Chapter 96

It is night. The night is surprisingly dark and the visibility is particularly low. It is said that such a night is very suitable for Liang shangjunzi's activities, but not for shooting targets.

However, in the shooting range of the tiger regiment, it is a busy and lively scene.

According to company commander Yu zhanhu's intention, Xiao Yongzheng, the first squad leader, led the soldiers and commanded them to quickly arrange the shooting range. Erect the target board, paste the target paper, draw the shooting ground wire, set obstacles, arrange the shooting range service, and so on, so as to make all corresponding preparations for the next shooting competition.

The interest and morale of a group of soldiers are very high. They are eager to try. Everyone's face is filled with an excited and confident smile. After long and hard training, all of them are confident that such a scout can shoot easily in the competition. It should not be a problem to win such a recruit's egg.

Cheng Chong is alone in the crowd. In the tiger regiment and the sharp knife reconnaissance company, he has not fully integrated into the big family. In this place, for him, only the recruit company has been busy training in this compound for three months, and he is still very strange to the people and things here.

From time to time, soldiers squint past Cheng Chong, showing contempt and even provocation, and occasionally say something ironic and particularly stimulating:

"Ha! See? This is the bird soldier before our tiger regiment. He is a full spearhead soldier. He doesn't have any special ability, but he dares to fight with the monitor when he is still a recruit company. He's not a good soldier."

"It's said that he was transferred to the plateau frontier defense. Why did he come back? Was it because the bird soldier was stabbed there and the plateau frontier defense returned him? Or because he did something else? Ha ha!"

"I don't know what he did at the frontier post on the plateau! It seems that his wings have hardened after not seeing him for several months. He dares to compete with the brothers of our sharp knife reconnaissance company. Is it a bit too high and too much?"

Such provocative and sharp words, like steel needles and sharp tools, pierce the intestines and break the belly, straight into the heart. But he can't refute them on the spot. After all, he basically has no mass base here. Even the fierce verbal refutation is empty and weak after all.

What's more, many of what they said were objective facts. They didn't make up for themselves. They made up for themselves inexplicably. They really had a fight with the monitor. They also really went to the plateau and served as border guards, and now they are really redeployed back.

What's more, even if you are eloquent, it's hard to argue and talk!

What else is there to refute? Some things can only be endured.

In the dark, although he was in the crowd, Cheng Chong felt very lonely, so he had to bear it silently, even in his heart. He can't break out violently to them on the spot. It's not that he doesn't dare, but that he doesn't want to take all kinds of gossip they have about himself. After all, everyone hears gold!

At this time, Cheng Chong began to miss the life of the frontier guards on the plateau and the lonely half moon checkpoint. There, although it is difficult to see an outsider all year round, the environment is extremely poor, and all kinds of conditions are extremely bad, the eight soldiers in the class are closely united, care for each other and love each other. Even a small thing of any person can affect the hearts of everyone in the class.

There, although he was far away from the prosperity of the world and his comrades in arms seemed to be abandoned by the world, he didn't feel lonely at that time.

On the contrary, at the moment, I feel very lonely and incomparably lonely when I am in the excitement of the crowd. They are not only not recognized by the people around them, but also misunderstood and even excluded by them. Therefore, the excitement is theirs. Only the infinite loneliness belongs to themselves and embraces themselves.

At the moment, Cheng Chong began to have an impulse to return to the checkpoint, but reason soon told him that it was impossible? I can only stay and continue to forge ahead, so I must win this less formal game. Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't stand a firm foothold in this strong reconnaissance company.

And I want to prove it to them. I want them to completely re understand me. Isn't the army a place for the strong to survive? Isn't it a place where the strong can win honor and respect? Aren't you very strong, very good, very good? Well, anyway, I will be stronger than you, better than you, and better than you.

At that time, let you all open your titanium eyes and have a good look. Who the fuck is the real strong one?

In the dark night, Cheng Chong's face was as cold as iron, and he vowed stubbornly in his heart.

The game hasn't started yet! Are you sure you will win? I don't think so! Most scouts can shoot this subject. Although you have trained day and night and for a long time, your skills have long been perfect.

But I'm not a vegetarian. I worked hard when I was training the backbone of scouts, and got special care from min Jie, a shooting instructor with extremely high shooting skills. I may not be worse than you in this subject.

And more importantly, I have had actual combat experience, especially night combat experience. I once caught up with the No. 100 militants in the middle of the night, and the results are brilliant, which is far beyond your comparison.

