Regimental Commander Wang and the soldiers came to the wide shooting field on the training ground.

For the sake of fairness and justice, the three battalion commanders used rifles of the same standard - the uniform use of 38 large caps.

Commander Wang pointed to the target 100 meters away: "100 meters shooting, 3 bullets per person, the one with the most target rings wins."

Liang Meng had a subtle feeling in his heart, he was like a puppet prize displayed on the counter, and whoever won could take the loot.

This is a battle for talent, but also a battle for honor. It was not only Liang Meng's talent that lost, but also the face of his own battalion.

There are three targets at a distance of 100 meters from the range, corresponding to the targets of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd battalions.

The three battalion commanders each held a 38 cap, aimed at the bull's-eye, and pulled the bolt.

The three of them held their breath, the butt of the gun was tightly pressed against their shoulders, the side of their head tilted to the side of the butt, and after 10 seconds of silent aiming, three gunshots rang out in succession.

After checking the three targets, the target reporter in the distance shouted in turn: "8 rings in the first battalion, 7 rings in the second battalion, and 8 rings in the third battalion." ”

In the first round of target shooting, the commander of the second battalion lost a link, and complained unwillingly: "Damn, I got sand in my eyes just now, and I lost my eyes." ”

The first battalion commander couldn't help but complain: "Yo Yo Yo, this excuse is really good!" If it doesn't work, give it up quickly, so as not to be embarrassed. ”

Second Battalion Commander: "Cut, labor and management deliberately let you, and when I exert my strength, I am afraid that I will scare you." ”

At the beginning of the second round, the three battalion commanders had a slight idea in mind after the first round of shooting, and slightly adjusted the direction and angle of the firing. This time, the timing of the aim was more accurate than before, and no one wanted to lose to the other.

Bang bang bang

The target reporter looked at the three targets one after another and shouted: "8 rings in the first battalion, 8 rings in the second battalion, and 8 rings in the third battalion." ”

Oops, in the second round, the three battalion commanders actually tied and fought evenly, and the gap did not widen. The final round of shooting will be a decisive victory.

Liang Meng shook his head slightly, this kind of shooting was like a family play for him, and there was no pressure.

At a distance of 100 meters, he can hit three shots with 10 rings in a row. It is no exaggeration to say that the bullets he has shot can't be pulled out in a few trucks. Gun gods are fed with bullets, and Liang Meng is no exception.

"Do you think the first battalion commander will win, or the third battalion commander?" There was already a lot of discussion among the soldiers, and they began to discuss the final result.

"I think it's the third battalion commander, you see him, he's always been very stable. If you can hit 9 in the next ring, you should win. ”

"I don't think so, the commander of the first battalion is not weak! Maybe it will end up full. ”

"I think the second battalion commander may counterattack."

"I heard that the commander of the first battalion has just enlisted in the army and has good marksmanship, and he must be the only one this time."

"It must be the second battalion commander."

"Believe me, the third battalion commander will win!"

......

The 1st and 3rd Battalions were equal, and the 2nd Battalion was one ring behind. This third round determines the winner or loser, and whoever wins will be able to take Liang Meng away.

As long as he can fight devils, it doesn't matter which battalion Liang Meng enters. But now, he felt more and more that he was not a warrior, but a prize.

In the last round, the three battalion commanders were more focused, staring at the target in the distance without moving.

The other soldiers present pinched a cold sweat in their hearts, held their breath, and no one dared to make the slightest sound, for fear of affecting the performance of their battalion commander. No one knows whether his own battalion commander will win in the end.

Bang bang bang

The three battalion commanders exhaled deeply, handed over their guns to their guards, and all the pressure was released at the moment when the shots rang out. Now it's just a matter of waiting for the final count.

The gunfire is over. The target reporter carefully checked the number of rings on the target and shouted: "9 rings in the first battalion, 9 rings in the second battalion, and 10 rings in the third battalion." ”

At the end, after reporting the results, the soldiers of the third battalion cheered, and the commander of the third battalion was full of spring.

He pulled his military cap, pulled his collar and said to the two battalion commanders: "I just said that I must have this person." You two should go back and practice your marksmanship. ”

The victory of the third battalion commander was as strong as if he had won a battle.

The battalion commander next to him was so angry that he threw his military hat to the ground: "He's so damn a little bit worse, and he was taken advantage of by your surname He." ”

The third battalion commander patted the first battalion commander on the shoulder: "Hey, I'm also helpless, who made me so accurate in marksmanship!" ”

got cheap and sold well, the first battalion commander really couldn't listen to it, snorted coldly, turned his head and left.

The second battalion commander was even more angry and clenched his fists and put it in front of the third battalion commander: "Lao He, don't be too arrogant. There's a kind of fist that we're going to do again. ”

The commander of the third battalion got a baby, and he was in a good mood, and he sarcastically said coldly: "Than a fist? I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of bed in 3 days. Lao Meng, you usually practice your marksmanship more, and now this person is yours long ago."

When the second battalion commander heard the ridicule of the third battalion commander, he was so angry that he almost took out a pistol and shot him: "If you don't go, can you win with shit?" ”

The third battalion commander didn't say anything, turned around and hummed a little song to himself: Hum hey, hum hey......"

Regiment Commander Wang stepped forward to appease the angry second battalion commander: "Old Meng, it's okay!" The winner is also divided, and he is willing to gamble and lose. Aren't you like a child, and let the soldiers see the jokes. ”

The commander of the second battalion stopped making a fuss, took out a homemade cigarette from his jacket pocket, took out a match, and lit a cigarette.

He exhaled a deep puff of smoke, perhaps only the smoke could ease his breath and calm him down completely.

Commander Wang announced loudly: "Recruit Liang Meng, belong to the third battalion. ”

The commander of the third battalion walked in front of Liang Meng: "My name is He Yong, and from today you will be a soldier of my third battalion." ”

Liang Meng instinctively saluted the third battalion commander: "Yes, battalion commander." ”

The third battalion commander was even happier: "Where did you learn this, you kid, you salute well, you really look like a soldier, it's a piece of material." Follow me, and I'll take you to get those little devils out of the way. ”

Liang Meng: "The Eighth Route Army has been in our village before, and I have seen them train recruits. ”

Liang Meng officially joined the Eighth Route Army.

Liang Meng has dreamed of joining the army and serving the country since he was a child. But in times of peace, many wars are hidden in unknown places and cannot be put on the table.

Liang Meng has participated in many top-secret combat missions, but they are limited to local small-scale operations, and he has never had a real full-scale large-scale operation.

He traveled to the era of the Anti-Japanese War, which can be said to have fulfilled a dream in his heart. Under the education of the Red Ideology, he often grew up listening to the glorious deeds of his revolutionary ancestors, and he also fantasized about resisting foreign invasion and defending his family and country together with his ancestors. But it's often in dreams.

This time, Liang Meng never thought of returning to modern times. He was full of enthusiasm and always remembered that he was a Chinese soldier, so he wanted to use his own skills to break through the devils who invaded China, so that the little devils knew that "those who offend me in China will be suddenly eliminated by you." (Ask for collection, ask for recommendation)