Li Yunlong, who lost the competition, was not annoyed, but laughed very open-mindedly and praised: "Good job, you kid is a good hand." ”

Zhang Dabiao was also not modest, "Commander, I have eaten your meat." “

Everyone didn't think there was anything big about it, Li Yunlong was so open-minded, just so approachable, what was this!

The second and third battalion commanders were not good at fighting, and they didn't want to lose face in front of the whole regiment, so naturally they didn't sign up. So the second contest in the order is Yuan Pengfei.

"Commander, offended."

Yuan Pengfei is very self-aware, and there is no way to win with conventional routines. He shouted violently, rushed directly to entangle with Li Yunlong, and played the trick of Mongolian wrestling.

One of his classmates is a Mongolian, and he has been exposed to this kind of thing since he was a child. College students are young and vigorous, and fights and brawls often occur.

So this good classmate also taught them some such skills, which is definitely the best way to deal with some people who don't have this kind of experience.

Wrapping, holding, grabbing, and throwing not only limit the opponent's play, but also play a role in striking the opponent.

That is, pull your opponent to the same level as you and then use your vast experience to defeat him.

There is no doubt that Li Yunlong, a big man in the north, has never been in contact with such a fight, and he lost this battle with grievances.

No one made a fuss this time, Li Yunlong stood up by himself, patted the dust on his body, and praised: "It's good, your wrestling skills are also good, you can teach everyone when you have time, as a supplementary skill outside of training." ”

Yuan Pengfei grinned, "Leader, I can eat this meat!" ”

"Go, go!"

Li Yunlong waved his hand impatiently to let him leave.

To be honest, this Mongol wrestling skill is not very useful on the battlefield. After all, no enemy will give you a chance to fight in close quarters, what can be solved with a gun will not be with a bayonet, and what can be solved with a bayonet will not be with your bare hands.

Zhang Dabiao's strength is excellent, and Yuan Pengfei is opportunistic, but the soldiers who compete behind them are not so lucky.

Of the more than 30 people who can put Li Yunlong down, there are only a few three or five. The rest of the people are nothing more than a matter of how long they hold on, some can try to play a few rounds, and some are put down in one round.

However, being able to enter the martial arts reinforcement platoon does not mean that Li Yunlong must be defeated, and some people with martial arts skills can also do it. And those who defeated Li Yunlong may not necessarily enter this reinforced platoon. Who makes them have heavier responsibilities and more important positions?

Holding the fat and oily pork stew, Yuan Pengfei took the bowl into his stomach with everyone's wonderful competition.

But he hadn't eaten enough for many days, and his appetite had increased exponentially. This big bowl of stewed vegetables and a nest head are only half full, and he can eat two bowls of stew.

"Lao Wang, let's have another bowl of stewed vegetables and two nests, and I'll save you a little bit of a third bowl." Yuan Pengfei put the bowl on the table and said to the old Wang in the cooking class.

Lao Wang glanced up at him and teased: "Company Commander Yuan, I don't usually say anything about rice, and it's not a matter to give you an extra bowl." But today's big fat pig was ordered to be killed by the regiment commander, and the rules were set there.

You can only eat this bowl of meat, and I can't get you a second bowl. If you haven't eaten enough, you can't give you two more nests to pad your stomach. ”

Yuan Pengfei's eyes swept and he knew that what the old king said was true. Zhang Dabiao's empty bowl was already there, and there was not even half a mouthful of soup left.

The battalion commander has no choice, what special can he do as a company commander!

However, thinking of the rules, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly ran to the head of the regiment and asked: "Commander, I remember that you said that throwing a grenade into the basket and passing the political commissar's marksmanship test can also eat meat." ”

"Yes! But you're already eating meat, so why are you asking? Li Yunlong looked him up and down and asked.

"Hehe, where can a bowl of meat satisfy the appetite of us big-bellied men!" Yuan Pengfei said curtly.

Li Yunlong looked at him, and then at the first batch of winners who had eaten the meat. I had no choice but to nod and agree.

This is different from Monk Wei's situation, that refusal means that Monk Wei can't eat meat alone, and Monk Wei is also a sure win.

If you refuse this, it will chill the hearts of those who are excellent. After all, his slogan is that those who have the ability eat meat, and those who are not able to stand aside. What's more, whether the latter can eat meat or not, it depends on their ability, which is very fair.

There are ten baskets in the snow, and ten fighters run in groups of more than ten meters, and then aim and throw them.

Zhao Gang stood on the side and shouted, "The first group, throw." ”

Ten grenades that had not been pulled were thrown on the snow like scattered flowers, and none of them went into the basket.

Zhao Gang didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to start the second and third groups of bombs. Ten groups of bombs were thrown, and in addition to Wang Gensheng, another lucky person, Liu Zhuzi, threw it in and enjoyed the treatment of eating meat.

