Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 64
In fact, Fatty Wei's excitement is understandable.

Every big boy has a dream of playing with guns, especially real guns, which are different from the air guns in the park and the water guns in the water park.

No matter how much blue fire Gatling you play, you can't stand up to someone else firing a real bullet.

The first shot in a row was in the afternoon of the next day. The day before that, Hou Jun arranged for a whole day of aiming training. Except for a cross-country run in the morning, there was almost no physical training for the rest of the time. All lying on the third practice aiming.

In the words of Fatty Wei, he was so lying down that he shrank back.

However, everyone still likes this kind of training. There is nothing more gratifying than not doing physical training. For recruits, not doing physical training is already great news.

When gathering in the afternoon, Hou Jun checked the weather.

Today is a cloudy and cloudy day. The sun shyly hides in the clouds for a long time and refuses to come out. The breeze is cool and pleasant.

Hou Jun stood in front of the team and made a routine speech before departure.

"Today is a good weather. The weather is the most suitable and the most beautiful for shooting a gun. I can get good results. After half a month of practice, I can see whether it is a dragon or a worm, whether it is a mule or a horse. I will know it when I go to the shooting range today. It’s useless to be forced to bang, and the critical moment still depends on the real ability. Let me tell you, our fourth company is a well-known sharpshooter company in the whole division. As far as I am concerned, if I say that I am the second in the division, then no one dares to be the number one. One... that... Wei Guoxing, what are you mumbling about in the team?! You! Come out!"

Fatty Wei was taken aback and quickly shut up.

I just muttered with laughter just now, but I didn't expect Hou Jun's ears to be better than owls, and he heard it.

"Yes!"

But he had to obey orders.

Seeing that he was called out, and hearing what he said just now, Li Zheng thought that this fat man had made trouble for him again.

What Fatty Wei said just now was—"Then why did you lose last time..."

This is Hou Jun's weakness.

The last time a fart collapsed at a critical moment, which caused him to miss the target. Everyone knows that Hou Jun has been depressed for several days, and his depression is written all over his face.

No one dared to mention that matter, including the company cadres, let alone the recruits, so it would be fun to discuss it in private.

Fatty Wei arrived at the front of the queue and stood there in embarrassment, wanting to dig out a three-bedroom and two-living room with his toes on the ground, and felt even more uneasy.

Hou Jun asked: "Repeat what you just said."

Fatty Wei didn't dare to say it, his face turned red, and he didn't dare to utter a word in the end.

Hou Jun shouted: "Say!"

Fatty Wei was startled, and blurted out: "I said platoon leader, you are so good, why did you lose last time!"

As soon as he said that, he was frightened first, and all the recruits in the team were so shocked that they couldn't keep their mouths shut.

Fatty Wei looked like he was about to cry, he should never have done it, why did he tell the truth?
He wanted to make up a reason to fool the past, saying that what he said just now was that the platoon leader is powerful, the platoon leader is awesome, and the platoon leader is invincible.

But when he was making it up in his heart, Hou Jun yelled at him, and directly vented the truth.

It’s over.

Li Zheng closed his eyes in the team, unable to bear to see Fatty Wei's miserable end.

You know, Hou Jun is known for his strict training in the company, and he is usually notoriously impersonal. Fatty Wei poked his lung tube in public, and he didn't punish Fatty Wei for shit?

"I know you're talking about me in private."

What was unexpected was that Hou Jun was not as furious as he had imagined, but suddenly changed his tone and became gentle.

"In my first year as a soldier, I took the first place in the regiment's rifle shooting practice. During the assessment, I shot three times and got full marks three times. Let me ask you, who can do it?"

The line fell silent.

This result is indeed scary enough.

The bullseye of the [-]-meter fixed chest ring target is only ten centimeters in diameter, which is about the size of a grain of rice when viewed through a mechanical sight.

There is an element of luck in hitting a full circle once, but three times in a row, as a recruit, there is no other reasonable explanation except strength.

"In the second year, I went to the group army to participate in the top-level competition. I trained for three months. I wore out two sets of camouflage uniforms. The other parts were not damaged, except for the elbow."

Hou Jun's gaze swept over each recruit sternly, with the pride of a veteran written all over his face.

"From the third year onwards, in all the competitions and assessments in the division, I ranked first in rifles and sniper rifles, and I never failed. But I admit that my luck is very bad. As a Chinese soldier, I went abroad to participate in a sniper competition. To put it bluntly, I want to see if those foreign devils are as powerful as the gang of beautiful people on the Internet, and whether we Chinese soldiers are shorter than others. I admit that there is still an element of vanity, I want to get a first-class merit medal to be discharged from the army, don’t go back to the village in front of my chest, my back will be harder than a steel plate, if I don’t get it...I have no face to go home these years.”

"You said I lost again this time. That's right, I lost again. Do you know who my opponent was that day? His name is Zhong Rui, and he is the best sniper in the Blood Wolf Special Brigade of Group A, but do you know? He used to be my soldier, he used to stand in front of me like you, like a fool who didn't know anything, I brought him out and made him the most powerful sniper, but unfortunately, he He was spotted by the blood wolf brigade and picked away..."

Hou Jun stopped in his tracks, with mixed emotions in his eyes.

It was the first time for the recruits below to hear about this, and they couldn't help but whispered.

Li Zheng never expected that the sniper who defeated Hou Jun that day was actually a soldier brought out by Hou Jun himself.

He suddenly understood how depressed Hou Jun was when he came back from the game those few days.

For Hou Jun, he could have won, but he farted because he had a bad stomach, and he lost everything, and the opponent was still the soldiers he had led.

Suddenly he remembered what Hou Jun said to him at the duty post. Judging from his tone, it seemed that Li Zheng needed to make a promise before he was willing to teach him all his sniper skills.

At that time, Li Zheng still looked down on Hou Jun a little bit, an acting platoon leader who had been a soldier for more than eight years, a veteran, just so open-minded.

But now that he has contacted Zhong Rui, he seems to be able to understand his platoon leader again.

The cabbage you cultivated so hard was picked up by others and walked away. It would be uncomfortable for anyone else, not to mention that the cabbage that was pushed away turned around and you were eaten up and almost choked to death. That kind of feeling is actually understandable.

"I just want to say that until today I have not fulfilled my wish to go abroad to compete, nor did I get the first-class merit of my dream in the martial arts field. The head of the team said that I would declare a second-class merit, which is enough for me. But I don't want it." , I don’t want a consolation prize, what I want is a military medal won by my own strength. I said this not to let you think how good I am, but to tell you that if you are half as good as me, you are not in vain Soldiers this time!"

He pointed his hand, half turned around, and said in the direction of the shooting range: "Everyone, don't take yourself too seriously. The first time a recruit shoots a gun, many miss the target. If you can pass, even if you haven’t practiced in vain for half a month, let’s set off now and speak with your strength on the shooting range. Don’t hide in the team and be a gossip, commenting on my failures. Do you have the right to do so? !"

　Ask for recommendations, ask for votes!
　　


(End of this chapter)