Zheng Liujiang came to the training ground today, which was a rare occasion. He was walking side by side with another old leader in military uniform. The two chatted along the way and occasionally stopped outside the training ground to comment.
Looking behind them, in addition to their respective guards, there was also Fu Jingchen who was a step behind.
"The military district competition will be held soon, and the ten divisions are training very seriously." After turning around for a while, the old leader nodded with satisfaction.
"What Elder Wei said is really amazing," Zheng Liujiang's eyebrows almost flew up, and he said modestly, "After all, our division has the Divine Front Battalion, so it's normal that other divisions are far behind."
He is good at cursing the old leader.
Wei Liao first glanced at the tall Fu Jingchen to wash his eyes, and then said helplessly: "Liujiang, when will you change your habit of bragging?"
It's okay to say this in front of him, but the other division commanders will hear it at the meeting later. When the military region holds a big competition, he is afraid that he will have to bring a few more guards with him.
"The strength is here, being modest is just lying." Zheng Liujiang said confidently.
Wei Liao: “…….”
He gave up discussing this issue with Zheng Liujiang and turned to look to the other side.
Ji Fangshu and Wen Xin happened to come over at this time, and they saluted at the same time, "Old Commander."
The old commander had spent his entire life in the military, and even though he was almost retired, the two men respected him from the bottom of their hearts.
"Are you from the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe?" Wei Liao had a bad memory and still remembered Ji Fangshu.
"Yes, you have a good memory." Ji Fangshu also took the time to introduce Wen Xin, "This is Wen Xin."
"I remember the screenwriter of Onward."
Wei Liao said cheerfully, "Come to think of it, 'Forward' is really wrong. I'm looking forward to watching you and the art troupe rehearse a musical this time."
Hearing this, the smiles on Wen Xin and Ji Fangshu's faces froze at the same time.
First of all, the news was wrong. How did Mr. Wei know about this?
It was embarrassing, but they didn't know how to explain it.
Finally, Zheng Liujiang came out to rescue him, "Mr. Wei, Wen Xin is rehearsing a musical with the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe this time."
Wei Liao frowned slightly. He remembered very clearly that his granddaughter wrote in a letter that the art troupe would perform the script written by Wen Xin.
How did it suddenly become the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe?
Thinking about this, he didn't say anything for a long time, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
Zheng Liujiang, who likes to keep things quiet and is familiar with Wei Liao, was the first to break the silence. "Captain Ji, why did you suddenly want to come to the training ground?"
"We heard that the art troupe came to the shooting range for training," Ji Fangshu said with a smile, "We came to learn from them, and we also want to go back and train with the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe."
"The girls are dancing in the practice room all day long, so they do not get enough physical training." Wen Xin also added.
"oh?"
Wei Liao suddenly became interested, temporarily putting aside his previous doubts, and looked at Zheng Liujiang, "The art troupe is also learning shooting?"
Zheng Liujiang nodded, "Yes, Captain Su also told me specifically to let the Shenfeng Battalion give some guidance when they are free."
"Did they learn to do it?" Wei Liao looked at Fu Jingchen, "Jingchen, what do you think of them learning to do it?"
Zheng Liujiang also pricked up his ears.
"generally."
The overall level of the female soldiers is high, and Fu Jingchen can certainly boast about it.
"Who knows that almost all the members of the Shenfeng Battalion are sharpshooters, and Captain Fu is one of the best among them."
Ji Fangshu said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "If you can hit the target every time, I'm afraid it's just average in the eyes of Captain Fu."
"Hahaha, you're right."
Wei Liao simply said, "It just so happens that there is nothing to do, let's go and take a look."
He hasn't seen his granddaughter for a long time and he misses her too.
The group walked out of the training ground.
The female soldiers were aiming at the target with serious faces. Most of them had standard postures, while a few seemed quite focused.
Liu Yucheng, who was standing by, saw the division commander, battalion commander, and a big shot he knew outside, so he cleared his throat quickly:
"Remember the techniques we talked about before. Aim at the bull's eye and load the gun. Breathe steadily when you pull the trigger. Don't hesitate. Once you've aimed, apply force with your fingers."
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several female soldiers pulled the trigger.
For a while, the sound of shooting was deafening.
Seeing everyone let go, Liu Yucheng turned his gaze to the target and covered his eyes with his hands in hatred.
This group basically scored five rings, some even scored seven or eight rings...some even missed the target!
Originally, the female soldiers had not been trained for long, so they were not very demanding. But the problem is that the leaders are all watching from the outside. When the results come out, they dare not look over there.
People outside the field can naturally see the results on the target.
Seeing Wei Liao frowning and Zheng Liujiang also frowning, Ji Fangshu's eyes flashed with an obvious smile, "I have been studying in the art troupe for a long time, this is already good enough."
She said, "Of course."
The female soldiers in the art troupe were led by people from the Shenfeng Battalion, but their level was so low. This was simply a matter of talent, and it was obvious that there was something wrong with their attitude.
There are so many people, but not a single good one.
So what's the point of them sacrificing their dancing time and doing physical training?
Wei Liao didn't want to keep his mouth shut for the sake of face, and said politely, "I really should focus on training."
Zheng Liujiang, who had just been showing off in front of him, now sang in tune and listened.
At this time in the shooting range, the eight female soldiers who had just been there had retreated to one side, and the other eight female soldiers stood at the aiming point again.
The results of this batch are still average, most of them are in the right circle, the good thing is that they did not miss the target.
Wei Liao didn't say anything either, just stared at him.
After he left, no one else dared to move and stood outside the shooting range.
Jiang Yuman soon noticed them, and seeing Fu Jingchen standing aside, she guessed the identity of the strange face, and felt a little dignified.
They look so happy, they must be very satisfied.
Being with her, Ji Fangshu and Wen Xin felt relaxed both physically and mentally.
There is a meeting with Mr. Wei today. With this incident, it will be difficult for Su Wenzheng and the art troupe to avoid being scolded.
Just like that, the female soldiers in the field discovered them one after another, and they would fail again out of nervousness.
When the third group of female soldiers retreated, Liu Yucheng was so angry that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Fortunately, this time it was Fu Haitang's turn. Liu Yucheng knew that she was a good student, so he quickly arranged her in the most conspicuous position.
Seeing Jiang Yuman standing aside, he used his body to block and waved his hand, "Sister-in-law, you want to try it?"
A good teacher produces good students. Yesterday everyone was discussing her standard posture.
Jiang Yuman hesitated for a moment, but still felt eager to try, so she stood next to Fu Haitang.
Wei Liao didn't see his granddaughter outside the court, and he kept watching everyone score five rings, so his patience was running out.
But when he saw this group standing still, he forced himself to cheer up and planned to watch until they finished watching before leaving.
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