After leaving Uncle Liu's house, I went to the department store to buy a pair of rubber shoes. Starting Monday, I went to the militia company of the armed forces for training every day after get off work.
Some militia companies established after the founding of the People's Republic of China received regular military training, with strict standards for grappling, firearm handling, disassembly and assembly, and shooting.
Her shoes don't fit her well. This is hard training, not showing off.
The next day I wore my rubber shoes to work so I didn't have to change them after get off work. The blissful day flew by, and I hurried to catch the bus.
The militia company was established in 1951. The city, county, township, and village all have their own organizations. Daily production and work are not delayed.
There are many training subjects, especially air raid training. Jiang Cha and the others' first firearms class was "shooting down an airplane." (Those who want to think about it, please face the wall.)
One person takes a horse stance and opens the machine gun's support with both hands. Using their height to adjust the muzzle's firing angle, another person aims and shoots through the scope.
They train not only the coordination between the two people, but also the aiming angle, speed, and most importantly, accuracy, which requires practice at the shooting range.
She also met Guangjin and Leizi on the training ground, and the two of them complained to her.
"You came a little late. We've been training for ten days now, running with weights and practicing grappling and fighting every day. My dad said it's okay for me not to join the army, but as the offspring of a soldier, I have to be prepared at all times. You threw it at us when you were on a business trip."
Lei Zi was in charge of aiming the rifle, which was incredibly heavy, and he had to hold it very still. Jiang Cha was assigned to horse stance and holding the rifle. Thanks to my friend for taking me in. I was a latecomer, and no one else wanted me.
It's a very simple movement, but you need to master the essentials to achieve standard movements and quick reactions. All of this requires practice. After three hours of training, Jiang Cha's legs have already separated from her waist.
On the way back, her limbs were each doing their own thing, and everyone had their own ideas.
She didn't even eat dinner, just showered and went to bed. The next morning, the soreness made her walk a bit like Teacher Pan in "Raise Your Hands."
Her ferocious face was much scarier than the one she had on the face mask that day. She staggered into the office, and the older women looked at her curiously, wondering if she was going to steal at night.
"Did you bump into something or stretch something?"
"I went to the militia company. Yesterday was the first day of training. I'm tired, but I'll be fine in two days."
Lying slumped in the chair, this classmate comes to the company to rest every day.
"Why didn't you come to our unit's militia company? I heard they even get subsidies!"
What does it mean to be able to live well? She doesn’t even know there are subsidies. I’ll have to ask about it tonight.
"It's near our home. It's very late after training, so it's convenient to go back home."
She couldn't say that she was going to the basic militia company. In the late 1960s and early 1970s, our country had constant friction with the Russians on the border because of the "Zhen Mou Island" issue.
The atmosphere in China was tense at the time, with everyone being conscripted. It was then that the militia companies were divided into ordinary militia companies and core militia companies.
The conditions for ordinary militia companies are relaxed, with simple daily training and a centrally managed armory. The conditions for basic militia companies are strict, requiring good physical fitness and a good political background.
The daily training is more rigorous, and the soldiers have their own guns. They can take them home with them, making them a team that can be deployed at any time if the situation arises.
"If a woman doesn't stay home to do the laundry, cook, and take care of the children, what's the point of being a militia? She's not worried about not getting married if she just spends her days there, my mother always says."
"Your mother said you should go home and nurse. She's a grown man, and she keeps saying that all the time. How many women's militia companies are there? The Chairman said, 'Women hold up half the sky.' How come your mother is more powerful than him?"
This bastard mama's boy is so weak and uses such nasty tricks.
"Xiao Li, your thinking is very dangerous. There are so many Iron Girls and March 8th Red Flag Bearers, all of whom are very outstanding women. How come in your case, only washing clothes and cooking have become the criteria?"
Compared to those outstanding women, I hope that next time when you arrange work, your mother will not show up in the office. This is the workplace, not your home. If it happens again, you should go home and stay at home, and let your mother tie you up!
It's rare to see Section Chief Shao lose his temper. While I was away, this distinguished man called his mother over again?
'What's going on?'
I secretly asked the older sister at the next table, "Just listen to the melon that's delivered to your door."
'A few days ago, there was a mission to Fujian, but the old lady in their family came and made a fuss about not letting us go, saying that there was a war going on there and it was unsafe.
He also told the section chief to send his son to places that were not too far away and were relatively wealthy, such as Shanghai, Hangzhou, Suzhou, and Tianjin.
This is awesome! The heir to the throne shouldn't have been released. The section chief is incredibly patient. If it were her, she would have transferred him somewhere else long ago.
During the day, I had nothing to do, so I would chat about gossip and eat melons, and learn to knit with the older sisters. The four gossip kings were so angry at her that they were planning to retire from the world and stop knitting for the time being. They knew that newbies were a bit slow, but they didn't say they were that stupid!
After an hour of hands-on instruction, I still couldn't figure out how to hold a bamboo stick, let alone knit a large plain stitch. I spent a long time studying the first stitch and still couldn't figure out how to thread it.
The angry sisters said that if you give a chicken a handful of rice, it will eat it.
Jiang Cha was also quite aggrieved. The elder sister demonstrated. Her eyes told her that it was OK and super easy, but when she got the hang of it, her brain was at a loss and her left and right hands were out of control.
The hit was so severe that she could only make up for it during night training. She only hit 5 rings and one hole in 10 live-fire shots. She excitedly reported to the company commander that she had hit one hole, and each shot went through the same place.
"This level is amazing. I tell you, if you practice for a while, you'll definitely be a sharpshooter."
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