"Deputy Commander, is this soldier commissioner you are talking about an officer?"

As soon as Xia Lin sat down, Ji Xiu'an, who was sitting on his left hand, asked with some confusion.

Xia Lin's plan for the soldiers' committee system was only submitted to Viscount Hart for seeing, and these senior officers of the new army had never heard of it, and when they heard that Xia Lin was suddenly going to establish a soldiers' committee system, they couldn't help but be a little curious and worried.

"Of course, but their system is different from yours, and in the new army, I will have two kinds of commanders.

You will be the military commanders, responsible for the battles and training, and they will be the political commanders, responsible for solving the demands of the soldiers, unifying their minds, and giving them the will to fight.

But don't worry! They will never interfere with your command when it comes to fighting."

Xia Lin patiently explained.

"Sounds a bit like a chaplain from the Six Nations Order Army in the North."

Laiyin, who was sitting opposite, said thoughtfully.

"Yes, their position in the military is somewhat similar to that of the chaplains, but they are not preaching the evil brilliance of the god of evil light, but the ideas that we enlightened and business alliances need them to have."

"What do the Enlightened need for the minds that the soldiers have? Deputy Head Xia Lin, what is this?"

Kishoan asked, confused.

"I'll explain this to you after I write it out! Now let's eat first, and you, as the battalion commander and company commander, still have a lot to do!"

In response to Ji Xiu'an's doubts, Xia Lin smiled, lowered his head and continued to eat breakfast.

After the recruits had breakfast, they first continued to study the "New Army Infantry Drill Code" for a while under the leadership of the literacy teachers and officers, and when they were almost finished eating, they followed the guidance of the instructors to the playground and began a new day of training.

Today, however, the content of their training was different from the past, and when the recruits had finished marching in line, the instructors of each class called the squad leader and deputy squad leader to follow the quartermaster under Darius to the storehouse not far away.

Under the curious gaze of the soldiers, they brought in a cart of boxes nailed with planks and iron nails produced in a steel processing plant, and several flatbed trucks covered with thick tarpaulins with some strange long cylindrical things, which were transported in the direction of the 1st Artillery Company.

"Hey, Bud, what do you think those things are?"

In the 1311 class, Wells took advantage of the platoon commander's inattention and quietly poked Bud's arm with his elbow and asked quietly.

However, he didn't get a response from Bard, and after listening to Xia Lin's disciplinary requirements, in order to become a soldier councilor, Bard decided to demand himself with this request made by Xia Lin, the deputy head of the regiment, and now naturally he would not pay attention to his companion.

Seeing Bard's serious appearance, Welston was bored and refocused his gaze on the wooden crates that had been unloaded from the flatbed.

The instructors didn't let him wait long, and soon used crowbars to pry open the wooden boxes, revealing wooden sticks wrapped in straw, which seemed to be the new weapon called the Type 1391 Type 2 rifle that Deputy Head Xia Lin showed them last night.

"All three platoons are there, take your men and follow this Andre Quartermaster to erect these targets!"

As soon as the company commander gave the order, the officers of the third platoon replied loudly:

"Yes! Sir!"

Then, under the curious gaze of their fellow men, they went to the clearing where some strange wooden signs were stacked, and picked up a wooden sign about the size of an adult's upper body, with strange circles painted on it, and a roll of rope.

Then a quartermaster, led by a quartermaster, trotted over to the open space in the middle of the 1st Battalion playground, lowering the rope as they ran, and when the rope was finished, they planted a target at the end of the rope.

"Report! The 133rd platoon successfully completed the mission!"

"Good! All 133 platoons are back!"

In this way, in just twenty minutes, a large shooting range appeared in front of the first battalion.

The range, which has 44 shooting positions, is capable of accommodating all members of a platoon at the same time for shooting training.

"Squad leaders, come up and get your squad rifles!"

When the Type 2 rifle with a shiny surface was sent to Wells, he immediately touched the strange new weapon curiously, and it was very hard to imagine that Deputy Commander Xia Lin would ask them mud monkeys to use such strange wooden sticks to confront those terrible knights.

"I believe everyone knew that this wooden stick was a new weapon equipped by our new army during their theoretical study last night!

This wooden stick will be called the 1391 Type 2 rifle in the future, the operation and specific structure of the last night everyone also learned a rough idea, today we will carry out the actual shooting training! Now I'm going to show you the steps, postures, and points of shooting with a rifle!"

The platoon commander of the 131st platoon, who came from the security team, stood in front of more than 40 people, took off the Type 2 rifle on his shoulder, and first made a basic squatting shooting action:

"It's called crouching shooting, and it's very simple, but there are a lot of points in it.

There is a universal mantra here, hold the gun steadily, keep the body upright, keep the elbow fixed, support the shoulder, three points and one line, intentionally aim, unintentionally fire......

Under the curious eyes of the recruits, the platoon commander of the 131st platoon explained and demonstrated the key points of the three basic shooting positions one by one, and then began to explain the specific steps of using the rifle.

