tried his best to keep himself in a more comfortable position, but after dozens of rounds of bullets, not only was he numb, but the soreness alone was comparable to doing hundreds of push-ups.

After a day of shooting, repeating and repeating, constantly maintaining a posture and a target paper, the instructor will not see whether you are on the target or not, just sit aside and distribute bullets, and will not ask, let alone point, and even find fault with you.

At this time, it is another feeling to squeeze physical energy: boring, a hell week before, what can be said, but you can get in touch with new gameplay every day, and you can vent loudly, but now it's different, even if you shout loudly, no one can hear it, the shooting range is full of gunfire, and even they don't know if their ears can hear it, and even if you want to scold the instructor, there is no reason, because he won't bother you at all, and will only mechanically give you bullets to let you shoot him.

But just when everyone was struggling to shoot, because they couldn't bear the recoil of the end wall aiming for several hours in a row, Xiang Xiaotian suddenly thought why not try to change the other hand, there are so many bullets that no one can see if they can't hit well, maybe they can also practice into a little old man with two guns, thinking of this, Xiang Xiaotian's left hand began to shoot coherently, and the action was also very smooth.

And the action of changing hands happened to be seen by Liang Rongxing on the side, and a smile appeared between the corners of his mouth: "It seems that it is not a dead eye!" ”

In this way, everyone who was already out of strength had a very cheap idea to end the first day of shooting instruction, because they actually started the days of the last week when they could roar.

The night makes everyone more depressed, although it is not in the big night against the cold scenery to stand in a military posture, but for some people, the current theoretical content can definitely be said to be terrible to a certain extent, not a professional equipment principle, but a simple newspaper, the party constitution, the recitation of various rules and regulations!

Not to mention Ye Shaocong's kind of person, just Xiang Xiaotian and Lin Jie's brains are not bad, and it can only be said that it is not difficult to memorize, but Batur, who is at the top of his physical fitness in the cadet team, is obviously resisted, but after all, he is a medical student, and he is careful, and it is quite smooth, but those obvious foreheads with no education from grassroots companies are already sweating!

Xiang Xiaotian couldn't help but shake his head when he looked at the struggling looks next to him: "The special forces are really not ordinary, everything that can be taken into account will be given to you, and you will not be given a chance to let go, just go on to this extent, this is a killing machine, it is simply a killing computer!" ”

And at the moment when he tilted his head, he saw Ye Shaocong actually playing backgammon by himself, which made him feel pressured: "People are more popular than people!" Then he began to frantically absorb what was on paper.

No matter in any unit, even if you are in the headquarters of the organ or the grassroots company, you always spend it repeatedly, and now everyone understands in their hearts the true meaning of the two words of persistence that the instructor said during the meal that day!

It's a process, it's a process of human evolution, it's a process that transforms you from an ordinary steel helmet soldier into a qualified special operator.

The passage of time grows with everyone, and it also strengthens everyone's skills!

on the playground.

With a "wow", Lin Jie knelt on the ground and covered his stomach and began to retch.

Seeing the students who were wearing fighting armor and rubbing their hands with each other and were eager to try their hands and prepare to go up to test their knives, and seeing Lin Jie's strong figure being kicked by Liang Rongxing, the sour water was almost vomited, and everyone stopped snoring.

And Liang Rongxing also seemed to hate seeing everyone's cowardice, so he simply gave an order: "If you don't come up to fight, are you afraid!" Okay, take off your protective gear and go hand-to-hand combat in the mud pool! ”

But now that it's January, the mud pond will freeze as long as it is stopped for a while.

Xiang Xiaotian was thrown over-the-shoulder by Batur and fell into a mud puddle that was still full of ice slag, and he spit out a mouthful of hatred, and he almost spit out the idea of Liang Rongxing's mouth with hatred!

But Liang Rongxing didn't even bother to look at them, and sure enough, as he said before, he wouldn't even deliberately go to stimulate their inner words, but he just ordered and ordered, and he really couldn't look at it, so he scolded a few words alone or simply pulled over and hammered.

After the sparring practice, there was another water gun, and then accompanied by the prostrate tactical training, which fully benefited from the use of the original terrain, and even in order to save time, the location was basically not transferred, of course, it could also be a simple training subject, which was calculated according to the hour, and they couldn't play a few.

It can be said that their current stage of training is exactly the same as that of the recruit company, and the subjects are basically the same, but there are just a few more ways to play, and it can also be said that it is just a way to relieve the boredom of the instructor.

Push-ups, sit-ups, shooting, tactics, push-ups, these things are repeated every day, and if the first week was mechanically numb from the changes brought upon them by the fatigue of Hell Week, it is now indifferent.

I don't have emotions, I don't complain, I don't have any emotions like the orders given by the instructor, I just find a suitable vent point for myself when I'm tired and tired, and this venting is actually a high-intensity physical fitness for myself.

This is called metamorphosis.

It's only been a month.