I'm a substitute for my wife's Bai Yueguang...

In a blink of an eye, there is only the last month of new training left.

It has been a month and a half since I went to Director Nan to apologize and thank you for the egg custard, and our relationship has gradually become closer in the easing, at least I think so, because when he smiled at me There are more and more, and there is no reason to be suddenly indifferent to me for some reason that I can't figure out.

I like this kind of day, although the increasingly heavy training always makes people feel very painful for a moment, but after that second, that one minute, I feel that I am one step closer to becoming a real soldier.

I am very fortunate to have Director Nan witness all my efforts and progress with my own eyes. With his company and encouragement, as well as his strict self-discipline and setting an example, I can strengthen my beliefs and clarify my mission and tasks.

"Starting today! In the next month! You guys will have a series of shooting training!" Instructor Zhang shouted as he walked and looked at us, "Shooting training is not a joke! They are all real guns and live ammunition! You must Take it seriously! Be [-] points! Concentrate on the guns and bullets in your hands! In the future, you will use the guns in your hands to fight against the enemy! Today you get away with it, and someday you go to the battlefield! Meet the enemy ! You are the ones who die!"

"You have to realize that the guns in your hands are the weapons you use to defend your home and country! Your mission is to protect this land! Guard every single person on this land who believes in you, respects you, and regards you as family! You It is a weapon taken up to protect their peaceful life!" Instructor Zhang stood still in front, facing everyone, "The last three days of this month will be the day to accept your training results! Mission! Hand over an answer sheet that is worthy of the heart and the people! Do you understand!"

"Understood!" All the new trainees in my class replied neatly and loudly.

"Today's training task is to teach you to know the rifle and learn how to use it properly." Instructor Zhang finished speaking and ordered, "Turn to the right! Step forward!"

We were taken to the training ground and we were ordered to spread out and stand in an arc.

Instructor Zhang took off the rifle hanging on his shoulder and explained to us the name and purpose of each part. Then he removed the magazine and showed us how to load the bullet.

"Okay, now I will teach you how to hold a gun." Instructor Zhang said, let us take off our rifles, "Our target shooting at the end of the month is to shoot from a prone position, so today we will first learn how to load and hold a gun in a prone position Next, let me give you a complete demonstration."

Instructor Zhang put the rifle on the support, and then returned to the original position to stand up. He took a big step forward with his right foot, and lay down with his left leg behind him. Then he reloaded sideways and put his right leg back behind him. Go, after reloading, Instructor Zhang stretched out his chest and lay down, with his legs separated into an acute angle.

"Open your legs naturally, hold the grip with your right hand, use the first joint of your index finger to lean against the trigger, put your right elbow on the ground, and tighten your arms inward. Hold the magazine with your left hand, push back, and let the butt of the gun hit the top Between the lower right side of the clavicle and the upper part of the pectoralis, it plays a fixed role." Director Nan observed every move of Instructor Zhang and explained to us, "If you are shooting standing up, the left hand should grab the front handguard, the arm Slightly bent, shoulders relaxed, gripping the forearm is mainly to stabilize the gun and reduce recoil."

Accompanied by Director Nan's explanation, Instructor Zhang aimed at the target, pulled the trigger, and then fired the bullet.

Only a gunshot was heard, and a burst of smoke and dust burst out in front of the backing.

We can't see which ring the bullet landed on with the naked eye, because the distance is too far, we can only see the dust that bounces up.

Instructor Zhang stood up from the ground, "Everyone walks to the support, one person at a position."

We quickly found our place.

"Everyone is here—ready in prone position—" Instructor Zhang gave the order.

All the students in the class immediately lie down and prepare.

"Report to the instructor!" Some students lay down and typed the report.

Instructor Zhang was inconvenient to go there, so Director Nan walked up to the student and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Reporting to the instructor, I want to ask when will our bullets be released?" He asked the aspirations of the whole class. Of course, the bullets must be loaded to load the bullets.

Director Nan smiled and replied: "First learn how to hold the gun, aim, and pull the trigger, and then I will fire you bullets."

Everyone felt a little disappointed in an instant.

"You can't walk, and you still want to run!?" Instructor Zhang was dissatisfied with our attitude, and he yelled at us mockingly, "You don't need money for the bullets? Are you shooting them for nothing? Weigh yourself, I'm sorry for the money for bullets!"

Everyone didn't dare to complain immediately.

Instructor Nan Yun Dan smiled softly, "Everyone pay attention, and learn how to use a gun from Instructor Zhang. He is a sharpshooter in our school. Freshmen who fail to pass the target marks will be disqualified from admission."