From holding a gun to loading to aiming, and finally to shooting, he carefully explained to the soldiers in his platoon according to what he had memorized in the previous special training.

"Don't think we can't defeat the knights, in fact, this new weapon called the rifle is far more powerful than you think, deputy platoon commander, and I will show them a demonstration!"

After the platoon commander of the 131st platoon finished explaining, he saw that many people were holding Type 2 rifles with a tangled look, and the platoon commander of the 131st platoon, who had the same experience, naturally knew what they were thinking.

At the beginning, he was informed by the boss of Xia Lin that he would include them in the new army for training, and when he confronted the knights in the future, he was completely uncertain, and it was not until he realized the power of rifles and artillery in the training that he eliminated his fear of the knights.

"Yes! Platoon commander!"

The deputy platoon commander took out a stack of eight pre-prepared wooden frisbees, waited for the platoon commander to prepare for shooting, and then flew the frisbees one by one to a no-man's land.

"Bang bang bang!

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A cacophony of sounds rang out across the playground, and along with these sounds and white smoke, three of the eight frisbees that swept through the air were quickly shattered to pieces by an invisible force as the recruits of the 131st platoon were staring at in amazement.

"Still not so good!"

Waving away the smoke around him with his hand and looking at his results on the ground, the platoon commander of the 131st platoon reluctantly moved his big-brimmed hat.

In the previous special training regulations, frisbee shooting three out of eight did not even reach the passing level, after all, the rate of fire of the Type 2 rifle is so fast, even if it is roughly aimed at an area, you can shoot down one or two frisbees at will.

"Anyway, that's about it, the Type 2 rifle can fire eight shots of lead bullets in a row, and it's powerful enough to pierce through plate armor, so we don't have to worry about not being able to fight the knights, now let's start training in the gun position!

According to the battalion commander's explanation, the platoon that has finished training early can go to the shooting range for shooting training as soon as possible, and everyone must refuel if they want to use these new weapons as soon as possible!"

The platoon commander of the 131st platoon smiled at the stunned recruits, put the Type 2 rifle back on his shoulder, and walked to the other platoons of the first battalion.

Although the record of the third of the eight is really unmatched, the shooting level of the platoon commander of the 131st platoon is still good among many new non-commissioned officers.

The platoon commanders of the other platoons of the first battalion, as well as the recruits who had just been selected from the industrial park, did not even master the various shooting points themselves, so they had to be specially trained security team veterans to help these platoon commanders demonstrate.

Thanks to the fact that the platoon commander in his platoon is a "veteran".

, the 131st platoon quickly completed the posture training.

Then some ignorant recruits followed the deputy platoon commander to the shooting range, and each of them was issued a row of eight rounds of paper-shelled bullets.

Under the guidance of the officer in charge of the shooting range, after actually operating the process of loading with bridge clips, they went to their respective target positions and began to shoot in a shooting position according to the results of their previous training.

"Hold the gun steadily, and be upright ......"

Bard recited the shooting mantra given by the platoon commander as if he were praying to a god in a templar church, adjusting his posture and keeping his right eye firmly fixed on the half-human target about a hundred meters away as required by the three-point line.

The half-human-sized target at this distance looked like a cockroach in his eyes, and he could see a general outline clearly, but if he looked further at the center of the red dot that they needed to aim at according to the instructors, it was basically impossible.

Several instructors and their deputy platoon commanders also came over from time to time to correct the posture of several people, checking whether their cutouts were turned on and whether the fast and slow machines had hit the single-shot mode.

Since Bard listened carefully, there was nothing wrong with his posture now, and he was soon ignored here.

"Ready!"

"Shoot! Beep ——!"

With a whistle, Bard instinctively pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" When the gunshot, which didn't sound too big before, rang out in his ears, it seemed a little deafening.

The recoil of the buckshot suddenly made Bard unable to control the muzzle of the gun, and it also made him realize that he had fired a shot of lead bullet that, according to the platoon commander, could easily kill the knight at close range.

Luckily, Bud remembered to change the Type 2 rifle's firing mode to single shots, otherwise he would have wasted the next few shots due to such recoil.

Bud had a blast in his ears, his shoulder ached from the top of his rifle, and his nose was made to sneeze from the pungent white smoke, but there was a subtle sense of excitement in his heart.

It's a feeling that comes from recruits realizing that they have really come into contact with a weapon used to kill, some excited and excited, others restless and nervous.

"Keep shooting! Watch the gun body! Beep ——!"

After the range instructor reminded loudly and continued to blow the whistle, Bard realized that he had pulled the trigger to the end and had not released it.

He hurriedly followed the instructor's instructions and pulled the trigger again, and this time with preparation, he used the strength of his strong muscles to easily control the muzzle jump.

"Hit?"

Bud seemed to tremble when he saw the target, which was a sign that the instructor had told them to hit the target, but it was so far away that Bud couldn't confirm it.

He could only follow the whistles of the instructors, pull the trigger one after another, and wait until he finished firing a round of eight bullets in a crouching position, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.