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Chapter 72 Don't Fall Down Easily

"Captain Li, why are you so accurate with your marksmanship?" After getting off the shooting position, when he was leading the gun to practice shooting posture, the people around him came up and asked.

After registering the name and gun number, Li Chong said, "Ask Li Mengqing, the reason why you hit the target is because you have played with guns a lot. Otherwise, for no reason, whoever can shoot for the first time can hit the target."

"Yes, when I was young, I often used a short gun to shoot glass bottles, so holding a gun is not unfamiliar. But I seldom touch a long gun. Li Chong, you can shoot so accurately with a long gun, which is really amazing."

A team takes 400 minutes, 10 people in the entire infantry department, 40 people in a group, a total of [-] groups, all the groups practice live ammunition shooting uninterruptedly, it takes ten hours to complete, so lunch is settled at the shooting range.At noon when the sun was shining, the same two large military trucks drove up, exuding the fragrance of cakes.That's right, there are big cakes baked out of the oven one by one.

One person took a piece of flatbread and put it in his mouth to bite. If his mouth was dry, he could only drink water from the military kettle.

"Liu Liu, bring some water." Li Chong filled the pancake halfway, but ran out of water, and touched Zuo Yuliang's water bottle.

"It's a dry day, I've already finished drinking water, you saw that I didn't drink water the whole time I ate the whole cake." Zuo Yuliang twisted the lid of the pot, and poured the spout down, "Huh? There's a water drop!" Zuo Yuliang said with sharp eyes and quick hands, and sent his palm to the bottom of the pot, catching the crystal clear water drop.

"You are a ruthless person, you can eat all of this." Li Chong just watched Zuo Yuliang swallow the whole pancake dryly.

"Guapi, before I became a policeman, I never ate as much as I did here when I walked a long way to school. When I came to the military academy, I never had to worry about how to eat for the next meal to save money. Everything was properly arranged. Yes, my family only spreads a few sheets of such soft flatbread during festivals, and now it tastes so delicious in your mouth, if you drink water, you won’t be able to taste the fragrance of the flatbread.”

"Oh, what a miserable childhood!" Li Chong patted Zuo Yuliang on the shoulder.

"It can't be compared with a young master like you who has no worries about food and clothing." Zuo Yuliang hung up the kettle again, and Li Chong showed surprise on his face.

Faced with the surprise on Li Chong's face, Zuo Yuliang explained, "I've been a policeman for three years, and I can't see many people of all kinds. After getting along these few days, I'm sure that you have the same family background as Li Mengqing. You two have been living comfortably for a long time, and I can tell at a glance the aura of wealth permeating your body. But you are different from other rich men. I have no words to describe how different you are. .”

"Your vision is nothing to say, this ability of observing and knowing people will be of great use if you enter the military intelligence department after graduation." Li Chong admired.

"Cut, that place does some things that can't be seen in the light and can't be seen on the stage. It's not a place for our soldiers to go upright. As a soldier, you should shroud your body in horse leather."

Li Chong nodded, but all soldiers who have the ambition to gallop on the battlefield don't think highly of Junqing Department, and they really don't have a good reputation.Then Li Chong raised his hand and shook the kettle in his hand, "Who still has water, give me some rewards!"

"I have a little more." Li Mengqing, who was holding a gun not far away, saw that the pancake in his hand was not eating much, and heard Li Chong's needs, came over and said.

"Thank you." Li Chong happily handed over the water bottle, "Enough is enough, this cake is too dry, and you can't swallow it without water. Eh, why don't you eat it?" A hundred years ago, the family was still of the same clan, and only tore off a corner while carrying the big cake.

Li Mengqing shook his head, "There is no taste at all, I can't eat it." I am used to eating small bowls of dishes from the chef at home, and I can't get used to this big pancake that is so rough in my mouth.

"In the morning, after shooting the gun, the instructor gave some knowledge about firearms. This afternoon will be miserable. I have to practice gun posture and the like. If I don't eat it now, I will definitely feel dizzy. Although this stuff tastes bad, but a lot of it There are still carbohydrates, and I force myself to swallow them, just like me." Li Chong forced himself to take a big bite of the half-pancake in his hand, chewing heavily, and said to Li Mengqing while chewing , "You have to chew it in big mouthfuls, imagining that this is rice cake stuffed with sweet-scented osmanthus, chewing out the aroma of wheat."

Li Mengqing followed Li Chong's example and took a big bite.

"Sit down, what's the point of eating standing up?" Li Chong patted the seat next to him.

"Okay." Li Mengqing sat down happily, and according to the arrangement of his family, he entered the Whampoa Military Academy by himself and lived with these new friends.Li Mengqing was very happy at first, because Li Mengqing was tired of the unchanging life at home, and he also hoped that life would have ups and downs.

So after hearing the arrangement at home, Li Mengqing rarely expressed any objection, and agreed with it.

But after entering the military academy, except for some friends from the same family background as before, they did not integrate into the new group.For example, in dormitory 114, Li Mengqing always felt that his roommate was polite to him, and he was not familiar with hooking shoulders and shoulders, which made him feel isolated all the time.

So now Li Chong's casual treatment of himself made Li Mengqing feel good.

After eating the pancake, the sun shines on the head, shoots the target in the front, and practices the shooting posture with the gun raised in the back. Each posture needs to be maintained for half an hour, which still lowers the requirements for newcomers.

When I first held the gun, I didn’t feel the weight, and many people felt it was light when I weighed it. But after seven or eight minutes, when I held the gun flat while practicing standing posture, I gradually felt like a stone was pressed on my arm.After a quarter of an hour, I felt that I was holding two full buckets of water on my arms, my body was shaking and I couldn't support it, and I felt like I was about to fall.Beads of sweat on the forehead fell into the eyes, which was indescribably astringent.

"Plop!" Finally, someone couldn't hold on and fell down, and then, like a multi-bone Nomi card, one after another.For those who fell down, the head of the regiment was not polite, and kicked them when they got up.If the physical fitness is really too weak to pass out, there will be emergency medical personnel nearby.

"Before you choose to give up and fall down, think about it for yourself, what was your original intention when you decided to join Whampoa! You don't have the stamina at all, and you still act as a qualified officer like this. How can you expect you to persevere under the bullets of the Japanese army? The start of this battle, as a commander, he stayed up and down before the map for several days, just to make timely deployments based on the feedback from below. At the moment in the Songhu theater, your seniors are gritting their teeth in the trenches, just to be on guard The Japanese invaders attack at all times, because once you close your eyes, you may never wake up!"

"So, grit your teeth and hold on, don't let yourself fall down easily!"

"The head of the regiment is as good at talking as the school's political instructor, maybe he got it from a political job." Some people in the team whispered and teased with guns raised, and it was fun to divert their attention go.Otherwise, I would really be unable to hold on, not only would my arm become a prosthesis, but my mind would also be dizzy.

(End of this chapter)