Chapter 43: Chen Yin’s grades were outstanding, but she felt uncomfortable and started to drop her gold…
Chapter 43: Outstanding Achievements
This militia training mission is unprecedentedly heavy.
In addition to the most basic formations and marching, there are also three-kilometer and five-kilometer runs, followed by weighted cross-country running, crawling over barbed wire, climbing up board walls, etc.
Not to mention other projects, just crawling over the barbed wire, their clothes, which were specially patched with two or three layers of patches, were still torn in the right places.
Most people can't complete this project in one try. It's normal to climb it more than ten times, especially the female militia who often look up and get their hair scratched on the thorns of the wire. Not only are they prone to injury, but they also get tangled up and are difficult to remove.
Chen Yin was scratched three or four times, and finally she just kept crawling forward quickly without even looking up.
Yan Jiuru also failed the first time because his hat was scratched.
Platoon Leader Wang shouted, "Take off your hats, keep your body and head down! Watch your guns!"
Yan Jiuru passed the test the second time, but his speed was not fast enough. He climbed three more times before satisfying Platoon Leader Wang.
That was not all. During the five-kilometer run, several militiamen who were wearing cloth shoes had their shoes rot on the road, and in the end they had to continue running the entire course barefoot.
Aunt Yan was originally a little worried about her brand new rubber shoes, but when she saw people running down barefoot, she felt only relief in her heart.
The training was tough, but everyone could still endure it when they thought about the live-fire drills that were coming up. After all, for the militia, the biggest attraction was live-fire training, bar none!
Like everyone else, Yan Jiuru had been looking forward to this day.
Although he had fired a few shots during the battle with the enemy spies, they were all impulsive shots, and he did not have time to carefully experience the mystery of this hot weapon. Moreover, he felt that if he studied it systematically again now, he would definitely be better.
***
They were issued Type 56 semi-automatic rifles during training.
This type of gun is currently widely equipped among militias. It kills enemies with firepower, bayonet and buttstock. Its effective range is 400 meters, and concentrated firepower can kill enemies gathered within 800 meters.
It is said that it can also launch rifle grenades when equipped with a special launcher, and has been tested in actual combat with blood and fire on the border battlefield in the past few years.
"...This gun is relatively light overall, has good shooting accuracy, reliable tactical performance, and is easy to operate and carry. It performs well in both close combat and hand-to-hand combat, making it an excellent individual weapon."
Because there were new militiamen joining, Platoon Leader Wang gave a detailed explanation of the structure and function of the guns. He also explained in detail the stability of holding the gun, how to aim, and the recoil of shooting.
"The three-point-one-line aiming method, in actual combat we can use our thumbs..."
Listening to Platoon Leader Wang's explanation, Yan Jiuru carefully studied the rifle in his hand. Although he would take it apart and study it when he had nothing to do at home, he was not as thorough as Platoon Leader Wang, who had battlefield experience.
There were some small details that I hadn't paid attention to before, but after listening to Platoon Leader Wang's explanation, I had a sudden sense of enlightenment, like "Oh, so that's how it is!"
When it comes to actual practice, we form groups of ten and practice shooting at horizontal fixed targets first, then kneeling shooting, standing shooting, and moving target shooting.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
After a group of people finish shooting, the target reporter calls out the number: "Zero ring, three rings, zero ring, zero ring, four rings, two rings, three rings..."
Most militiamen had not trained for a long time and had lost their touch, and many of them missed the target, but the basic militiamen were still good, and some of them scored four rings on their first shot.
When it was Yan Jiuru's group's turn, he lay steadily behind a makeshift shelter, with the crosshairs and the bull's eye connected by an invisible line.
With a shout: "Release!"
Another burst of gunfire.
The person who reported the target licked his lips and shouted: "Zero ring, zero ring, five rings, four rings, two rings, ten rings! Zero ring, one ring..."
Oh my god, the first shot hit the bull's eye. His shooting skill is amazing, even better than that of the platoon leader!
Platoon Leader Wang thought the target was wrong, so after the group put away their guns, he went to look at the target himself.
Sure enough, there was a very even bullet hole in the center of Yan Jiuru's target.
"Alright, kid, you've made progress!"
Platoon Leader Wang ran back happily and patted Yan Jiuru on the shoulder, then said to Chen Yin, "You're not bad either. You scored five rings on your first shot."
Each person has ten bullets, and the first shot is most likely to miss the target or perform poorly, so the results vary quite a bit.
"...Hold your gun steady, stay calm, and remember the key point 'aim intentionally, fire unintentionally'!" Platoon Leader Wang emphasized this again in the guidance based on the questions from the first round.
The second shot was better, and the results started to improve with the third shot. By the seventh or eighth shot, many militiamen who had missed the target or scored below the third ring were able to hit the sixth or even seventh ring.
Yan Jiuru has remained stable at the tenth ring.
After repeated shooting, he even felt the influence of wind speed, light and recoil. Although it was still ten rings, it was a more different experience for him.
After the first round of ten live ammunition rounds, Yan Jiuru firmly held the first place, and Chen Yin's average target score was 7.9 rings, which was also quite good.
Platoon Leader Wang said to Yan Jiuru, "With your skills, if you have good conditions and training, you might be able to become a professional sniper."
He thought that he should mention this to his superiors when reporting the training results to them, otherwise it would be a waste of talent.
