Chapter Forty-Nine: Background?

The training ground of the training team is scattered according to the mountain, and it is not close to running down in a circle around the outermost circle.

Although it has not been accurately measured, it should be seven or eight hundred meters down in one lap.

And since it is built according to the mountain, it will definitely not be flat, not to mention either uphill or downhill, and it is full of shrubs and ditches.

Liu Yi's first circle and a half were running down in a daze, and he was peeking at the female officer in the direction of the shooting training ground the whole time.

When he saw people from a distance before, Liu Yi faintly felt that the figure looked a little familiar. When I ran closer and saw the face, although I didn't recognize it, I still felt familiar.

The problem is, no matter how much he thinks, he can't remember where he has seen this woman in front of him who is not outstanding.

When he was running laps, Liu Yi's brain was not idle. After all, he has not been in the army for a long time, and he basically didn't know any soldiers before joining the army.

So, if he really saw her, there was a good chance that it would have been in the last few months.

But...... I can't remember it!

Seeing that the two laps were about to be finished, the star squad leader came back with two fighters carrying ammunition boxes.

Soon, a logistics officer began to distribute ammunition.

Liu Yi didn't react until this time, and he had to take the assessment later.

Rapid-fire, wheezing after running five laps, what do you have to do.

In a hurry, he couldn't care about pondering the female instructor anymore. With the force under his feet, the speed was suddenly raised by a section.

He had to run as fast as he could, with enough buffer time to calm his breathing and heartbeat.

There are 10 target positions for the 50-meter chest ring target on the shooting training ground, and more than 30 people can shoot all four rounds in the case of a positive line.

However, female officers require one person to have two targets, plus two groups of people to participate in the middle of the assessment, there must be a gap.

Therefore, the assessment time has been greatly extended.

The female instructor behaved neatly and outrageously, and did not give everyone much time to prepare.

As soon as the ammunition was distributed, it was announced that the first group of members had entered the firing position.

The first group of five people entered the position with guns and lay down, and the squad leader had just given the order to check the firearms.

Without warning, the female officer shouted, "Begin!"

At the same time, she had pressed the chronograph stopwatch in her hand......

The five boys at the target position panicked at once, and there was only forty seconds of shooting time in their heads.

The two boys didn't recognize the target, so they hurriedly pushed the bullet and began to shoot with a crackle.

The other two were not so panicked, but when they heard that others had already started shooting, they hurriedly pulled the trigger

The rest is a third-level old cannon. He is old and has a calm personality.

suppressed the impatience in his heart, first recognized his two target positions, and then pushed the bullet to load, and pulled the trigger rhythmically one by one.

Forty seconds passed in a flash, and the four panicked boys ran out of thirty bullets within the allotted time.

However, the results were miserable, and the best one was only 243 rings. The second place is only one hundred and seventy-one rings.

It was the third-level old gun, and he had only finished twenty-one rounds......

If you think about it, the kid with the best grades can play an average of 8 or 1 rings in a panic, which is actually very wrong.

However, there were a total of thirty-seven bullet holes on his two target papers.

And the kid in the shooting position next to him, one target paper was completely empty, and there were only nine gun holes on the other target paper.

As a result, in the first group, the only one who performed reasonably well, the results were invalidated.

The female instructor did not give everyone time to discuss at all, and the first group had just left the field after picking up the shells.

Immediately, he shouted: "The second group, out of the ranks!"

The second group was talking in a whisper with the others, when they suddenly heard a shout.

One by one, they came out of the line with apprehension and entered the firing position......

Liu Yi, who had just started running the fourth lap, was even more anxious when he saw that the process was so fast. In a panic, he didn't pay attention to his feet, stepped on the air, and fell hard.

Lying on the ground and glancing in the direction of the training ground, he found that no one noticed his humiliation, so he quickly got up and continued to run.

After running five laps in one go, most of the assessment has been carried out. With a sweat on his head, he returned to the shooting training ground out of breath.

In the midst of a crackling gunshot, shouting: "Report!"

The female officer glanced at Liu Yi and spit out impatiently: "Enter the ranks!"

"Yes!"

After Liu Yi responded loudly, he stood in the queue of the training team for the first time in a few days.

And standing beside him was Song Ruobo, Young Master Song.

Young Master Song was originally just standing on the edge of the training ground to "hide", and he should take a look at the excitement.

After the female instructor appeared, she first subdued Instructor Sun. Then, the whole team assembled.

Young Master Song originally wanted to say that he was injured and could not participate in the training.

But after looking at the female instructor with a vague chill gaze, the logical excuse was speechless. With a muffled voice, he stood directly on the tail of the queue.

I pondered in my heart: "It's mostly shooting training, what is there to be afraid of when shooting guns." ”

Song Ruobo's recruit assessment results are almost at the bottom.

The reason why he used the word "almost" was because he had a good performance in the shooting assessment and was ranked in the top five of the recruit company.

This is still a result when his performance is not ideal.

After all, he was a child who grew up in a military compound, and when he was in kindergarten, he shot a pistol with the assistance of the old man's guard.

When I was in elementary school, I didn't count how many bullets I had in five or six semi-automatic arms.

The Bayi Bar was not fully equipped with troops back then, and it was not a new thing for him.

With this foundation, if Song Ruobo's shooting performance is poor, I am afraid that he will be beaten to death by the old man.

Of course, Song Dashao is still self-aware. He knew his achievements, and in the ordinary army, he could easily rank upstream.

But at present, in this training team where metamorphosis converges, it is still not enough to see. But...... I guess it shouldn't be at the bottom.

After listening to the female instructor's assessment introduction, the other team members were all in their hearts, but Song Dashao was happy.

Although Song Dashao has never tried the new "gameplay" of hitting double targets at a specified time, he already likes to shoot fast guns.

Controlling time can affect performance for others. For him, it didn't have much impact.

Especially after the first few groups, the results can be said to be miserable.

So, Song Dashao was even happier, holding back his strength in his heart, making a dazzling result, and taking a good look.

Then, at this time, Liu Yi stood by his side.

Song Dashao, who was originally in high spirits, instantly tensed up.

Although he knew that in public, the kid surnamed Liu would definitely not dare to make a move against him. But the tension was still uncontrollable.

Especially when I think of the tragic image of Qi Hai and Cui Pingjie, my heart is even more hairy.

Liu Yi didn't notice Song Ruobo's eyes when he peeked at him, he was adjusting his breathing.

Wait for the heart rate to drop a little, divide a mouthful of saliva several times, swallow slowly with the breath, and quickly enter the state of spitting......