Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 109

"Where are those two boys, Li Zheng and Zhang Jian?"

Hou Jun came out of the row room to organize night training, but he didn't see Li Zheng and Zhang Jian when he looked left and right, so he asked Wu Yi who led the team to run just now.

Wu Yi pointed to the direction of the division headquarters and said, "The two of them have gone to apprenticeship."

"Teacher?" Hou Jun said, "What kind of teacher do you worship? Is there anyone better than me?"

Wu Yi laughed: "Old squad leader, he is the teacher of Chief of Staff Baizhuang."

The implication is, old squad leader, you can compare with Chief of Staff Zhuang to see who is better.

Although Wu Yi has always been a loyal supporter of Hou Jun, when it comes to strength, he naturally knows that Hou Jun is not as good as Zhuang Yan.

I heard that it was solemn, Hou Jun was so unreasonable this time, he didn't dare to refute half a word.

Wu Yi asked again: "Old squad leader, what level are you talking about Chief Staff Zhuang's marksmanship?"

Hou Jun said unhappily: "He has participated in international competitions and won medals. How can I compare?"

Talking about this topic made him feel a little embarrassed, so he changed the subject and asked, "You said that the two of them went to apprentice. Did you meet Chief of Staff Zhuang just now?"

Wu Yi said: "Well, I ran into him halfway while leading us to run the five kilometers. He also taught Wei Guoxing how to survive the limit period. Not to mention, it was very useful."

Hou Jun nodded subconsciously: "He has led soldiers for so many years, and they are all special forces. It is not surprising that they have two brushes."

He asked again: "You haven't said what teacher those two boys went to worship."

Wu Yi said: "I'm guessing. They just said that they wanted to run an extra five kilometers. I know they went after Chief of Staff Zhuang. What kind of teacher do you think they can worship? Isn't it just about shooting. Probably shooting I can't beat that Zhuang Haoran in the second row, so I won't accept it."

Hou Jun said: "Actually, what is there to compare this to? I asked, that Zhuang Haoran started touching guns in the fifth grade of elementary school. His father was on the shooting team. He participated in the national league and won medals. , even if it is a spider on the spider web at the gate of the temple, it can become a master of Taoism by facing the Buddha and chanting scriptures every day, let alone a human being? Didn't play much, like reaching the sky in one step is better than others who have practiced for a few years?"

Wu Yi said: "It's less than a week before the big assessment before leaving the company. I'm not in a hurry, they are in a hurry."

Hou Jun sighed: "The two boys are good soldiers, but I can see it. They both like to compete. Didn't you notice? But if these two get together, they will definitely compare to death. Neither will lose to the other. Come on!" I could tell about the evidence of the gun, I guess the two of them knew each other at home, and they must have been at odds with each other, otherwise it wouldn't have happened."

Wu Yi said: "Don't worry! It's a good thing for recruits to be competitive. If they are not competitive, they are no different from salted fish. Soldiers over the years, don't you think that top guy is competitive? Dough has no personality at all. Soldiers are suspected of going to the cooking class."

Hou Jun was amused by Wu Yi, patted him on the shoulder and said: "It makes sense, when you were a recruit, I also fell in love with your stubbornness of not admitting defeat, otherwise you would not be the squad leader. "

Wu Yi chuckled, and finally couldn't help but glanced in the direction of the division headquarters.

"Old squad leader, do you think they can learn some unique skills from Chief of Staff Renzhuang?"

Hou Jun suddenly stomped his feet: "Cough! I was so busy talking about those two new recruits that I forgot about myself. In fact, I should also go for a long run with Chief Staff Zhuang, and I have to ask for advice!"

Wu Yi's hair was suddenly covered with black lines.

He had never seen his old squad leader be so convincing to a person.

After all, Hou Jun still didn't chase after Zhuangyan that night, and in fact he couldn't catch up.

Li Zheng and Zhang Jian returned to the new barracks after more than ten minutes.

Hou Jun called the two over, and saw the smiling faces of the two before asking, and knew in his heart that it was all over.

As the acting platoon leader, he absolutely has no objection to his soldiers asking experts for advice.

It's rare that Chief of Staff Zhuang is willing to teach, why not learn?
"It's done?" He looked at the two of them and asked.

Li Zheng and Zhang Jian were very excited, nodded several times in a row, and then said: "It's done, platoon leader, guess how he agreed?"

Hou Jun said, "I didn't install a bug on you, do you think I'm a god?"

Li Zheng said: "Just now Zhang Jian and I were asked to accompany him to run another five kilometers. The score must be within 22 minutes before he agreed to teach us how to shoot 10 rings."

Hou Jun said, "You ran in?"

Zhang Jian said: "Of course, you know me, platoon leader. I have never been cowardly in training."

Hou Jun nodded and said: "That's right, you are pretty good among the recruits. By the way, when did he come to guide you?"

"Noon." Li Zheng took over the words: "The chief himself is very busy and only has time at noon. He will drive over and take us to the small shooting range of the division headquarters. He will teach us by himself."

"Fuck!" Hou Junhuo stood up suddenly: "A small shooting range in the division?"

He knew the shooting range.

The area is not too big, because it is used for pistol shooting training for the officers of the division headquarters. It does not need to be too large, and there is only a shooting range of 100 meters.

But being able to go there for training, this treatment...

This is like starting a small stove at the same time!

It's not just an ordinary stove.

What about other colleges!
The colonel taught shooting in person, at least at the regimental level or above.

"No..." Hou Jun thought for a while, and there was an idea in his mind, but it was difficult to speak, and the words did not come out of his mouth.

Li Zheng asked: "Platoon leader, do you have any questions?"

Hou Jun thought about it again, but finally didn't say anything. He waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you report to the first squad leader. After training, go to rest early, recharge your batteries and don't embarrass me tomorrow."

"Yes!"

The two recruits stood at attention, saluted, turned and ran away.

Seeing the figure of Li Zheng and the other two leaving, Hou Jun turned around several times, finally looked up at the starry sky, and murmured: "Why don't you take me along?"

Having said that, I already had an idea in my heart.

That night, Li Zheng was in a state of excitement all night.

It feels like those years when my parents were still there, every New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve dinner, and lying in bed at night.

Because the next day I want to give New Year greetings to the elders, and there must be lucky money for New Year greetings. For children, the most exciting thing in the New Year is having lucky money to buy what they want.

After the night training, I went to take a shower. Zhang Jian looked similar to himself. When he was in the shower, he sang the song "My Sun" with his voice.

Zhang Jian likes to sing this tune, saying that it was taught to him by his vocal music teacher before, and it is a small hobby.

However, comrades of the same year can’t appreciate it. Whenever he sings this world famous song with his voice hanging in the shower, everyone feels as if he has fallen from summer to winter in the Arctic, and the goose bumps all over his body. one place.

Tonight, Li Zheng felt that this guy sang pretty well, so he hummed along.

Only Fatty Wei shivered when he heard Li Zheng's voice in the bathroom next door, and cursed, "One is crazy, and the other is also crazy."

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