No matter how complex and difficult the subject of how capable scouts are, they only simulate the battlefield infinitely. However, the simulated battlefield can not be compared with the real battlefield. Otherwise, all soldiers who have not participated in any real battlefield can boast that they have been on the battlefield.

In the simulated battlefield, soldiers can shoot directly unprepared and unhurried. In the real battlefield, no one can do this. After all, when you rack your brains to take the enemy as your live target, the enemy is also trying to turn you into his live target.

Come on! Come on! If you want to compete, have a good competition. One point is higher than the other, and fight it out.

At the moment, Yu zhanhu looked at all this with great interest in the dark. He had his own plan for a long time.

In the army, whether soldiers or officers, or even the whole army, they need to constantly compete with each other, especially when there is a lack of opportunities for actual combat.

Because only by comparing can we find each other's weaknesses, only by comparing can we find each other's gaps, only by comparing can we know who is the real strong, and only by constantly comparing can we fully mobilize the enthusiasm and morale of the soldiers.

The hot and passionate steel barracks are always in a strong atmosphere of mutual comparison. They are more than training, military quality, internal affairs, singing, even eating and going to the toilet. In short, everything is proud of being overwhelmed by the other party and deeply ashamed of being overwhelmed by the other party.

Yu zhanhu thought that when he was still in the recruit company, he fell in love with Cheng Chong. He knew that he was a good soldier, but he was too stubborn, rebellious and a full prick. He was really not so tame. This is why I want to temporarily transfer him to the plateau border defense and let him practice there. This practice is also said in the army, commonly known as "removing stabs".

Now I've tried my best to get this boy back from the plateau border defense. I don't know whether it's right or not. But the game will come sooner or later. If he wants to gain a foothold in his powerful sharp knife reconnaissance company and get everyone's acceptance and recognition, he must win the game. Otherwise, he may be difficult to raise his head in the company, and he will feel very ashamed and even unable to explain to the commander.

"Cheng Chong, you bastard, is there no problem?" Yu zhanhu pretended to turn around as if nothing had happened, then turned to Cheng Chong as if nothing had happened, blinked his big eyes and asked casually.

"No problem, company commander, please rest assured." In the dark, Cheng Chong hurriedly stood at attention, holding an Bayi rifle, answered decisively and confidently, looking very firm.

"Good boy, I'll be fucking angry when I listen to this. I'll fight hard for me in a moment and win those arrogant little rabbits. As long as you win them, I have some ways to deal with them. Look at them one by one every day. They're almost floating." Yu zhanhu, who originally carried his hands on his back, reached out and patted Cheng Chong on the shoulder. At the same time, he symbolically arranged Cheng Chong's clothes.

"Yes! I must have won them!" Cheng Chong was encouraged and became more and more motivated.

At the moment, he knew in his heart that his game was not only related to his foothold in the reconnaissance company, but also related to the face of the company commander who had always looked up to him, and he had boasted that he must win the game and must not lose.

Otherwise, he will not only hit himself in the face, but also the face of the company commander who has always been arrogant and crazy. This must not happen.

Cheng Chong immediately felt great pressure because he was carrying too much, but he didn't have half a minute of timidity and retreat. Even, he still stubbornly shouted in his heart: come on! Just put your horse here!

When the lights at both ends of the shooting range lit up, the game began.

The Scout's ability to shoot at night belongs to the scope of the Scout's three shooting exercises. Since it's shooting at night, there must be some necessary light. Otherwise, as long as it's tens of meters away, the shooter without night vision equipment can't even see the shadow of a target. What fun is shooting!

Therefore, when scouts can shoot at night, they will always set up several weak lights at a distance of about 50 meters on both sides of the shooting range. At most, these lights can only enable the soldiers to roughly find the location of the target, but can not really see it clearly.

However, this is fully sufficient for well-trained scouts.

At the beginning of shooting, a group of soldiers who had long been eager to try, jumped out bravely one by one in full view of the public, especially under the observation and supervision of the company commander, showed all their skills, wanted to win the game, and was recognized and determined by the company commander again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Bayi rifle sounded one after another in the hands of the vigorous scouts. Under the skilled operation of the scouts, warheads scorched by gunpowder roared out of the barrel and pulled out long tongues of fire.

