Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 151 What is this for? !

From that day on, the way Li Zheng looked at Zhang Jian changed slightly.

He really went to take a closer look at Zhang Jian.

I found that the three generations of the army have really changed a lot.

Although his mouth is still so venomous, since the big exam, he has really calmed down a lot.

At least that's how it's done in training.

In the past, Zhang Jian always looked at people from the perspective of "I am number one in the world, and you are all scum", and he didn't work hard in training.

Dare to be arrogant, it is because he has foundation.

Therefore, in the recruit company, Zhang Jian is not the kind of person who works hard, but more often than not, he is the kind of person who achieves results by virtue of his talent and foundation.

Now Li Zheng suddenly discovered that after Zhang Jian suffered repeated failures, he calmed down and began to work hard secretly, but what about himself?After getting the grades, I didn't think about delving into it and doing more hard work.

Before I knew it, I became the arrogant rabbit in the tortoise and the hare.

With new experience, Li Zheng seems to have corrected his goal and attitude.

Diligence can make up for one's weakness, this truth cannot be subverted.

From that day on, Li Zheng also began to work hard on basic training.

Those who study diligently and achieve excellent results are generally able to endure hardship.

This energy is also beneficial in training.

Time passed day by day.

Days go forward day by day.

Li Zheng's sniping foundation is also becoming more and more solid.

After entering the sniper class, he realized that the original sniper training was so much and so cumbersome.

For example, in order to practice patience, Hou Jun would go to the cooking class to bring a pot of rice, and then go to the equipment factory to grab a handful of sand, and then assign a pile to each person, and let the soldiers sort them out one by one by hand.

This is not difficult, as long as the eyes are not blind and the hands are not disabled, it can be done.

The problem is that this shit sucks.

Divide them into two in the pile of rice sprinkled with sand. To separate them clearly, you must have great patience. But for those who are impatient, let alone divide them, it is estimated that it will take an hour to lift the table quit.

Snipers are like this, not only must have the talent of shooting, but also have excellent observation skills, good memory, enough patience, stable emotional management and so on.

At first, Li Zheng thought that dividing sand and rice grains would be enough to grind people.

Unfortunately, he soon discovered that he was still superficial.

At noon this day, according to the usual training arrangement, they practiced with guns for half an hour under the eaves of their row houses.

But today is different.

"The sniper squad is assembled."

After dinner, when the big soldiers seized the rare time in the row room to organize their belongings and talk nonsense, Hou Jun suddenly appeared at the door.

The big guy quickly put down the work in his hand, the blower closed his mouth, and hurried out to line up to wait for instructions.

Hou Jun's order was simple: "You all go and get your washbasins."

washbasin?

Everyone was startled, and immediately carried out the order.

While holding the washbasin, Li Zheng couldn't help asking the veteran of the sniper squad next to him: "Are we going on a business trip?"

The veteran's name is Guo Tianxiang, a senior soldier.

Seeing Li Zheng asked, he smiled.

"What are you thinking! How can you be out of tolerance, you have a good idea, you recruit!"

Being in the company on business trips is sometimes a dream that everyone dreams of.

Especially in places where the training of the four companies is extremely strict.

Business trips are usually for sanitation, or to follow the battalion staff to the logistics warehouse to move some training materials back to the company.

The happiest and most common job in the company is to help the cook. Each class has a quota every day, and three people are assigned every day, one row after another.

Being out of tolerance means that there is no need for training, and the general remuneration is quite good.

For example, if you help the cook, you get the moon first when you are close to the water. You can eat a la carte first in the cooking class, and you can choose what you like to eat. Welfare.

It's not a business trip, why are you using the yellow washbasin?

Li Zheng left the room suspiciously, and gathered in the team again.

This time Hou Jun didn't issue new orders, but stood there with his hands behind his back and walked around, as if he was waiting for someone.

After a while, Wu Yi ran down from the direction of the cooking class, holding a plastic bag in his hand, and he didn't know what was in it.

"I'm coming!"

A smile bloomed on Wu Yi's face, and that kind of smile was all too familiar to Li Zheng.

Not a good thing.

Hou Jun took the plastic bag, took a soldier's yellow washbasin, and poured out the contents.

Li Zheng stared at the bag until the contents slipped out, only to realize that it was all rice.

White rice.

After pouring out the rice, Hou Jun handed the plastic bag to Wu Yi again.

There was no need to tell Wu Yiyi to run away again.

This time I ran towards the right side of the barracks.

Meter?
Is the platoon leader going to teach us how to cook?

picnic?

I heard that the combat troops of the Army have to learn field work, one of which includes cooking.

Hou Jun squatted on the ground, pawing the rice with his hands in the yellow washbasin, grabbed a handful, got up and looked at it again and again, as if he was checking the quality of the rice grains.

Wu Yi is back.

The plastic bag that had been emptied in his hand became heavy again.

Hou Jun took the bag and poured it into the basin again.

This time, Li Zheng couldn't bear it anymore.

"sand?!"

He finally understood that there was a small equipment field on the right side of the barracks, Silian's own equipment field.

Wu Yi ran over there to pack sand.

After Hou Jun poured out the sand, he stretched out his hand and stirred the basin a few times to mix the sand and rice grains together.

"Bring your washbasins!"

The veterans seemed to be used to it, and soon they formed a column and walked up to Hou Jun one by one.

Li Zheng and Zhang Jian stood at the end of the line, you look at me, I look at you, finally Zhang Jian said: "Don't ask me, I don't know either."

"Everyone has a share, never fails..."

While muttering, Hou Jun distributed the rice that had been mixed with sand into each basin one by one.

After the division, he stood up with a smile and said to everyone: "The new comrades may not understand what this is doing, but the old comrades understand?"

"Understand."

"Go do it if you understand, don't waste time here, time is precious." Hou Jun waved his hand, and all the veterans dispersed, and returned to the corridor on the first floor one by one, sat on the terrazzo floor, and began to Clean up carefully in the basin.

Hou Jun said to Li Zheng and Zhang Jian: "They all know the rules. You two are new here. Let me tell you. It's actually very simple. Go and separate the rice grains from the sand. What I want is to separate the rice grains from the sand. There are rice grains, and the rice grains cannot be mixed with sand, and you can call for a report after dividing them, and I will check."

Ever since, the two recruits followed the example of other veterans, returned to the corridor, sat on the floor, and began to separate rice grains and sand grains with their heads confused.

Sand and rice, two small things are mixed together, it is really me in you, and you in me.

There are at least several hundred grains of rice, and countless sands.

It is not difficult to divide and pick a little by hand.

Li Zheng didn't think it was difficult either.

Not too much, suddenly an inexplicable evil fire surged up in his chest, arching upwards, he couldn't help feeling anxious.

Hou Jun moved a bench and sat at the door of the row room. He sat there, holding a shooting textbook in his hand, and read it leisurely.

　It's the second watch, I'll go out first, I'm going to take a long distance, I'll see if I can write another chapter when I get there at night.

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