In the Beihua Army camp in Fangmao Port, the soldiers were sweating like rain on the wide school grounds. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Guang draped his whole body, wiped the sweat on his forehead, his arms were numb, his palms were painful, and he was sweating profusely.

Because the long Fang Yuanshan on his left was still practicing meticulously, and Hu Cheng, a soldier on his right who was thinner than him, was also insisting, Hu Cheng's strength and endurance were much worse than him, Zhao Guang had already found that Hu Cheng's arm was trembling, but he was still insisting.

As a brother, he has always been proud of his strength, how can he be defeated in front of the thin Hu Cheng, he must not, otherwise he will really have no face to see people in the future.

"Stop, that's all for the morning's drill." Mr. Bai Wang Zheng shouted.

All the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and put down the spears in their hands.

"It's not easy to practice the fire gun in the afternoon, take a good rest at noon, don't fucking play football again, if you let me see it, I'll be punished for ten laps." Wang Zheng shouted.

Nowadays, football is becoming more and more popular in the military camp, and even has flowed into the society, bringing great joy to people's boring lives.

However, some soldiers are too obsessed, and they also play for a while during the lunch break, and the afternoon drills are a little inadequate, so Wang Zheng can only remind these boys with unlimited energy and heavy playfulness.

Everyone agreed, Zhao Guang shrunk his neck, he played crazy yesterday, and his physical strength was a little lacking during the afternoon exercises. was trained by Mr. Bai very much. I would like to mention it in public today. He looked at Mr. Bai with a weak heart, and muttered in his heart, don't reprimand me in front of everyone, don't reprimand me in front of everyone, save some face.

Maybe it was Zhao Guang's muttering that played a role, Wang Zheng didn't say his name to wake everyone up, which made Zhao Guang breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone returned to the barracks and washed it first, not only to wash themselves, but also to wipe the dust and sweat off the armor. Fortunately, the armor is plate armor, and there is no cumbersome iron leaf on the fish scale armor Wenshan armor, which is still easier to wipe, but the iron waist skirt is a little cumbersome.

Hu Cheng carefully wiped the dust on the iron waist skirt, his movements were gentle and very careful.

"Beard, don't be so careful, you have to change into drills after eating and resting for a while." Zhao Guang has already wiped it quickly, of course, it is only roughly, and it cannot be compared with Hu Cheng.

"Mr. Bai didn't say it. If you don't wipe it cleanly, it may rust and the protection is insufficient. Hu Cheng replied with a smile. But it doesn't stop in his hands.

Tsk, Zhao Guang clicked his mouth, this helplessness, Hu Cheng is really too obedient, but he really can't say anything, after all, this is indeed what Mr. Bai explained.

Lunch was eaten in the dining hall, where all the soldiers and soldiers, including Ma Quanfu, the head town of Beihua, dined.

When they arrived at the canteen under the leadership of Shi Changfang Yuanshan, many soldiers had already prepared their meals and began to eat.

"Today is good, sweet potato stew, cabbage vermicelli soup, it's enough." After a morning of drilling, Zhao Guang, who was already hungry, saw the food in his hands by the soldiers walking by and said happily.

"Quietly. No one takes you for a dumb person. Fang Yuanshan scolded, he also had a headache for this thorn that often dragged his legs.

Zhao Guang shrank his head, but his eyes looked at Hu Cheng with more playfulness.

Hu Chengcheng didn't see anything.

After the meal, ten people gathered around and devoured it.

"Watching Zhao Guang eat is fragrant." Tong Ying, the oldest in Shili, said with a smile, Zhao Guang tasted evil, and the soup splashed, while Hu Cheng ate slowly and methodically, very well-behaved.

"Well, well, yes, it's delicious." Zhao Guang said with a whimper, his mouth stuffed with food.

"Zhao Guang, I can't eat here, why don't you help me eat some." Wang Hong, who has always loved jokes, joked.

"Wang Hong, don't lie to me, dial me some." Zhao Guangxin thought it was true.

"Well, I'll talk about it when I'm done." Wang Hong said with a smile.

"Bastard, fool me." Zhao Guang's eyes widened angrily.

With a snap, Fang Yuanshan slapped Zhao Guang, "Usually I see that you are quite clever and alone, but when you are deceived, you will be fooled." ”

Zhao Guang rolled his eyes and lowered his head and continued to fight with the food.

The surrounding people burst into schadenfreude laughter, in their words, Zhao Guang is a rice bucket, he usually never suffers from losses, but he faints when he is lured by food.

At the end of noon, Wang Zheng led a hundred of his subordinates down to the shooting range, which was the realm of the firecracker's training.

The whole shooting range is a very flat shape, which can accommodate 1,000 people to test fire here.

As a musket master, it is necessary to master the musket skillfully to prevent someone from being able to top it when the musketeer suddenly suffers a large number of casualties, which is extremely effective in the fierce battle formation.

The firearms they trained were all half-new goods that had been picked up from the army, and their fate was to be scrapped here.

Under Wang Zheng's order, Zhenfu Luo Dong and the various chiefs distributed firearms, medicine bags, and tongzhi to the soldiers, and then the commanders inspected the equipment of each soldier.

