This Sunday is off, Chen Ming has a fairly comfortable life, and there is no training arranged in the class, nor does he arrange classes.

It's just that in the evening, Zhao Lifei organized them to explain some details of tomorrow's gun award, including the oath or something, and asked everyone to recite it a few times, except for these, it can be said that they have rested the most comfortably since entering the barracks.

Of course, this is not the case with some activists.

Fill in the pit in the morning, go to the joint logistics department in the afternoon to help carry it, and have a fulfilling life, but the evaluation afterwards is not very good, and the third shift leader cursed for two hours, and it was not until after the late roll call that the fire was completely extinguished.

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The next morning.

After breakfast, without waiting for Chen Ming and them to ask when they would start teaching guns, they were arranged by Zhao Lifei to line up at the door of the canteen.

More than 100 people in the entire recruit company stood neatly in the open space, without saying a word.

Chen Ming stood at the front of the queue and watched Jiang Platoon and several squad leaders carry one army green wooden box after another from the car, the boxes were nothing special, and they all looked unpretentious.

It's just that the four big characters "military management supplies" are sprayed with paint directly above the box, and there is a seal on the opening of the box, and a big red seal is stamped on it.

It looks particularly solemn.

Gun?

Chen Ming's eyes were slightly condensed, his breathing was slightly short, after entering the army, he did have an attitude of long-term development, with his experience, he also knew that the gun was a burden to training for veterans most of the time.

But, one yard to one yard, when he thought about it, he was not as excited as the recruits, and when he really put it in front of him, he couldn't help but start looking forward to it.

Since yesterday morning, the squad leaders had already explained in advance that they would be given guns today, so when they saw so many boxes being brought down, the other recruits also guessed what was inside.

And he was even more excited.

Enlisting in the army, the most expected thing is to hold a steel gun across the field, from then on different from ordinary youth, which man is not eager to get a gun of his own, and then shuttle through the fire of bullets and bullets?

"I went, I was finally able to touch the gun, I called home yesterday, and a friend from my hometown asked me if I had seen a gun, and I was embarrassed to say anything."

Wang Shuaibing rubbed his hands excitedly.

"yes, after staying up for so long, I've finally come out."

Dong Ke also said with his eyes shining on the side.

The recruits of the other classes were equally excited, and in the queue, there were voices of discussion from time to time, and everyone was ready to move.

Jiang Peng noticed everyone's reaction, and smiled and arranged for the squad leaders to open all the boxes.

When the shiny smooth rifle appeared in front of the recruits, the queue was almost chaotic.

Many people took a few steps forward, craned their necks and looked inside the box.

In that posture, I couldn't wait to rush up, hold the gun, and kiss the two.

"What? Get back! ”

"Let me find out who is messing around and can't stand in line, so they will all be pulled to the training ground to strengthen your queue practice."

There was a squad leader yelling on the side, and many frightened recruits retracted their necks and didn't dare to move.

Jiang Peng came to the front of the queue with a smile, glanced around, and said loudly: "All of them, stand upright, take a break."

"Comrades, first of all, I want to congratulate you, today is the day of our guns, do you know what is in the box next to me?"

"Guns." Everyone responded in unison.

"Yes, but it's not comprehensive, the gun is the second life of the soldier, and the gun ceremony can be called a coming-of-age ceremony in a sense, a coming-of-age ceremony that belongs to the soldiers."

"Comrades, after more than a month of training and your performance in the evaluation field, the ability of each and every one of your comrades has been improved, and the spirit of hard work and perseverance has been recognized by the brigade headquarters."

"Giving a gun is also an important sign that you are moving from a recruit to a warrior."

"I hope that you must cherish this honor, take this responsibility, and don't live up to your mission, understand?"

"Understood."

The sound of the response, deafening, and the passionate atmosphere infected Chen Ming a little excited, even if he was well-informed and had seen real guns, but after all, he had never played it.

Subsequently, the barracks broadcast a loud military song, lingering over the canteen and dormitory, and the gun awarding ceremony seemed to be inherently solemn and solemn.

The moment the song sounded, no one in the queue gave an order, and Chen Ming and the others uniformly changed from a resting posture to a standing upright.

One recruit after another straightened his waist, like a javelin, faintly sharp.

The ceremony began.

Jiang Peng opened the roster in his hand and said in a loud voice: "When you read your name, step forward to get the gun."

"Chen Ming."

"Here."

Chen Ming stood straight, raised his head and responded loudly, took a step forward, and after coming out of the ranks, he quickly closed his fists around his waist, trotted in front of Jiang Peng, stood upright, and saluted.

Jiang Peng glanced up at him, took the spear from the squad leader behind him, compared it with the roster, and said, "Recruit Chen Ming, I now grant you the Type 95-1 automatic rifle with the 061061 number."

"Taking over this steel gun means shouldering the sacred mission entrusted to you by the country, and I hope you can love this steel gun as much as you love life."

"Brave the hardships and dangers, strive to be the first, can you do it?"

"Yes."

Chen Ming's categorical response.

"Take the gun."

Jiang Peng handed the gun to Chen Ming with both hands, and Chen Ming solemnly took the gun and held it to his chest.

The gun is cold to the hand and weighs the same as the average air rifle of the gym model, but it feels heavier.

The other recruits saw that Chen Ming had already got his own gun, and their eyes showed envy and anticipation.

"Get in the queue."

"Yes."

Chen Ming turned around and returned to the queue with the gun, silently reciting the gun number in his heart, and it was also at this moment that he understood the heavy mission of the soldier more deeply.

From the beginning of joining the army and entering the camp, responsibility and mission have basically been on the lips of the squad leader, and from time to time they come out to say a few words.

But before that, responsibility and mission for many recruits, it was at most two different words, a slogan between recruits, just like the "five kilometers, I love you", shouting on the lips, which can be regarded as a witness to wearing a military uniform.

I didn't feel much in my heart.

It is not enough to understand what real responsibility is.

Now that the steel gun is in hand, everything does not need to be repeated, and every recruit who receives the gun is very dignified.

Soon, with the last recruit stepping forward to receive the gun, the gun awarding ceremony finally ended.

Jiang Peng ordered people to move the wooden boxes back to the car, and then his eyes swept over the faces of all the recruits, and then he spoke: "Comrades, from today onwards, you have another title, that is, --- soldiers."

"Come, all of them, swear to me."

Jiang Peng said, raised his right hand into a fist, and solemnly held it in his ear.

Turn left and face the flag fluttering at the entrance of the training ground not far away.

"I swear that I will take care of the equipment as if I love my own life, strictly implement the equipment management regulations, correctly operate, use and maintain the equipment, study hard, train hard, and improve..."

Jiang Peng took an oath at the front.

Chen Ming and the others clenched their right fists together in the rear, raising them in their ears, and everyone looked serious, their voices were neat, and their voices were loud.

It seems to have the potential to break through the clouds.