Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

"The guns are about to be distributed. How are you all feeling? Just chatting, Qi Meng?"

In the dormitory, Zhao Pengfei sat on the edge of the bed and asked Qi Meng, who was squatting on the ground pressing the quilt.

"A little, a little nervous."

Qi Meng raised his head and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Are you still nervous, kid?" Zhao Pengfei patted him with a smile, then looked at the others.

The recruits all raised their heads with smiles that came from the heart on their faces.

Most of the responses were nervousness, excitement, and joy.

"Qin Feng, what about you?"

"I'm just like everyone else."

Qin Feng scratched his head and told the truth.

Zhao Pengfei laughed: "Nervousness and excitement are normal reactions. In the army, the quilt is our first wife, and the gun is the second..."

"Squad leader, who is the first wife and who is the second wife?" Li Jiasheng interrupted with a smile.

"There is no particular order of ranking. One is responsible for external affairs and the other is responsible for internal affairs. Both are very important." Zhao Pengfei's answer made everyone laugh.

That’s right, what Zhao Pengfei meant by giving her a wife before going to bed yesterday was giving her a gun.

Why is there such a nickname?

The reason is very simple.

Because in wind and rain, the gun will accompany you.

Moreover, there are two things in the army that cannot be touched.

One is the quilt, and the other is the gun, especially the sniper's gun.

If you dare to touch it, especially the sensitive part like the scope, they will really fight you to the death.

Beep--

At this moment, a quick whistle suddenly came from downstairs.

Everyone immediately stood up from the ground excitedly, even Qin Feng was a little excited.

Zhao Pengfei buckled his belt, put on his hat, and smiled: "Line up at the door, follow me downstairs, and I'll give you guns right away!"

"Yes!"

Everyone's face was filled with joyful smiles.

It is obvious that he can't wait and wants to marry this gun wife.

......

In an open space in front of the flagpole.

All the classes of the recruit company have assembled.

At this moment, every recruit held his head high and was in high spirits.

He is really like a groom, eagerly waiting for his bride.

Guns are always a man’s romance.

It is also the heartfelt yearning of every passionate man.

To the extent that, many young people join the army just to be able to shoot a gun.

Looking at the 03-type automatic rifles tied with red flowers placed on the long table in front, everyone could not hide their excitement!

He's actually a post-2000s guy!

What a sin, what a sin!

At this moment, Ge Zhiyong glanced at all the recruits and said seriously.

"Comrades, the gun is our second life and our most loyal comrade. It is endowed with the mission and glory that belong only to soldiers!"

"Today, we are holding a grand gun-awarding ceremony here!"

"Later, new recruits whose names are called, please come up in order of class to receive your guns!"

"Cai Kunkun!"

"To!"

"Ji Taimei!"

"To!"

I watched as the new recruits from the first and second squads were called up one after another to receive their guns.

Everyone in Class 4 felt like they were being scratched by a cat or a dog, and they wanted to use the remote control to fast forward this part.

Who in the family understands the desire for this big toy that can be used for biubiu?

After the third squad finished receiving their guns, the fourth squad was finally called.

"Li Jiasheng!"

"To!"

Li Jiasheng held his head high and shouted particularly loudly.

"Chen Sanxi!"

"Qi Meng!"

"Qin Feng!"

"To!"

"..."

The four squads of recruits lined up neatly and trotted to the long table.

At this moment, a row of veteran squad leaders stood behind the long table.

Later, the veterans will hand the guns to them personally.

"Comrade Qin Feng!"

"Here!" Qin Feng took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Zhao Pengfei.

"I now grant you the Type 03 automatic rifle, serial number 19479!"

Zhao Pengfei held the gun in front of Qin Feng and said solemnly: "Taking this gun means that you will shoulder the sacred mission entrusted to you by the country and the people!"

"I hope you can cherish it as you would your own life! Can you do that?"

"Yes!" Qin Feng roared from his chest.

"Take the gun!"

Qin Feng took the cold steel gun with both hands.

It was like getting an electric shock, and every cell in my body was cheering.

At this moment, we are truly holding guns and defending our motherland!

Qin Feng straightened his chest and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Having taken over this steel gun, I will live up to my mission, bear in mind the heavy trust placed in me, train diligently, and hone my skills in killing the enemy!"

"Defend the motherland to the death! Defend the motherland to the death!"

Inspired by Qin Feng, every recruit in Class 4 shouted this sentence after receiving the gun.

