The next day, the two-week military training began.

The first week was a platoon training, a whole day of standing, platooning, and drilling, and Mordin didn't find it very boring, anyway, he had enough physical fitness, and this bit of work was nothing at all.

The sun in September was still scorching, and the students stood on the playground without shade sweating profusely but were in high spirits, especially the seven girls who were even more heroic and proud after putting on military uniforms.

The tall girl who laughed at Mordin at the meeting was called Zhou Jie, and from time to time she took advantage of her spare time to come to Mordin and ask him about the mysterious life of the little Taoist, which made Mordin cry and laugh.

The second week of training started to get interesting, it was cross-country obstacle training and firearms training. Cross-country obstacle running has no problem with Mordin, and firearms training is about assembly, disassembly, maintenance, speed and accuracy.

The students sat on the playground with a clean white canvas on the ground in front of them, on which were placed a Type 29 automatic pistol, 10 training rounds, and a combined maintenance tool.

The firearms instructor was a young non-commissioned officer, with a dark face, thin and lean. After he explained to the students the composition of the firearm and the key points of disassembly and assembly, he demonstrated the whole process of disassembling and assembling and maintaining, and the action was quick and neat, taking 37 seconds.

The requirement for students is to complete within 5 minutes.

When the instructor disassembled, Mordin had already memorized his movements, the position of the gun at each step, the placement of the components, the gestures and even the fingers used, and his eyes were like a camera to deeply imprint every detail into Zhihai's memory.

He wanted to give it a try and see how well he could learn, memorize, and reproduce.

When the instructor shouted the command "start", Mordin closed his eyes and picked up the firearm, his fingers moved quickly and accurately, the magazine, circlip, bolt, thimble, barrel barrel, assembly, pressure cartridge, magazine in place, bolt reset in one go, it took 17 seconds! He gently put the gun down and sat there quietly, without raising his hand to indicate completion.

"Why don't you start, this classmate?" the young instructor saw that Mordin was sitting still, and immediately walked over and asked, "Isn't it not?"

"Wait!" a voice came from the side of the queue.

"Captain!" the young instructor immediately stood up and saluted when he saw the person who spoke up.

"This classmate, could you please demonstrate the action you just made again?" the middle-aged officer, who was called the captain by the instructor, walked up to Mordin and said in a gentle tone.

"Yes!" Mordin replied dryly.

"Captain, what do you want to do again? he won't do it at all!" shouted the young instructor.

"Shut up, take a towel and blindfold him!" the middle-aged officer ordered.

"Yes!" the young instructor untied the towel around his neck and blindfolded Mordin.

Mordin smelled the strong smell of sweat on the towel.

"This classmate asks you to prepare, and you are ready to raise your hand. ”

"Okay!" Mordin withdrew the bullets from the magazine, put the gun and tools away, remembered the location, and raised his hand to signal that he was ready.

At this time, the whole class stopped to look at Mordin, and even the instructors nearby ran over to see the excitement.

"Go!" the middle-aged officer ordered.

Mordin's fingers are like the wind, the movements are accurate and coherent, 9 actions to unload the gun, 2 actions to wipe the gun, 8 actions to load the gun, 10 bullets are pressed into the magazine, and the last action is to load the magazine and release the gun.

"16.3 seconds!" the middle-aged instructor reported the time.

"It's 0.7 seconds faster than just now, mainly because it's 0.5 seconds faster to press the bullet. Mordin thought to himself, and then he untied the blindfolded towel, the smell of sweat was too much for him to stand.

For a moment, the eyes of the people around widened and their mouths widened, and no one spoke.

"How is this possible!" The young sect official reacted and immediately shouted.

"Shut up!" said the officer angrily.

"He's a Taoist priest on Donggong Mountain!" Zhou Jie, a female classmate from Jiangsu, exclaimed excitedly: "He knows magic!"

"Haha......!" The crowd of onlookers erupted in laughter, Zhou Jie blushed, and wanted to explain.

This girl has read too many fantasy novels!

