Thousands of comrades are ambitious and high-spirited, and the rank of private is so handsome in their eyes.

Wang Feng burst into tears, he was getting closer and closer to his dream!

At the end of the ceremony, after receiving their own military quilts, each private returned to his squad for training.

……

"Later! You're in my class! I hope you will train hard and follow the arrangement throughout the year! ”

The squad leader glanced at the recruits and yelled.

"Yes!"

Eleven replied neatly.

What makes Wang Feng a headache is that the squad leader of this class is really Han Wei's own brother Han Wei, and there is a big man Han Wei among the members of this class, and his matter of snatching his quilt has not yet been resolved.

Seeing that his teammates answered uniformly, he nodded with satisfaction:

"Maybe you haven't learned to stack the military quilt in the recruit training, now I will teach you, take out the military quilt in the dormitory first!"

"Yes!"

When they had finished answering, they all ran to their dormitories.

Wang Feng felt that Brother Hanwei was much calmer than him, and he was not a bad person at first glance, maybe Wang Feng's idea would not last long.

Picking up the clean quilt that had just been handed down, this was the only quilt he had, and looked up at Hanwei, who was smiling evilly, he was also looking at himself.

Hanway was rampant:

"How? Who slept next to each other last night? Oh! I forgot that you still have a good roommate Liu Yong. Let's be honest, your quilt is too girly, there are patterns on it, and I was laughed at by my roommates, I covered it for an hour and threw it in the garbage heap, hahaha! … I didn't expect you to be so motherly, not like a gentleman at all! Skinny as a jackal, he still talks about defending the country! Hahaha it's funny, it's a pipe dream! ”

Han Wei kept sneering, Wang Feng lowered his head, and his fists became tighter and tighter.

Until the limit of patience, when he teased his dream, he couldn't help it anymore, threw himself at him, and shook his hand is a swing fist, "snap", hit Hanwei's upper jaw, and stunned him.

"You! Look for death! ”

Hanwei was hit in the upper jaw, dizzy, shook his head, roared angrily, and kicked Wang Feng in the stomach fiercely.

Hanwei has practiced military boxing, and before joining the army, he has trained all kinds of fighting alone, this kick out, the thin Wang Feng couldn't bear it at all, was kicked to the ground, flew two meters, and fell to the ground.

"Brother Feng! You okay? ”

At this time, Liu Yong happened to come out, and when he saw Wang Feng curled up on the ground, he quickly threw away the quilt and helped him up.

"Cut! Better not mess with me! Otherwise, you're in good hands! ”

Hanwei wanted to continue beating Wang Feng, but when he saw Liu Yong and other teammates passing by, he let out cruel words, spat a mouthful of phlegm on Wang Feng's feet, and turned to leave.

Wang Feng clenched his teeth, his forehead was covered with cold sweat in pain, and his intestines seemed to be entangled together, the power of his kick was too great, and Hanwei was really strong.

"Brother Feng, should we go to the infirmary?"

Wang Feng shook his head: "No need, we have to gather soon, just for a while." ”

Instead of the infirmary, he wanted to go to the garbage dump next to his dormitory.

The quilt with the pattern was really in the garbage heap, and Wang Feng took the quilt to the public toilet to clean and dry it as quickly as possible.

Because the pattern on this quilt was sewn by my mother herself, I must not lose it!

"You two! Why did you come back so late? ”

Han gradually looked at Wang Feng and Liu Yong, who were asking to enlist in the army, and asked sternly.

"Report to the squad leader! My quilt was snatched by Hanway and thrown in the garbage heap, and we just went to the garbage dump to pick up the quilt. ”

Wang Feng said truthfully, hoping that Han gradually could deal with this matter fairly and justly.

The team laughed constantly: I even have to pick up things from the garbage heap, it's too shabby!

Everyone in the class knows that the quilt is a pink peony pattern, which looks very girly, and it has the domineering spirit of a gentleman. As early as a few decades ago, China was not allowed to love flowers and grow flowers at all.

Han gradually frowned: "That's why you're late?!" Go! Crawl sideways with a gun twenty times! No more than eleven seconds at a time! Come back when you're done! Speed! The whole class is waiting for you! ”

Wang Feng was still too naïve, thinking that Han would solve this matter fairly and help himself. In fact, Han Wei is his own brother, and when it is time to help him, he will definitely not tolerate it.

In the evening, 132 bedrooms.

Wang Feng and Liu Yong were smearing alcohol on their bruised left arm and the outside of their left leg, and the stimulation of disinfection made them constantly inhale cold air, and the dormitory kept making a "hissing" sound.

"This squad leader is too ruthless! I really want to wait a year for him to get out of here! ”

After Liu Yong finished speaking, he covered his mouth weakly, glanced at the next door, and found that there was no movement, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the army, offending the squad leader is not a good thing, otherwise the recruits will either be sad or have a demerit during the year.

