The sun is shining, the grass in the green belt is a little wilted, but the flowers of the motherland are full of energy, listening attentively to the explanations of the instructors, tirelessly practicing the teaching aids in their hands, and the sweat drops are like a happy drizzle.

In the campus of Nandu University, in the makeshift shooting range, Zeng Bo stared blankly at the heavy pistol in his hand, next to his classmates who were covered in stinky sweat and didn't care, all with excited expressions on their faces.

In addition to the unpleasantly sticky smell of sweat, the nasal passages are filled with the smell of gun oil, which is like salt melted in plain water, you can't see it, but it's always there. Even when you walk out of the shooting range and away from the instructors and students in military uniforms, you can still hear the earth-shattering slogans and the sound of marching queues on the campus - even if the military training is carried out in batches, the gymnasium and playground still cannot meet the demand, and the main roads and squares of the school have been temporarily requisitioned as military training land.

Even when he was out of school, he could hear relevant topics again and again in the small talk of street vendors, relatives and friends, and reminded Zeng Bo of the great changes that were taking place in his life.

This change is a foreshadowing, the defense of the southern capital that shook the whole country a week ago is the opening ceremony of the new era, but no one with a normal IQ will think that their life will remain the same as usual, but not many people think that the change will come so quickly and so thoroughly, so that every ordinary person living in their own small world is inevitably affected.

"We ...... Why learn to use a gun? ”

Among the more than 60 students in the two classes, Zeng Bo was the only one who didn't play with the gun for the first time after getting it, and the problem that came to his mind became a heart disease that plagued Zeng Bo, making him not interested in weapons, even if he was like other boys who always fantasized about being able to equip himself with a majestic pistol.

Huaxia is the country with the strictest gun management, Zeng Bo has a deep understanding of this, Zeng Bo has a cousin who is a criminal policeman, when he first joined, he did not avoid carrying a gun like an old policeman with experience, but seized the opportunity to bring a gun with a gun, and often took the gun home.

Even the criminal police who have the right to handle cases with guns are reluctant to carry guns with them, because they have to register the gun number and the number of bullets in the gun room when they take a gun, and once there is a gap, it is a big basket, so that the criminal police of non-major cases are unwilling to bring guns to handle cases, which shows the strictness of gun control in China, and only the violent organs of the state have the right to access this kind of lethal weapons - this is not only to maintain social security and stability, but also to ensure that those in power are easier to rule and manage the people.

As for Nandu University and some ordinary universities in the province with two or three books, if students are allowed to conduct military training, they can only let them kick and kick in the sun, stand in a military posture, and sing military songs, which cannot really have the effect of "exercising the body" and "honing the will" at all.

When he entered the university as a freshman, Zeng Bo once listened to the president's speech, saying that military training is the basic form of national defense education for students, is one of the important measures for cultivating talented people with the "four haves," and is an extremely effective means for training and reserving reserve soldiers and reserve officers of our army and for strengthening the national defense force. The purpose of military training is to enhance students' political consciousness, arouse patriotic enthusiasm, carry forward the spirit of revolutionary heroism, cultivate the strong perseverance and collectivist spirit of arduous struggle and hard work, enhance the concept of national defense and organizational discipline, develop a good style of study and life, and master basic military knowledge and skills.

Zeng Bo is only the principal, his old man is farting, in the eyes of the freshmen, military training is a kind of poison of the old times, a disgusting routine, a formality, a school used to frustrate the freshmen's spirit.

But now, the situation seems to have completely changed, and the true meaning of military training seems to be moving closer to the formulaic speech of the principal.

Why should a junior majoring in integrated circuits rejoin military training to learn how to use firearms? Ordinary people who are about to go to society and become a screw in the modern industry, why should they master the use of lethal weapons? The hidden meaning of the government's move sent shudders to Zeng.

Only when there is a need will it lead to change.

"What kind of demand would cause such a big change? Does training ordinary students like us mean that one day we may be forcibly conscripted into the army and sent to war? Zeng Bo didn't dare to ask this sentence, when he meditated in his heart, he felt that the tips of his heart were trembling, squeezing the cold blood all over his body, it was obviously a hot day but he was cold, and the contradiction was that his body was still sweating, the sweat was cold, and his heart was also cold.

"Zeng Bo, hey!"

Someone pushed Zeng Bo, Zeng Bo turned his head to see that the nervous dormitory roommate was holding the muzzle of the gun at him, so close that Zeng Bo could vaguely see a line of coded numbers engraved on the body of the gun, and the rifling in the muzzle.

"Damn, Zeng Bo, real guns!" The roommate's face was full of red light, and he was so excited that he seemed to have received a love letter from his first girlfriend, this metaphor is not so appropriate, Zeng Bo estimated that even if he exchanged the love letter for a gun, most of the idiot roommates still refused.

"You're still at me, psycho!" Zeng Bo hurriedly dodged and glared angrily.

"Hey, cowardly, afraid of an egg? This is a coach's bullet, can you still be killed? The roommate expertly loaded the bullet, then withdrew the magazine and shook it in his hand, and there were five yellow bullets in it, which he had obviously practiced many times.

Before Zeng Bo could speak, a large calloused hand was placed on his roommate's wrist, pressing the muzzle of the gun to the ground.

"As I said, the muzzle of the gun is not allowed at anyone." The instructor looked at the idiot roommate, there was no anger in his eyes, but it was extremely oppressive, as if the roommate who made a mistake was like a mosquito, and was about to be caught in the instructor's slightly frowning brow.

"Empty shells fired at close range will also cause damage to the human body, don't let me see it a second time." The instructor grabbed the gun, pointed to the outside of the shooting range, and ordered, "Go out and run five laps, and then come back to practice shooting." ”

The roommate didn't dare to argue, so he turned around and left, and the instructor turned his head to look at Zeng Bo again.

"Instructor Cheng." Zeng Bo bowed his head respectfully.