Hou Jun's words made each of the recruits in front of him apprehensive.
First of all, Li Zheng was happy.
He knew that this meant Hou Jun was going to teach real skills.
This veteran soldier was an expert in his own right, and his brain was full of years of honed experience, which could be considered a treasure.
To be able to learn, that definitely improved.
Li Zheng was a good learner and had a strong desire to know anything he didn't understand.
Especially sharpshooters and snipers.
In the past in the movie and television to see more, in the end the real sharpshooter and sniper is how?
Now the thought that he actually had the opportunity to experience, of course, happy.
Zhang Jian is another idea, he is a little unconvinced, feeling that the veteran in front of him is a little bit of emotion did not leave himself, but he did not dare to have any opinion, bluffing other soldiers of the same year is okay, who is Hou Jun?
E Division shooter list said two no one dares to say a man.
Fatty Wei is completely different from Li Zheng and Zhang Jian, and the first thing he is afraid of.
In his opinion, the sky will not drop pies for no reason, but all the achievements and level, that have to go through hard practice and sweat and even blood to get, there is no free lunch under the sky, this reasoning junior high school began he understood.
Therefore, Hou Jun said to raise them to the "top" training level, which is tantamount to announcing the need to increase the intensity of training.
Just thinking about this, he wanted to go pee.
Hou Jun continued: "Just now, Zhang Jian is right, I will put a bullet shell on your muzzle flamethrower, this bullet shell not only allows you to maintain the stability of the gun, but more importantly, it can exercise your endurance and spirit. If you can't shoot, it's not that you're not good, it's that you're impatient. The first few shots are on the 10-ring, proving that you have the ability to hit the 10-ring, but not the ability to maintain your condition. The first few shots on the bull's-eye, people float or slack, or because of a variety of psychological and environmental factors, the muzzle is not allowed, not allowed as long as the slightest error, 10 rings will fly. Zhuang Haoran training when I went to see, his breath than you guys much more stable, less anxious and irritable, more stable, how to say? Do you know the idiom of being as quiet as a virgin? That is, lying there, you seem to forget everything around you, your world is only you, the gun and the target bull's-eye. Only when you can do this can you be considered a top-notch shooter, able to shoot a 10-ring gun like the squad leader me."
At the end of his speech, Hou Jun immediately ordered a few new recruits to get down and asked them to put a full set of inspection mirrors on their guns, and then one by one, they put shell casings into the muzzle flamethrowers of their guns.
The bottom of the shell is flat, placed on the muzzle flamer can be stabilized not to fall, just to fall is also very easy.
Just after the shells were released, the shells on Fatty Wei's muzzle collapsed and landed on the grass with a thud.
Fatty Wei was startled, his hairs stood up. He wanted to pick it up but didn't dare to reach out to pick it up, and as soon as he measured his head, he saw Hou Jun staring at him as well.
"Platoon leader ... windy ..."
"Don't bullshit." Hou Jun went over to pick up the shells and put them on the muzzle of Fatty Wei's gun again, "I can not count that time just now, but this time and then drop, I will give you a record in the account, drop once a three kilometers, drop once a three kilometers to count, drop enough times five times to begin to stack to become a five kilometers, every day to settle once a day, one day to run not finished on the next day to run, until you are all running to clear the position. You also do not say that this is in the penalty you whole you, this is for your own good, drop cartridges because the breath is not stable, since the breath is not stable, with your lung capacity has a relationship with the lung capacity, how to practice lung capacity? Of course, the best training method is long-distance running. The more you run, the more lung capacity you'll have, and the more stable you'll be when you shoot. You see, I am a reasonable person, I have already given you a chance ..."
Fatty Wei was on the verge of crying as he listened.
Hou Jun this is more ruthless than even loan sharks.
After saying this, he stood up and swept the several recruits lying on the ground.
Everyone s shell casings did not fall.
But looking at everyone's expression was tense, just now Hou Jun's warning was for everyone to remember.
Dropped once counted once, this small shells windy point can be seen in the naked eye visible slightly shaking, eat not accurate when it will land without warning.
Everyone's heart is more bitter than the lotus seed, but no one dares to say half a word of opposition.
For one thing, Hou Jun is such a person, against the useless; Secondly, the shells have been erected on the muzzle, not to mention talking, is breathing to be careful, a little bigger will be shells on the ground.
"From now on, the first half an hour to adapt to the next, remember, you are now aiming at the bullseye, do not think of laziness and relaxation, believe me, as long as you are slightly lax, the shells are sure to fall to the ground, as long as I lie down to check your spotting holes collimator and bullseye is not in the correct state of aiming, or a three kilometers, you dare to sneak relaxation or move can also be no problem, there is a talent! If you can sneak up on me without letting the shells fall, then you'll be able to do it. Start timing!"
With an order, Hou Jun pressed the stopwatch timer, then found a shade across from a few people and sat down comfortably, leaning against the tree trunk and looking at the recruits not far away.
For the intensity of this kind of stability training, Li Zheng did not have enough mental preparation from the beginning.
Isn't it just lying on the ground as usual?
As long as the gun is stabilized, half an hour will soon pass.
In fact, not only him, including Yang Hui and a few other comrades, all feel that as long as you are careful, everything is simply not too simple!
But soon, Li Zheng realized that he had overestimated himself, and underestimated the "elite" training mode that Hou Jun said.
Puff...
Yang Hui's shell casing was the second to hit the ground after Fatty Wei.
Hou Jun bounced up from the ground, holding his watch in his hand as if he was excited to see a big customer come to his door.
"Aha! It's only three minutes and twenty seconds! The first one to land is Yang Hui! Congratulations to Comrade Yang Hui, he's happy to have 3 kilometers once!"
After saying that, he took out a small notebook and really took a pencil and wrote down carefully, drawing a "one" after Yang Hui's name.
After he finished writing down, he went over to let Yang Hui adjust his aiming situation, and put the cartridge case back after making sure.
Yang Hui's shells fell to the ground not long ago, Fatty Wei this end of the accident again.
Today's lunch four company canteen has a leek box to do well, Wei fat face ate seven, back to the platoon room thirst and irrigation of a pot of water, the stomach is full of leek leaves and starch mixture, the results did not hold back gently hiccups, and then he despaired to see that the end of the cartridge shells placed on the muzzle of the head a crooked, fluttering to fall to the ground...
"Platoon leader I ..."
He like to explain that it was because the leek box caused him to burp so the shell casing fell to the ground and asked to be spared.
But the words came to his mouth and did not dare to say it.
The reason was simple.
Platoon leader himself last time to participate in the selection, just because of the trigger release a fart, will be his own qualification are collapsed, he hiccup counts for a ball! Can it be a reason to be exempted from punishment?
"What are you trying to say?" Hou Jun, who was squatting beside him and picking up shell casings, asked, "Want to explain?"
Fatty Wei bitterly shook his head, "No, I only have one request."
Hou Jun was dry, "Speak!"
Fatty Wei vigorously moved his abdominal muscles, then worked hard to wriggle his intestines, and finally, with a "uh" sound, he burped heavily from the depths of his throat, squeezing out all the excess stomach gas from his stomach.
Hou Jun's nostrils suddenly drilled into a strong odor, and he jumped up like an arrow, retreated a few steps, and cursed, "Wei Guoxing, you kid ate shit at noon?"