The washed quilt was thrown away by the squad leader again, his reason was that the quilt was too motherly to be used, so Wang Feng had to tear off the sheet and take it back to hide it, and threw away the cotton wool inside.

"Damn!"

Wang Feng roared angrily, and there was no abuse of the squad leader that the roommates expected, but infinite silence, which made the roommates feel that he was either a poisonous snake or a coward.

"What are you going to do next?"

Roommate Chen Pan asked curiously and asked Wang Feng.

Seeing that Wang Feng was silent, Liu Yong helped to relieve the siege:

"Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge! Don't ask. Rest early! Tomorrow is a field competition, and the food in the future will depend on this battle! The third class will win! ”

"That's right! The third class will win! ”

The roommates shouted, their fighting spirit high, and they mobilized their momentum.

"What's it called?! Warning once! Three punishments! ”

The sound of the dormitory outside the door came from the dormitory, and the roommates stopped abruptly like ducks pinching their necks.

Someone said cautiously in a snarling voice:

"It's the Discipline Inspection Department of the Military Affairs Department, stop talking."

“……”

Nothing was said all night.

The Field Combat Competition is an annual military event.

The competition is divided into a small step and a big step, the first step is to assemble the firearm, the first soldier to assemble can shoot at will, and the one who is hit by the vital point is eliminated from the competition, each team is the original class of ten people.

The first step has a two-minute time limit, which means that anyone who can hold on for two minutes after the start of the game can move on to the second step.

The second step is the real field combat, the "surviving" fighters transfer their positions, and the actual combat position is in the Qi forest in the middle of the Wa hills, which is relatively wide and can easily accommodate 200 people.

The final result is ranked according to the point system, and the final score = the number of people killed in the class + the total time (points) held in the class / three hundred and six - the number of empty rounds fired / one hundred.

The contest is over until the last survivor wins, and the winner receives an additional twenty points, the second to last ten points and the third five points.

……

Because this year, the chief of staff of the military region went to the 13th and 50th Western Theaters of the People's Liberation Army ahead of schedule, so this field combat was held one month ahead of schedule.

Early the next morning, the sound of the horn resounded throughout the company, and according to the rules, it was necessary to take care of the housekeeping and wash up first, and then go to breakfast, the opening ceremony of the activity, and the report of the whole team.

Wang Feng stood in a military posture, extremely nervous, looking at the roof of the house "listen to the party's command, can win battles, and have a good style" 12 big characters, motionless.

Just a few days after officially enlisting in the army, I haven't even touched a gun, and I am about to start a field battle.

He was not the only one who was nervous, there were 337 people in the battalion, and 300 people were like ants on a hot pot, so anxious that their foreheads were sweating.

Wang Feng saw a large number of gunwear parts placed on the playground with his peripheral vision, and he was even more uneasy.

During normal training, the wooden firearms carried are the same size as the real guns, and the weight should be much lighter, otherwise the abrasions caused by yesterday's sideways prostrate training will only be more serious.

"Each team brought their members to the designated location of the venue! The first part of the competition is about to begin! ”

The battalion commander waved his arms sharply, and everyone quickly ran to the designated position, with scattered gun parts in front of each person.

These are real guns and live ammunition, but the bullets are all empty cartridges, which are dedicated to competitions and drills, and the killing range is within seven meters, so they will not shoot at the opponent who is close in front of them unless they are forced to do so.

There are different types of firearms, including Type 54 and Type 51 pistols, Type 63 automatic rifles, Hanyang-made, and even Thomson, M16, Mauser 98k, 5.45 caliber AK74, and AK family 47 that became famous in World War I of the Sino-Vietnamese War.

Wang Feng didn't expect the variables to be so big, these guns had never been disassembled and assembled, let alone used, he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, so oppressed that he couldn't breathe, as if he was not careful, he would lose his life.

In previous years, there were always one or two people who were injured or sacrificed in field competitions, which could not be avoided, because the effective killing range of empty cartridges was within seven meters, and in the two minutes when the firearm was assembled, the population was extremely dense, and the probability of injury was the highest.

In recent years, when wars between China and Vietnam have been frequent, the chief of staff has no choice but to take up a sense of danger and order that actual combat drills must be carried out, so that the soldiers can fully absorb the actual combat experience and learn lessons, so that they will not lose their names on the real battlefield.

This competition directly affects the food of comrades in the coming year, and the top 15 teams with a total score can add an extra piece of pork meat before lunch, which is 365 yuan in a year. Two blocks in the top three, but not in the last fifteen classes.

Wang Feng stared at the Type 54 pistol parts in front of him, thinking that there was meat to eat, and he couldn't wait to pick up the barrel at the beginning of the shot, press the bullet, and hit the primer with a nail.

But this is a foul action after all, and shooting at close range can also hurt someone.

"Hey brother, can I switch places with you?"

The comrade-in-arms next to him asked, looking at the green sign on his chest, he learned that he was a recruit in the fourth class.

