Darkness is Coming

The sun is shining brightly during the day, and the grass in the green belt is a little wilted, but the flowers of the motherland are full of energy, listening to the instructors’ explanations with all their attention, tirelessly practicing the teaching aids in their hands, and sweat dripping down It is a drizzle that waters joy.

On the campus of Nandu University, in the makeshift shooting range, Zeng Bo stared blankly at the heavy pistol in his hand, next to his classmates who were sweating and stinking, all with excited expressions on their faces. Zeng Bo has only seen such a state of passion in these rough men when he held a social party with foreign language girls.

  In addition to the unpleasant sticky sweat smell, the smell of gun oil fills the nose, this smell is like salt melted in white water, you can't see it, but it is always there. Even if you walk out of the shooting range, away from the instructors and classmates in military uniforms, you can still hear the loud slogans and queues marching on the campus - even if the military training is carried out in batches, the gymnasium and playground still cannot meet the demand, the main roads of the school and The square and other places were also temporarily requisitioned as military training grounds.

   Even if he leaves the school, he can hear related topics again and again in the chats of street vendors, relatives and friends, constantly reminding Zeng Bo of the great changes taking place in his life.

This change is foreshadowed. The battle to defend the southern capital that shook the whole country a week ago was the opening ceremony of a new era. Anyone with a normal IQ would not think that their life would be the same as usual, but not many people thought that the change would come so quickly. , so thoroughly that every ordinary person living in his own little world is not immune to the impact.

   "We...why learn to use guns?"

Among the more than 60 students in the two classes, Zeng Bo was the only exception who did not play with the gun immediately after he got it. Like other boys, he always fantasized about equipping himself with a majestic pistol.

China is the country with the strictest gun control. Zeng Bo has a deep understanding of this. Zeng Bo has a cousin who is a criminal policeman. When he first joined the job, he did not avoid carrying guns like an experienced old policeman. Carry a gun, and often bring it home. At that time, Zeng Bo was a bear child, and he played with his uncle's gun. He was stripped and hung up and beaten to the hospital.

Even criminal police officers who have the right to handle cases with guns are reluctant to carry guns with them, because the gun number and number of bullets must be registered in the gun room. The willingness to bring a gun to handle a case shows the strictness of domestic gun control. Only state violent agencies have the right to access such lethal weapons - this is not only to maintain social security and stability, but also to ensure that those in power can more easily rule and manage the people.

Military training to touch a gun is a special treatment for some military academies. As for Nandu University and some ordinary universities in the province, if you want students to undergo military training, it is just to let the students kick and kick in the sun. , Standing in a military posture, singing military songs, can not really achieve the effect of "exercising the body" and "honing the will".

When he entered the freshman year, Zeng Bo once listened to the president's speech, saying that military training is the basic form of national defense education for students, and one of the important measures to cultivate "four talents" talents. , an extremely effective means of strengthening national defense forces. The purpose of military training is to improve students' political consciousness through strict military training, stimulate patriotism, carry forward the spirit of revolutionary heroism, cultivate the perseverance and collectivism of hard work and hard work, enhance the concept of national defense and organizational discipline, and develop good master the basic military knowledge and skills.

  Zeng Bo is only the principal. The old man is farting. From the freshman's point of view, military training is a legacy of the old times, a disgusting convention and form, and a school used to frustrate the freshman's spirit.

   But now, the situation seems to have changed completely, and the true meaning of military training seems to be moving closer to the headmaster's formulaic speech.

   A third-year student majoring in integrated circuits, why should he re-enter military training to learn how to use guns? Ordinary people who are about to become a screw in the modern industry, why should they master the use of lethal weapons? Zeng Bo shuddered at the implications of the government's move.

   Change can only happen when there is a need.

"What kind of demand is it that will cause such a big change? Does training ordinary students like us mean that one day in the future, we may be forced to enlist in the army and go to the battlefield?" Zeng Bo dared not put this sentence When I asked the question, when I was meditating in my heart, I felt that the top of my heart was shaking, and the cold blood was squeezed all over the body. It was obviously a hot day, but my whole body was cold. The paradox was that my body was still sweating. Yes, the heart is also cold.

   "Zeng Bo, hello!"

Someone pushed Zeng Bo, Zeng Bo turned his head and saw that the nervous dormitory roommate was holding the muzzle at him, so close that Zeng Bo could vaguely see a line of coded numbers engraved on the gun body, and Rifling in the muzzle.

"Fuck, Zeng Bo, it's a real gun!" The roommate's face was flushed, and he was so excited that he received a love letter from his first girlfriend. This metaphor is not so appropriate. Zeng Bo estimated that even if he traded a love letter for a gun, he would be an idiot. Most of the friends still refused.

   "Really gun you and he | Mom is still facing me, crazy!" Zeng Bo hurriedly dodged, glaring angrily.

"Hey, cowardly, afraid of an egg? This is a coach's bullet, can it kill you?" The roommate skillfully pushed the bullet and loaded it, then pulled out the magazine and shook it in his hand. There were five Huang Chengcheng in it. The bullet, obviously, he has practiced this movement many times.

   Before Zeng Bo could speak, a big calloused hand covered his roommate's wrist and pressed the muzzle to the ground.

"As I said, the muzzle of a gun is not allowed to be aimed at anyone." The instructor looked at the idiot roommate, his eyes did not show anger, but he was extremely oppressive, as if the roommate who made a mistake was like a mosquito, and was about to be caught in the instructor's place. In a slightly frowned brow.

"Blank bullets fired at close range will also cause harm to the human body. Don't let me see it again." The instructor grabbed the gun, pointed to the outside of the shooting range, and ordered, "Go out for five laps, and then come back to practice shooting. "

  The roommate didn't dare to argue, so he turned around and went away, and the instructor turned to look at Zeng Bo again.

   "Instructor Cheng." Zeng Bo bowed his head respectfully.