"How did you do that, classmate?" the officer pressed down with his hand, motioning for the people to be quiet.

"I've played with this gun at least 10,000 times before!" replied Mordin, who replied lightly, making up a little lie.

The officer looked at Mordine with a suspicious gaze for a long time, and then said gloomily: "You don't need to train in this subject, I will appoint you as an auxiliary instructor." ”

"Yes!" Mordin stood up and gave the officer a standard military salute.

"The others continue training!" the officer said, turning and leaving.

Mordin stepped out of the group, stood beside the young instructor, and handed him the towel.

The instructor looked at him with a monster look for a long time, then turned his head and shouted, "Continue training, start!" Ignoring Mordin, he turned around and began to inspect the students' practice.

Mordin walked around behind him, and when he saw Mei Qing frowning at him, he ignored her. finally came to Zhou Jie's side, stopped, and watched her clumsily dismantle the gun.

She may feel that someone is standing in front of her and watching her, but the girl is a little nervous, and she has not installed a bolt for a long time.

"It's time, put down the gun!" the young instructor ordered: "The students who didn't finish stand up!"

Zhou Jie blushed, put the half-loaded firearm on the canvas, looked up, and saw that it was Mordin, she immediately shouted: "Why are you standing in front of me?

As soon as Mordin wanted to speak, the young instructor immediately reprimanded: "This female classmate contradicted the tutor, violated the discipline of military training, and punished you for running 5 laps around the playground!"

Zhou Jie glared at Mo Ding fiercely, and stomped his feet and ran.

Mordin wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh.

Zhou Jie, this girl is really not ambiguous, she has a slender figure, strong legs, like a running deer around the playground, she finished 5 laps in one breath, stood in front of the instructor and raised her hand to salute: "Report, 5 laps have been completed!" Sweat dripped down her red cheeks, a few strands of hair were wet and sticky to her forehead, her posture was straight, her towering chest rose and fell violently, and her eyes were blazing.

"Homecoming!"

"Yes!" Zhou Jie returned to the queue without squinting, with his chest held high, without even glancing at Mo Ding, who was standing behind the line.

"I'll demonstrate it again, if anyone fails the test, they will be punished!" the instructor snapped. After he had demonstrated it again, he shouted, "Ready, get started!"

There were a total of 5 students who failed the first test, including 3 girls and 2 boys, and they immediately started to move when they heard the command.

Zhou Jie's movements were obviously faster than the first time, I saw her bow her head and concentrate, and her hands skillfully disassembled, maintained, assembled, pressed the magazine and reset, and the bolt reset was completed in one go, and it only took more than 3 minutes.

She put her firearm down and raised her hand to signal completion. The instructor walked over and announced that she had passed the test.

Zhou Jie glanced back at Mo Ding, as if to say: Look! You were the one who killed you last time!

On the last day of the second week, the military training was finally coming to an end.

The subject of this day was live ammunition target shooting, and for the students who had been practicing aiming for a long time, live ammunition target shooting made them very excited.

The car carried the students to the barracks where the instructors were located, and the live-fire target shooting will be carried out at the target shooting site of the unit.

Ten brand-new rifles lay on a small mound of dirt, and next to each rifle lay a magazine for a total of 10 rounds.

The 10 students stood in a row behind the rifles, and the target 100 meters away looked a little small, with a red flag behind the target, and the flag was blown by the wind in the wild.

"Listen to me!" a range commander raised a small flag in his hand: "Lie down, check the gun, press the bullet, aim, shoot!" he waved the small flag downwards vigorously.

"Bang!" "Bang bang!" 10 students shot one after another, on their right front, a display screen can see the bullet hit the bull's eye, each shot, you can adjust the aiming position according to the direction of the bullet on the target.

This time it was a coincidence that Mordin was standing in the third row, and there were 7 girls in the front row, and Zhou Jie was standing in front of him, sharing a target position with him.

The 10 students in the first row finished shooting, put away their guns, and stood up. The results of the target shooting were reported immediately, most of them were between 70 and 80 rings, and the middle-aged instructor captain who was standing on the side nodded his head and expressed his satisfaction. A smile appeared on the young instructor's face.