All the veterans, including the company commander, showed a hint of relief on their faces at the determination and attitude of the new recruits in Class 4.

Soon, the recruits from Class 4 returned to their original positions with their guns in hand.

But the heat in their chests still did not dissipate.

Because what they received at this moment were not guns.

But it is a glorious mission and responsibility.

It was also from this moment that they began to feel like they were really starting to feel like a soldier!

After everyone received their guns, Ge Zhiyong smiled. "Looking at you all, you must be in a good mood, right? I'm in a good mood too!"

"Because every gun is like a baton, passing on the spirit of our Yan Nation soldiers from generation to generation!"

"But one thing is for sure. From now on until you are assigned to a new company, no matter where you go, your guns must always be with you, and your men must always be with you!"

"Even when you eat, pee, poop, the gun must be on you!"

"Yes!" All the recruits shouted loudly, keeping this sentence in mind.

Ge Zhiyong put away his smile and said in a serious tone, "Now, everyone, raise your right hands and recite the oath after me!"

Swish!

All the recruits raised their right hands solemnly.

He looked at Ge Zhiyong in front of him with burning eyes.

"I swear!"

"I swear!"

Ge Zhiyong read it once, and everyone followed suit and took the oath.

"I will protect my weapons and equipment as I would my own life, ensuring their safety and ensuring the safety of both the personnel and the guns!"

“…The man is there, the gun is there!”

"The one who swore the oath is Qin Feng!"

......

“Mua, mua, mua~!”

"My little Qiangqiang, I love you so much, come to daddy's arms!"

At noon, the new recruits who had just finished lunch returned to the dormitory.

They couldn't wait to play with the Type 03 in their hands, and some even hugged it in their arms and kissed it madly.

Qin Feng couldn't help but feel that the metaphor of marrying a wife was extremely appropriate.

Even if I really get married, I may not be so excited.

Qin Feng looked at the Type 03 in his arms and felt extremely happy.

He even raised his gun several times, pointed it at a blank wall where no one was, and made an aiming and shooting gesture.

Of course, everyone's magazines were empty and the bullets were stored with the armorer.

Most of the time, the army implements the system of separating guns and bullets.

On the one hand, it is for safety, and on the other hand, it is also for safety.

So strictly speaking, the guns in everyone's hands can only be regarded as firewood sticks at best.

But even if it cannot be launched, it still cannot dampen the enthusiasm in everyone's hearts.

Because this thing looks so cool just holding it in your hand.

If possible, they would even like to pose and take a photo as a souvenir.

At this time, Zhao Pengfei walked in from outside the door.

It was funny to see everyone in the dormitory loving it so much that they couldn't let it go.

Be sick of it, be sick of it. After ten days or half a month, let’s see who can still laugh?

He clapped his hands and asked everyone to gather together: "Today at noon, we won't do physical exercise or make up the quilts. I will teach you how to disassemble and maintain guns!"

After saying that, he asked everyone to come over and sit on their stools.

He also spread a piece of cloth on the ground and borrowed Qin Feng's gun to demonstrate to everyone.

As he disassembled the gun, he took out professional tools and said, "During use, gunpowder will accumulate in the barrel, or due to environmental factors, some mud and sand will mix into the parts."

"These will not only reduce the service life of the firearm, but also bring certain risks of use in combat."

"For example, jamming, failure to fire, or even exploding. Therefore, daily firearm cleaning and maintenance are very necessary..."

Zhao Pengfei’s explanation was very detailed and everyone listened attentively.

Unlike the previous time when they were folding the quilt, everyone was breathing heavily, and even Chen Sanxi was listening very carefully.

Sure enough, people will not feel any disgust towards things that interest them.

After the explanation, Zhao Pengfei returned the gun to Qin Feng.

He asked everyone to follow the steps he taught and start disassembling and maintaining the firearms.

And he reminded me to be careful not to get gun oil on my hands.

Otherwise it will be very troublesome, it is best to wear gloves.

"Report to the squad leader, I want to go to the toilet."

"Go."

As soon as Chen Sanxi left, someone asked curiously.

"Squad leader, you said you can't get gun oil on your hands. Why is that?"

"Gun oil, also known as "death oil" in the military, is quite irritating. Remember, if you get gun oil on your hands, don't go to the toilet immediately, otherwise..."

Before Zhao Pengfei could finish his words, Chen Sanxi's screams, like a pig being slaughtered, suddenly came from the toilet...