Soon, it was time for Yuan Pengfei, who was assigned to the 18th group. Following the command of the political commissar, the ten-meter grenade came out of his hand, and the basket was in the middle of the basket impartially.

"Yuan Pengfei eats meat!"

The political commissar didn't know how surprised he was in his heart, but he still shouted expressionlessly on the surface.

This time, in fact, Yuan Pengfei himself was a little surprised. Holding a large hot bowl, he thought to himself as he ate.

How did you develop this grenade-throwing technique?

This body did not master this technique, and he himself had not experienced military training. The only thing that can be explained is one of his favorite games in elementary school - sandbaging.

That will not be heavy on academics, and the games that can be played anytime and anywhere, in addition to jumping rubber bands and squares, is to play sandbags.

Those two games are played by girls a lot, while this sandbag boy and girl can play it, and there is no limit to the number of people.

After a few years of playing with sandbags, not only have their reflexes and short-distance sprints been trained, but even throwing sandbags has become their specialty.

Throwing a grenade and a sandbag is nothing more than a slight difference in size, shape and weight, but in front of the sandbag throwing prince, they are all the same.

However, it is not necessary to train to practice the accuracy of throwing grenades. Grenades are area-of-effect damage, and as long as they are not thrown too badly, they can kill the enemy.

Although throwing more accurately can cause more damage, it can only play a role of icing on the cake, with that time for practice training, there will be greater gains in marksmanship and stabbing, so this kind of thing is not worth it.

Thinking about things, a bowl of delicious stewed dishes has already been eaten without tasting the taste.

Yuan Pengfei was still a little unsatisfied, he leaned in front of Zhao Gang, "Political Commissar Zhao, how is the situation of the competition of this bomb throwing group?" ”

"There are a total of thirteen successes in the whole group, and the situation is not bad." Zhao Gang said without raising his head.

Yuan Pengfei thought in his heart: Of the 13 bombardiers, one out of 80 people in the whole regiment, the proportion is not bad.

Having such an accurate bombardier is equivalent to having a cheap grenadier. Although the distance is not as far as that of a grenadier, it also has a unique advantage - the price is cheap.

The grenadier is not worth much in the hands of the little devil, but in the eyes of the commander of the independent regiment, it is the top three treasures, second only to mortars and heavy machine guns. Sanlian is not qualified to have it alone!

After a while, Zhao Gang wrote down the last few names in his notebook, looked up and saw Yuan Pengfei who was eating with a mouth full of oil, and teased: "Oh, Pengfei has eaten two bowls of meat, hasn't he eaten enough?" ”

Yuan Pengfei came back to his senses and smiled: "It's still the political commissar who understands me, but the rules of the regiment commander are there, and I always have to show my ability to eat meat in order to let this third bowl enter my stomach." ”

Li Yunlong made a promise, and Zhao Gang couldn't afford to carry thunder for this bowl of meat. Nodding his head and saying: "You put forward the idea of this marksmanship, so I have to make it more difficult for you, others put one bullet case, you put three." Isn't that reasonable? ”

This condition is naturally difficult for Yuan Pengfei, who inherited the marksmanship of the original body, coupled with the continuous practice during this time. His endurance with a gun was already extraordinary, and he put three bullet casings on his plate, and he didn't move for half an hour, and he already had the three-point demeanor of a sharpshooter.

But he couldn't agree too happily, so that the political commissar felt that he had suffered a loss. He squirmed and said, "Political commissar, one bullet casing has become three, and the difficulty has more than doubled, let's discuss it again." ”

Zhao Gang immediately straightened his face, pretending to be displeased and said: "Yuan Pengfei, you proposed the idea of this competition, and you want to participate in it without the slightest difficulty, how can there be so many good things!" If you find it too difficult, you can quit, and I didn't force you to participate. ”

"Okay, political commissar, you have the final say, but I'm going to win, this bowl of meat can't be relied upon, you must keep it for me!"

Yuan Pengfei made an unwilling look, which made the political commissar feel that such a game was very aggrieved and difficult, and he was not sure.

Zhao Gang is naturally very proud, as the only man in the group who has a watch, he is still the supervisor and referee of this link. He doesn't want others to think that he is releasing water, which increases part of the difficulty, and there is no reason for others to want to speak.

In the blink of an eye, the third test began, and a group of soldiers fell to the ground, in a position of lying down and shooting. On the head of the gun held by each person, there was a yellow bullet casing.

And on the gun held by Yuan Pengfei, three yellow bullet casings were lined up and stood firmly on the gun.

Whether the gun is accurate or not, and the stability of the gun is an important point, and it is also a good way to test whether you are qualified as a sharpshooter.

The predecessor was a veteran, and this aspect was definitely not bad.

This third bowl of meat, he is bound to get.