Almost without exception, all the impact points hit the targets that appeared and disappeared quickly. It was a carnival between rifles and bullets. It was a hearty shooting performance by a group of soldiers. They are well-trained. When shooting, they are familiar with the road and are familiar with it. They don't encounter any obstacles, let alone stagnation for half a second.

The soldiers of class 1 came on stage one after another, and there was constant gunfire on the shooting range. After each soldier finished shooting, the target announcer in charge of shooting range service would immediately report the target through the walkie talkie. There is almost no doubt that all the soldiers finished shooting within the specified time, and none of the bullets hit the empty, but they all hit the target.

After all, the tiger regiment of the northwest military region is not built, the sharp knife reconnaissance company of the tiger regiment is not built, and the sharp knife squad 1 of the sharp knife reconnaissance company is not built.

"Do you admit defeat? It's still time to admit defeat, so as not to lose face when you play, huh!" Ye Xiaochuan, the deputy squad leader of class 1, asked Cheng Chong with a very provocative smile. The deputy squad leader compared this subject with Cheng Chong during the training of the backbone of the scouts. He thought he knew Cheng Chong's shooting level very well.

What he doesn't know is that Cheng Chong at the moment is different from the past. He should treat each other with admiration on the third day of his leave, not to mention more than three months! After three months of intensive training for the backbone of scouts and the tireless training of instructor min Jie, his shooting level has long been different.

Moreover, he has actual combat experience that he has not disclosed because of the need for confidentiality.

Admit defeat! Fuck you! The word "admit defeat" has never appeared in Laozi's dictionary. Don't say that you are pointing a rifle at the target at this moment! At this moment, even pointing at my head, I will never admit defeat to you. As for humiliation, it's too early to say at the moment. We don't know who will be humiliating at that time?

Cheng Chong's mouth tilted slightly upward on one side, completely ignored Hui Ye Xiaochuan's provocative words, and then threw a disdainful look at him. Quan should reply to him.

When it was Cheng Chong's turn to play, he still took a deep breath. Although he despised the provocative words of the class in front of him and even ye Xiaochuan, the achievements of all the soldiers of class I were clearly in front of him. All their bullets hit the target and were completed within the specified time.

This achievement, no matter who is in front of it, is heavy and can give people unlimited pressure.

But what if so? To tell the truth, I really don't know whether I can win or not, but I will face it calmly and go all out. As for the result, I can't completely control it.

The so-called plan depends on man, and success depends on heaven. It's not in vain to do your best.

Since the commander of the shooting range gave the command of "start shooting", Cheng Chong jumped out like a feeding cheetah. At the moment of jumping out, he had quickly changed into a live ammunition clip and quickly opened the safety to pull the gun. Almost before the first target appeared, he had completed the preparation for shooting.

With the orderly appearance of the target, the highly nervous Cheng Chong quickly pulled the trigger. One bullet after another shot accurately fired at a high speed at the target after another. After penetrating the target violently, the speed hardly decreased and continued to roar away to the depths of the night.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Although the action of chengchong shooting is not very skilled, the action of shooting is extremely fast. Because at the moment, he didn't regard the shooting as a shooting range competition at all, but as a real battle. In his eyes, the rapidly emerging targets were not targets at all, but living enemies.

In order to survive on the battlefield, you must kill the enemy accurately at the moment he appears, otherwise you will be in danger.

With real experience, he combined the targets in the shooting range closely with the militants organized by Yidong, so he fought very smoothly and enjoyed it very much.

He continued to pull the trigger until all the bullets in the magazine were gone.

After the shooting, the target man quickly reported the target through the walkie talkie. What Cheng Chong didn't expect was that he was on the target without missing a shot. To everyone's surprise, the time he spent in this round of shooting was five seconds faster than that of the fastest soldier in the class.

This achievement almost broke the record of this shooting subject in the history of the sharp knife reconnaissance company.

The officers and men of the whole reconnaissance company were shocked at first, followed by cheers and cheers, which were followed by heartfelt cheers and cheers. In this strong company, Cheng Chong's achievement deeply moved the officers and men of the whole company and was accepted by them with a ten point excellent attitude.

However, these cheers and cheers deeply hurt Xiao Yong, the monitor of class 1 of the sharp knife reconnaissance company. As the monitor of class 1 of the sharp knife reconnaissance company, he has always been crazy in the whole company and even the whole regiment. But this time, the soldiers of the whole class were killed by a recruit they disliked. It's a shame to throw it to his mother's grandmother's house.

How the fuck can I stay in the company in the future?