I very much doubted the credibility of the last sentence, because it was the same as the routine that instructor Zhang lied to me to say that those who performed poorly would be disqualified from being equipped with guns, and it sounded like a scare.

"Set up your guns!" Instructor Zhang ordered.

We obeyed the instructor's command and regulated our actions.

Director Nan and Instructor Zhang walked back and forth, carefully observing whether our movements were standard.

I obviously felt that instructor Zhang's attitude towards us was much stricter than the previous training, which was enough to show the seriousness of real guns.

Director Nan walked up to me and squatted down.

He took my arm and readjusted it, then gave me a hand knife on my left shoulder, "It's too stiff, relax."

My eyes were fixed on the scope, and my heart was pounding.

He put his hand on my right hand and turned it slightly, his voice came from the upper right of my head, "The tiger's mouth is facing forward, hold it tight."

My heart was beating more violently, and when I strongly suspected that my heartbeat was about to reach his feet through the ground, he stood up.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I froze, my ass was slapped, I didn't know it at first.

"Relax your hips." Director Nan's voice came from above.

I could clearly feel my face burning up.My buttocks are relaxing, and the rest of the place is hardening up untimely. I am so ashamed that I want to shoot myself in the head, but I have no bullets in the magazine, and the rifle is too long. Can't poke my head at all.

On the second day, each of us was equipped with five rounds of bullets for practice. After the shooting, Director Nan and Instructor Zhang asked me to read the target with a few other students and record it.

"Yan Minqi, you played well!" Instructor Zhang said as he took off my target paper and handed it to Director Nan. "You practice hard, you will be able to hit 45 rings at the end of the month. It will be a piece of cake."

Director Nan smiled and returned the target paper to me.

I expected him to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Instructor Zhang and several other students walked back, and Director Nan and I followed behind them.

"Do you have something to tell me?" Director Nan asked me.

"...No." I replied.

"Why do you follow me without you?" Director Nan smiled, and he looked at me, "Or do you have something you want me to say?"

I immediately turned to look at him, and he stared at me without hesitation.

It turned out that he knew it clearly, and asked why he knew it.

I was punctured, so I simply smashed the can, I pretended to be indifferent, but I was so nervous in my heart, "I want you to praise me."

"That's it?" Director Nan laughed.

He had such a nice smile, if I hadn't been so nervous now that I couldn't make any expression on my face, I would have laughed along with him unconsciously.

"Hmm." I nodded.

Director Nan thought for two seconds, then looked at me seriously, and said, "Yan Minqi, you are awesome."

I was elated and grinned.

"You're so easy to satisfy." Director Nan crossed his hands in front of his chest, looked up at me in a relaxed posture, and commented.

"Hey." I just laughed.

"You were not so simple before." Director Nan narrowed his eyes.

"Huh?" I was puzzled, but it didn't stop me from continuing to be happy.

"Can you pursue a little bit?" Director Nan asked me clearly.

"Huh?" I blinked my eyes and listened attentively.

Director Nan sighed heavily, and pulled my ears bitterly, "Targeting at the end of the month, if you can get excellent, you can ask me for whatever wish you want, one."

"Really?" I opened my eyes wide and couldn't believe my ears.I remember I still owe him a wish.

Director Nan tugged at my ear and shook it without any effort at all, "What if you can't hear?"

"I can hear you." I grinned.

"Go, go back to the team." Director Nan let go of my ears, and gestured with his hands back.

"Yes!" I stood at attention and saluted, then turned around and trotted back to the team.

In the last month, we conducted substantial shooting training and learned a lot of skills.

We not only learned how to shoot in prone position, but also learned shooting positions such as kneeling, sitting and standing positions, and became familiar with shooting with support and without support. In addition to rifles, we also used pistols for practice.

I clearly remember that it was raining heavily on the day of the pistol training. Instructor Nan showed us how to shoot with an umbrella in his left hand.

When he walked in front of me, he closed the umbrella and got into the bottom of my umbrella. He stood behind me and ordered me to stand up and raise my head. After standardizing the movements, he held my right hand with his right hand and pulled the trigger.

The pistol target was close to us, and despite the heavy rain I could see the black hole the bullet had left in the center of the heart.

At that moment, I had an illusion that what hit was not the target, but my heart.

The temperature of Director Nan is right next to my face and neck. I can't hear the sound of heavy rain falling, or the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella surface. I can only hear my own heartbeat, throbbing like the gunshot On my heart.