59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

Although there are no tickets for the performance, entry into the armed forces’ militia training base still requires inspection and approval.

They had to get on the trucks of the Red Star Steel Mill and blend in with the large team from the mill.

"Chen Ke, this way!"

Several large trucks have been parked at the east gate of the steel rolling mill. These common Jiefang brand trucks are the most important transport machines of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

It's just that today is special, otherwise on normal days, these cars are busy transporting supplies and equipment.

"Crazy man, come to my side!" On the second truck, Sha Zhu and He Yushui waved their hands vigorously at Chen Feng and the others.

In addition to them, there are other militiamen and their families who are qualified to participate in exercises and assessments.

"Brother Zhuzi, why are you here too?" Chen Hao locked the tricycle and asked loudly to Sha Zhu who was on the tricycle.

"Hey, I'm also a member of the factory's militia, and my shooting skills are number one in the kitchen!" Sha Zhu said proudly.

Um, how many people in the kitchen like to shoot guns?

Chen Feng didn't know how many cooks there were in the several large canteens of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, but there were indeed not many people who liked playing with guns and crossbows like Sha Zhu.

"Crazy, come up quickly!"

Chen Feng took a look, smiled and took his three younger brothers to another passenger car.

Chen Jianjun, the deputy section chief, finally has the opportunity to drive a car!

"Come up and sit here."

Chen Jianjun sat in the driving seat and pointed to the back.

Sitting in the co-pilot seat was Guo Dahai, the head of the Security Section 1.

One advantage of this kind of car, which is similar to an open-top SUV, is that it can still accommodate four teenagers even if a few people stand and squeeze in the back.

And you can lean your butt against the rear of the car.

Chen Hao climbed up in surprise, sat behind him, and asked stupidly: "Dad, will this car belong to our family from now on?"

"I think this is the Security Department's car. The director gave me special permission to use it today, and I have to return it this afternoon."

The Security Department has three such cars. One is naturally for the director, and the other two are for public use. Several section chiefs usually take turns using them, and deputy section chiefs don't get a turn.

You are below the rank of deputy section chief, and you still want to ride on four wheels?

Not even three wheels!

Three-wheeled motorcycles are rare and are only available in some special and powerful agencies, for use in normal emergencies.

Section chiefs in ordinary departments all ride two-wheeled bicycles to and from get off work.

"Dad, can you drive?" Chen Hao was a little excited and kept asking.

Chen Jianjun smiled and said, "I've learned it before, and I've driven for your Uncle Zhao many times before."

Security Director Zhao Jingli was in another car. After making sure that everyone was present, she took the lead in starting the car. Chen Jianjun immediately followed and set off behind him.

"Hold on tight, don't fall off."

"Dad, don't worry, my brother rides his tricycle much faster than yours!" Chen Hao said, making his father very depressed.

Guo Dahai said with a smile: "That's different. If you get hit by a car, you'll die. If you get hit by a tricycle, at most you'll just have to go to the hospital and rest for a few days."

The city is small now, and if there were still a lot of bicycles, horse-drawn carriages, donkey carts, etc. on the road, it would take at least ten minutes.

We arrived at the West Suburb Shooting Range, which was the place where large-scale military training was most often held in the old city.

It was built in the western suburbs in 1955 and covers an area of ​​26 square meters.

The famous skeet shooting range here in later generations has 4999 seats for spectators, including 3394 fixed seats and 1605 temporary seats.

Now, well, you can only sit or stand and watch.

Chen Feng and other four boys enjoyed the good life with their biological father and were able to sit at the front of the family quarters of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

As for Director Yang, Li Huaide, Zhao Jingli and others, they would naturally sit in the judges' seats on the stage, or in the VIP seats below the judges' seats.

"Dear guests, dear leaders..."

The host kept talking for a few minutes, then handed the microphone to a major general from the armed forces, who took out a piece of paper and read for a long time, and then it was the turn of the next leader...

After reading for a full half hour, the first batch of elites who had been screened by the armed forces and security departments of various factories were finally allowed to enter the venue.

"Let's fire it in the first round!" Chen Hao said excitedly.

"Is setting off fireworks something strange?" Fatty Wang had seen a lot in Xinjiang following his grandfather. There had always been unrest there, with armed separatists causing a lot of trouble.

Compared with the city of Sijiu, the militia training there is very strict.

"Of course it's strange. We used to use guns!" Chen Hao sat on the grass, his eyes fixed on the artillery of the coal mine in front of him. When he saw them carrying out three mortars, he immediately covered his ears with his hands.

Everyone is doing it!

"fire!"

Following the order from the captain of the militia artillery team, three mortars accurately hit the target three hundred meters ahead.

There was constant cheering when seeing the wooden target shattered by the shells.

For a nation that has suffered so many disasters and has been repeatedly harmed by foreign invaders, everyone is very eager to have a strong army and powerful armed forces!

Especially in the education we received, these humiliations were written in a very profound way, which further activated and deepened the strong patriotic militarist ideas.

"So awesome!" Chen Hao was so excited that he raised his fist.

Chen Feng smiled. The first group was naturally the elite among the elite. If they failed to hit the target, wouldn’t it be a slap in the face of the organizers of this martial arts performance?

That would be a big deal!

So many people are watching!

"Please welcome the female militia from the textile factory!"

He skillfully rushed forward, raised his gun, aimed, and shot, all in one go.

As the gunshots rang out, the hanging beer bottles were shattered by bullets.

"Clap clap clap!"

Female militia, grenadiers, machine gunners, anti-aircraft machine gun teams, mountain artillerymen... these teams, carefully trained by large factories, display their abundant martial virtues here.

What impressed Chen Feng most was a short-haired, pretty girl at the sawmill, who looked only about seventeen or eighteen years old.

But she was a sharpshooter.

At an extremely long distance of 300 meters, he relied on a bolt-action rifle and every shot hit the target.

In this era, without professional sniper rifles and equipment, relying only on aiming with the naked eye, such a shooting accuracy is already the limit for most sharpshooters.

In later times, such a girl would definitely only be able to work in a factory hammering screws or in an office building.

But in this era of unrest from top to bottom, with war likely to break out at any time, a sharpshooter like her would soon be absorbed by the military once she demonstrated her outstanding shooting talent in public!

It is somewhat similar to the mathematics and technology competitions held by major companies in later generations!

But unlike later generations, no one dared to lie to the military in this era.

These militia drills in major factories are essentially a stage for the military to find and recruit talent, and also an opportunity for the armed forces and security departments of each factory to show off in front of their leaders.