Wang Feng looked at the gun parts in front of him, it was a complex "Chicago typewriter", if he could quickly assemble this submachine gun, he could sweep around at the beginning, and he could lead by a few points!

But if you want to assemble it, it's even harder! First of all, this is a foreign weapon, not the Chinese Type 54 that everyone often knows.

And the speed of assembling a pistol is already much faster than that of a submachine gun.

"Okay."

Wang Feng nodded, and he didn't know why, but he agreed.

The two quietly switched places, and the man in class four was very happy, and he promised:

"Thank you! This contest is very important to me, and I am very skilled at assembling this box! I'll do my best to protect you in a moment. ”

"No thanks."

Wang Feng declined his kindness, staring at Thomson's scattered parts, and his headache was even greater, now he was going to grab that roll of bullets and hit many nails hard.

He will not assemble a submachine gun at all.

"Personally take care to be safe! Field Combat Race! Safety first! Solidarity second! Okay, first part! Preparation! ”

Commanded by the captain himself, when the recruits heard the word "reserve", they quickly raised their hands and fixed their eyes on the parts of the guns.

The chief of staff watched the battle from the rostrum on the other side with his hands behind his back, and the fresh blood flowed into the troops, and he attached great importance to this group of recruits, who would be the future elite and pillars of the motherland.

Because the recruits have just joined the army, they can't compete with the veterans at the same time, so this competition is divided into two batches, private and private.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the captain gave the order, all the recruits began to move like ignited gunpowder, holding back their strength to assemble the parts of the guns together.

Some recruits were afraid of bullets flying head-on, and while they were terrified of their guns, they glanced at those guys who loaded their guns quickly.

Wang Feng remembered sweating profusely, but he didn't stop moving, first assembling Thomson's main torso, and then picking up the large roll of bullets.

"Bang!"

This was the first gunshot in the venue, and all the recruits were so frightened that they stopped what they were doing, and they all threw themselves to the ground, looking at each other with big eyes, and only Wang Feng stood there alone.

"Misfired, mistaken."

Wang Feng waved his hand, and when he was just loading the magazine, the primer of the bullet in front hit the metal of the gun body, and it exploded with a bang, and the bullet case rebounded on his hand, which hurt slightly.

"I'll go!"

More than 300 people scolded at the same time, then turned over and assembled frantically.

Half a minute later.

"Bang bang bang!"

Listening to the continuous gunshots, the recruits know that this time it's real guys!

Lying on the ground, some people grabbed parts and scurried around, looking for cover, while Wang Feng hid behind the trunk of a tree and squatted down to continue piecing together the typewriter.

According to the rules: in order to ensure safety and prevent explosions, guns must not be fired until they are assembled.

After another minute, half of the people who were already ready to have gray powder on their bodies, which was a symbol of elimination, they consciously left the battlefield and did not make it past the two minutes of the first ring.

Wang Feng is one last step away, as long as he sticks the drum again, an invincible Thomson will be completed.

As soon as he picked up the drum, at this moment, Han Wei walked over with Wang Ba box, pointed the muzzle at Wang Feng's face, and said wantonly:

"You kid! Didn't you deliberately go off fire just now? I'm scared to death! Stinky guys! Tell you! Lao Tzu will kill you first! ”

Wang Feng glared at him angrily, how could he encounter this evil star at any time?

Seeing this, a comrade-in-arms of the third class came to persuade him:

"Forget it, they are all comrades-in-arms of the same class! Now we're all in the same boat! Why bother? ”

Han Wei's expression was fierce and fierce, and he suddenly pushed away his comrades who were fighting, and walked straight towards Wang Feng.

The comrades who persuaded him to fight did not expect Hanwei to suddenly exert force, he fell to the other side, and was exposed to the fire of other squads, several empty bullets shattered on him, colorful gray powder bloomed, and he was eliminated.

Someone helped Wang Feng break the siege, but he was eliminated and no one in the class helped him anymore.

Han Wei saw that Wang Feng was quickly playing the drum on Thomson, and kicked it, without restraining his strength at all.

With a "snap", the drum flew away, Wang Feng's counterattack failed, and his palms were numb.

Hanwei picked up the thin Wang Feng with one hand, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at his chest, so close that even if it was an empty cartridge, it would inflict internal injuries.

"Bastard! Watch Lao Tzu kill you! What a bullshit dream! Fuck, dare to hit Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu beat you to a perforated lung, send it home to farm, poor! Also use peony flower quilt! Sissy! ”

Hanway looked at him still glaring at him, and the pain in his upper jaw told him that this guy had also hit him, and he was furious, his head was hot, and he quickly pulled the trigger.

After Liu Yong saw this situation, he hurried over at full speed and shouted vigorously:

"No!! Hanway! It's going to kill you! ”

But it was too late, and the enraged Hanway wanted to teach those who disobeyed him a hard lesson.

With a "bang", the bullet casing popped out, and the empty cartridge shattered on him, Wang Feng only felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by an endless feeling of paralysis.