Seven girls and three boys in the second row also completed shooting according to the password, and Mordin noticed that Zhou Jie's marksmanship was quite good, and he actually hit 93 rings! This is the best target shooting result among military trainees this year.

After the little girl finished reporting her results, she turned her head to look at Mordin proudly, her eyes full of provocation.

It was Mordin's turn to be in the third row, and the nine boys followed the instructions to lie down, press the bullets, take aim, and prepare to shoot.

Mordin looked at the red circle in the middle of the target a hundred meters away, which was an area of 10 rings, about 15 centimeters in diameter. In the eyes of ordinary people, a bull's-eye the size of a palm 100 meters away is only the size of a coin, and it is difficult to aim.

But Mordin's eyesight is far beyond ordinary people, and the 100-meter target seems to be close to him.

He wanted to test his eyesight and touch.

The ruler was adjusted, the groove was sleeved to the crosshair, and the wind direction and speed were felt, slightly to the right by 5 cm, and the trigger was pulled down.

"Bang!" the bullet whizzed towards the bull's-eye.

Ten rings!

Mordine kept his posture unchanged, his hands not moving and aiming at the position he had just taken.

"Bang!" a second shot was fired.

The reading on the display is still 10 rings, and there is no increase.

"Off target?" The classmates standing behind him looked at Mordin and the display screen in surprise, no one had missed the target today!

Mordin ignored their arguments and was followed by a third and a fourth...... The tenth shot was fired in one go.

The number of rings shown on the display is still the same, it is still the 10 rings of the first shot.

"Mordine misses 9 targets!"

"How could he miss 9 targets, his first shot was 10 rings!"

"Who knows how he got his first shot!"

The argument alarmed the instructor, who walked up to Mordin's target position and saw the number of 10 rings on the monitor, and his face suddenly darkened.

"What's going on? Why did you miss 9 targets?" the instructor asked sharply.

"The wind is strong and the sand is blind. Mordin stood up and rubbed his eyes.

"Failed target shooting!" The young instructor immediately announced that he could not make up the target exam.

The classmates started talking about it as soon as they "made an uproar", but they didn't expect that Mordin, who was still acting as an auxiliary instructor a few days ago, actually failed the target shooting results, some made fun of it, and some sympathized. The fat man Jin Sheng walked over and patted Mordin's shoulder: "Dude, don't be discouraged, your other grades are excellent, and the total score of military training will be passed." ”

Mordin smiled at Jin Sheng and patted the back of his hand, his eyes glanced at Zhou Jie, only to see her chin raised, like a little rooster who had won a battle, with a small nose cocked and eyes looking at the sky.

The middle-aged officer walked up to Mordin's target position and looked at the 10 rings that Mordin had punched out on the monitor. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, the bullet hole seemed to be a little larger than the usual bullet hole.

With a sharp start, he quickly stepped forward and operated on the monitor a few times, bringing up the monitoring record of Mordin's aiming.

On the side of the crosshair position of each rifle, an aiming surveillance camera is installed. The camera is connected to the monitor via a cable and records every shot of the firearm.

From the picture called up by the monitor, it can be seen that Mordin's first meow is very accurate, so there is no accident in the 10 rings. Second aiming...... No, the second aim is exactly the same as the first one, and it should be 10 rings, but why is there no result? Could it be that the bullet in the second lesson passed through the bullet hole of the first shot?

"This can't be!" the middle-aged officer muttered in a low voice as he quickly rolled back, the third shot, the fourth shot...... The 8 guns in the back are aimed exactly at the same position, but there is only one bullet hole in the target!

"This can't be!" the middle-aged officer's muttering turned into a low roar!

He looked back at Mordin's aiming record, which showed that Mordin's aiming was absolutely fine, with only one bullet hole, and all 10 bullets passed through one bullet hole.

"And the sand blinded the eyes!" roared the middle-aged officer, looking at Mordine with an incredulous question in his eyes.