Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 152 I have an opinion
For a whole noon, Li Zheng sat cross-legged on the ground, doing an extremely boring thing with other comrades in the sniper squad—dividing rice grains.

The veterans were familiar with the road, and they were quickly assigned and called for a report.

Those with good points can go back to sleep in the row room.

The slowest ones were of course Li Zheng and Zhang Jian.

This point, unexpectedly passed in a blink of an eye at noon.

After they settled down, the wake-up call in the afternoon came slowly from the loudspeaker in the camp.

I thought dividing the rice grains was already enough of a grind, but I didn't expect that the more grind was yet to come.At noon the next day, Hou Jun gathered the sniper squad again, took the rice grains divided yesterday, and asked everyone to bring a needle and a piece of thread from the sewing kit.

The training content has changed. Yesterday it was divided into rice grains, but today Hou Jun's request is to thread 30 rice grains with a thread.

This means holes are drilled out of the grains of rice with a needle before they can be strung into a string.

30 grains of rice doesn't sound like much.

But when it came time to do it, Li Zhengcai realized that it was more maddening than rice grains.

The rice grains are only that big, and the texture is hard but brittle. If the needle is too hard, it will break the rice grains. If it is too light, it will not penetrate.

This can be fatal.

It took the veterans of the sniper squad 40 minutes to complete the task, which was amazingly fast.

But Li Zheng and Zhang Jian only wore a dozen of them in 40 minutes.

There is still half an hour before the afternoon exercise, the veterans hurry up and go back to the row room to squint
I felt completely at ease, but the two new recruits had put on the eggs for a whole noon and hadn't finished them yet, and there were still a bunch of failed semi-finished products in front of them.

The wake-up call rang again.

Hou Jun came over to look at the washbasin in front of the two of them, then looked at his watch, and said, "Go back and tidy up and come out to gather immediately."

Leave when you're done.

Days go by like this.

For several days in a row, I have been wearing rice grains at noon, like a big girl embroidered.

The rest time at noon is very precious. Sleeping for half an hour is completely different from not sleeping.

After a few days, Li Zheng felt that he was on the verge of collapse. The sprint stage of the college entrance examination was not so hard.

At least at that time, the rest time can be arranged scientifically, and now I can't even guarantee the time to sleep at noon.

At noon this day, the situation remained the same, and the veteran quickly settled down and went back to the row room happily.

Only Li Zheng and Zhang Jian were left in the corridor.

Several times, Li Zheng accidentally pricked his finger with a needle because he was drowsy, and Zhang Jian did the same.

Zhang Jian finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Report!"

Hou Jun, who was sitting on the bench, looked away from the textbook, turned to this side, raised his chin and said, "Is the string ready?"

Zhang Jian shook his head: "No."

"Why didn't you call the report? Go to the bathroom?"

"No, I want to give an opinion!"

Zhang Jian swallowed, puffed out his chest, and emboldened himself.

Hou Jun put down the textbook in his hand, got up and walked in front of Zhang Jian, glanced into his yellow washbasin, and said, "Tell me your opinion."

Zhang Jian said: "I have a problem with this kind of torture training. The training method must be scientific, and you can't do it like this. There is no time to rest at noon. Such fatigue bombing is not in line with science. I am a sports training professional. College students, I am against this method of training."

Hou Jun sized Zhang Jian up, snorted softly, and said, "I've seen your file, and I know you're from the Department of Physical Education, and you're a training professional, but don't show off to me. Professional knowledge, if you don’t sleep at noon, you will feel very tired and wronged. When performing a mission, it often takes a dozen hours or even days for a sniper to lurk and wait for the target to appear. Other than that, you almost never sleep, so do you think it’s scientific? War itself is unscientific, and dead people are not scientific. If you want science, don’t be a sniper.”

After some reprimands, Zhang Jian's face turned red and white, and he couldn't utter a word.

Hou Jun continued: "Zhang Jian, do you know what the most basic requirements for a sniper are?"

Zhang Jian said: "Precise marksmanship."

Hou Jun sneered and said, "That's a fart! The most basic thing for a sniper is not marksmanship, which is just a necessary condition. The basis for a sniper is character and mentality. He must be a mature and steady soldier who can withstand enough Soldiers who still maintain a stable mentality after stress and fatigue bombing. Impatient personality, lack of patience, and easy to get angry, these are the taboos of snipers, which will make snipers make mistakes in their judgment on the battlefield, and endanger the safety of their own team .You haven’t slept in the middle of the day for a few days, and you can no longer suppress your anger, so you still deserve to be a sniper?”

He waved his hand: "You can go back to the row room to rest, but from now on you don't need to come to the sniper squad to participate in training. Be a good infantryman. Maybe the sniper profession is too advanced for you, and you don't deserve to learn it."

The words were very heavy, and they pierced Zhang Jian's heart like a knife.

For a long time, he didn't move.

Hou Jun, who had already returned to the small bench, looked back at him, and asked, "What are you still doing standing there? Don't you want science? Don't you want to rest? Go back to sleep!"

He didn't give Zhang Jian any face.

Directly give this new recruit two ways - either get out of here and leave the sniper squad; or train honestly and don't talk about science with me.

In Hou Jun's view, no sniper was trained by the "scientific" method Zhang Jian said.

Li Zheng looked at Zhang Jian, wondering if this guy would really be tough with Hou Jun, and he would not be a sniper directly.

Hou Jun glanced at Li Zheng and asked, "Li Zheng, have you skewered your rice grains?"

Li Zheng quickly shook his head: "No."

Hou Jun said fiercely: "If you don't have it, you are still here to watch the fuck! Why don't you hurry up? Do you want to be scientific too? Yes, you can get out too."

Li Zheng didn't dare to say anything, he lowered his head and continued stringing rice grains.

Zhang Jian called "report" again.

Hou Jun asked: "College student, why are you still standing there? Go back to the row room and sleep in your sleep!"

Zhang Jian gritted his teeth and said, "I take back what I said just now and ask to continue stringing rice grains."

Hou Jun snorted again, without speaking, went back to the bench and continued to read. After reading for a while, he raised his head and shouted at Zhang Jian: "Why are you still standing there? Waiting for your rice to germinate?"

Zhang Jian understood that this was a tacit consent that he retracted his previous remarks, so he sat down obediently, patiently, withstood fatigue, and continued to string rice.

In fact, Li Zheng gradually discovered that snipers were not just as simple as what he had seen in movies and TV before, taking people's lives with a single shot from a thousand meters away, and then leaving behind, hiding their achievements and fame.

Just because I saw many people who I thought were "snipers" on TV and movies, they were not actually snipers at all.

　Ask for a subscription, ask for a monthly pass.

　　Just finished working, I sat on the floor in the hotel room and typed at the small table in front of me with my mobile phone.

　　This damn hotel doesn't even have a chair...

　　my waist……

　　
　
(End of this chapter)