One after another, the chiefs reported to Wang Zheng that the armor was complete.

"Tiger." Wang Zheng gave an order, and hundreds of soldiers lined up in a neat quadripartite military formation, with great momentum.

Wang Zheng's satisfied chin head.

"Upper shoulder." Wang Zheng shouted.

With a bang, a hundred soldiers put their firearms on their shoulders.

"Lower shoulders."

With a bang, all the firecrackers stood on their right side of their bodies. The movements are uniform, and the entire military formation gives people a neat beauty.

"Quasi-charge." Wang Zheng ordered.

The soldiers began to simulate the charge, pretending to tear open the medicine bag with their mouths, pouring the medicine into the fire gate, pouring the propellant into the fire gun, putting the projectile in, and passing it through with a branch.

In this series of actions, only Tongzhi is a real thing, and the others are all false actions, but the soldiers are all meticulous actions, even the thorn Zhao Guang.

He didn't dare not act obediently, last time because of his slackness, he was punished by the hundred total frog jump three hundred, all Shi ran ten laps with him, each tired like a dog, after going back, a brother of Shi added fists and feet to him, very cleaned up on him, today he is very well-behaved.

Ten times in a row, Wang Zheng looked at his subordinates with great satisfaction, which can be regarded as well-trained.

"Live charge." Wang Zheng ordered.

This time it was true, and all the soldiers hurriedly began to take out the medicine bag from the medicine pot, first took a small bite, put some gunpowder into the fire door, then put most of the remaining propellant into the gun, and then put the projectile into the gun, and compacted the projectile propellant with a branch.

When everyone finished aiming against the shoulder, Wang Zheng Zou Mei looked at a figure who was lying on the ground picking up the projectile, and this one didn't hold the projectile firmly and fell to the ground.

An occasional miss by a soldier is really nothing, what makes Wang Zheng Zou Mei is this muddy ball, he has a deep memory, that is, Zhao Guang, a soldier under the command of the third Shifang Yuanshan, it is said that he remembers the names and faces of more than 100 soldiers under Wang Zheng, but this kid left a deep impression on him.

In the last live-fire exercise, it was this muddy ball that left Tongzhi in the gun tube and launched it, making a big joke, and the angry Wang Zheng not only punished him but also punished his team.

This time it's this muddy ball again, tsk, Wang Zheng is already speechless, and he doesn't know which bastard sent this muddy ball to his 100 team.

Wang Zheng Zou Mei, Fang Yuanshan and the others were already looking at Zhao Guang with angry eyes, okay, I was tired last time and almost vomited blood, it was all this trouble, is it really because everyone vomits blood this time.

Zhao Guang also knew that he had committed public anger, so he put the projectile away without squinting, compacted it with a branch, and took it back.

Then he smiled flatteringly at the brothers, showing the true colors of his two-skinned face.

"Ten laps of corporal punishment and five laps of Quan Shi's accompaniment. For the time being, the first pressure is followed, and the practice is followed by the suppression and supervision. Wang Zheng said.

Zhao Guang is a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, and his face has not changed at all when he hears it, and the other soldiers in Shili immediately have a bitter face, this time Wang Baizong has already let them go, and did not let them accompany them to run ten laps.

It's just that I can't afford to lose this face, and every time I am punished, so that the other brothers gloat at the excitement, just like watching a play, this is also a joy in the boring barracks life, what is it.

Feeling a few pairs of sharp eyes looking over with murderous aura, Zhao Guang's body shook, his whole body trembled, and he felt that his life would not be easy tonight.

"Offensive formation, first platoon fires." Wang Zheng said.

The first thing is to pull the trigger. Smoke rose from the roar of the firecracker, and there was a person here who did not fire, and the fire was dumb, which was a normal fire rate, and the fire rate of the flintlock pistol was nearly ninety percent.

The second is to follow the shot, the third is to shoot through the gap, and so on, it is the attacking formation of the attack, row after row moving forward, until the tenth is the first row.

Nothing happened during the whole firing process, and it was completed smoothly.

"Go on the offensive." Wang Zheng didn't show any expression, the first formation was successfully completed, it was nothing, only several transitions were successfully completed, this can be regarded as a pass.

After going back and forth several times, even the defensive shooting formation that retreated backwards was also rehearsed, and this live-fire drill was completed relatively smoothly, and it can be said that Wang Zheng was extremely satisfied except for a certain moment.

At the end of the drill, the 100 teams turned to the station, Luo Donghu looked at the third Shi running lap with a face, the whole Shi people were scolding while running, Zhao Guang was embarrassed, and after ten laps, he fell to the ground, snorting and panting like a dog.

He limped up and went back to the barracks, knowing that he would not feel good once he returned to Shili, but he could only go back hard, and the armor would still be found, and who would dare not go back.

As soon as Zhao Guang returned to the room, he saw that the people who were wiping their armor looked at them viciously, and Tong Ying got up and rolled up his arms and sleeves and walked first.

"Brothers, don't slap your face, don't slap your face." Zhao Guang said pitifully to protect his face.

But when I heard the bang, there was a black-eyed man-bear in the room. (To be continued.) )

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