Yan Jiuru didn't care about this.
His study of guns and bullets was just like his study of magic weapons in the past. He had to master them thoroughly to maximize their effectiveness. The key was to better protect himself and attack the enemy at all times, especially now that there were no talismans or magic weapons.
However, he was somewhat surprised by Chen Yin's calmness and decisiveness, and her achievements that were no less than those of men. If she were in the world of cultivation, she would be a good seedling.
For this reason, during the second round of live-fire training, Yan Jiuru personally gave Chen Yin hands-on guidance. After all, Platoon Leader Wang was a man and it was not as convenient as him.
Chen Yin is indeed good. Under his guidance, her best score is eight point five rings, which is very good.
If the fixed target scores didn't differ that much, the moving target scores widened the gap. Yan Jiuru rode away, leaving the others far behind.
***
After returning from training, when Chen Yin took off her clothes, Yan Jiuru saw that her snow-white shoulders were already bruised.
Yan Jiuru quickly found the medicinal wine, rubbed his palms to warm them up, poured the wine on her and rubbed it: "Bear with the pain, this needs to be rubbed open, otherwise it will cause blood stasis."
Chen Yin was in so much pain that tears came to her eyes. "Be gentle."
"It's too light, baby, it's not heavy anymore. Bear with it~"
This was the situation in most families that day.
Several men in the Yan family were massaged by Grandpa Yan.
Yan's father and Yan Jiuru both endured it without saying a word. Rushan was usually fine, but at this moment he was howling in pain and wanted to run away, but his grandfather caught him and continued to rub him.
Rusong and Ruyue were laughing heartily beside them.
Rushan gestured towards the two of them and said, "Just wait, this day will come for you too."
Two small ones: slightly~
***
Yan Jiuru, Chen Yin and more than 20 other basic militiamen participated in the commune's training. After several rounds of assessment and selection, Yan Jiuru and four other people participated in the county's militia training.
Half a month later, Yan Jiuru and five others returned to the team on the first snow.
At the same time, their results were also brought back. Among them, Yan Jiuru ranked fifth in the county militia individual score and 23rd in the team score, which is the best result in the history of the Red Star Commune militia.
A short separation is better than a new marriage, so the young couple will inevitably have several in-depth exchanges.
"...A few days before I came back, I received news from the county that my job was finally coming to fruition."
"Oh? What kind of work did I assign to you?" Chen Yin immediately turned over, waiting for him to continue with sparkling eyes.
"Well, maybe they heard I'm a good shot, so it would be a waste to do anything else. One position is as a police officer at a police station in Beijing," he paused, then continued, "and the other is as an officer in the security department of a research institute."
Chen Yin frowned, "What's the difference between the two?"
Yan Jiuru smiled and said, "They are quite different. The police officers are from the public security system, the research institute is affiliated with the army, and the security department is military." There is another thing he didn't mention.
"So which one do you like? Actually, you had good grades in high school, so you don't necessarily have to do this."
Chen Yin knew that he loved to touch guns, and she also liked the feeling of shooting, but that was different from having a job with guns. There was no job that dealt with guns without risking one's life.
Alas, but she also knew that there were many things she could not choose.
Yan Jiuru was silent for a moment, then said, "If I had to choose between these two, I would probably choose the Security Department."
"By the way, you have three options for your job. Would you like to hear them?"
Chen Yin rolled her eyes at him, then lay back on his arms, drawing circles on his solid chest with her fingers. She whispered, "Talk, I'm listening."
Yan Jiuru hugged the person and kissed him, comforting him, "You have to have confidence in me. Okay?"
Chen Yin, however, was so upset that he started to cry, as if he was going to face a vicious criminal tomorrow.
Yan Jiuru picked up something and wiped her tears.
Chen Yin dodged for a moment, and when she saw clearly what he was holding, she slapped him in the face and said in a low voice, "What did you use to wipe it for me? You bad guy!"
A flurry of punches came down.
Yan Jiuru dodged and hurriedly glanced at the thing in his hand, "This, uh——"
"Puff~" He laughed himself and said with a smile: "Sorry, sorry, my eyesight is poor. I'll use something else to wipe it for you~"
"Get lost!"
The couple quarreled for a while, and Chen Yin lay down again angrily.
Yan Jiuru had to pay a lot of courtesy before he was allowed to get into the bed.
He wanted to continue the previous topic, but when he thought about it... He couldn't help but chuckle under the quilt again.
Chen Yin was so angry that she pinched his waist hard, but unfortunately, the man's skin was so tight that she couldn't pinch him at all.
Yan Jiuru suppressed his laughter, held her hand, and said: "...your job is, one is a librarian in the same district as me, it's very leisurely, you can read books as you like, and you can take care of the children;
Another one is a clerk in the Logistics Management Office of Kyoto University. He goes to and from get off work on time. The university has its own affiliated nursery, kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school and high school.
There’s another one…”
"No need for more, this one from university is good enough."
Chen Yin is not so ambitious. She only graduated from high school and has always regretted not having the chance to go to college. Now that she has the opportunity to work there, what else would she want?
Yan Jiuru shook his head and smiled, then continued, "The last one is a clerk at the People's Bank of China in a certain district. He's also quite good. You can consider it more."
"By the way, we have to go to Kyoto in a couple of days to liaise with the relevant units there and finalize the position. The unit has to arrange this before the New Year."
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