Chapter 74: Report, what’s there to be afraid of?
Not interested in listening to the "shooting expert" from Class 8 share his experience, Chen Mo stood up with his gun, patted his butt, and went to join the crowd.
Crowded close.
Chen Mo saw clearly that the three veterans were carrying boxes filled with bullets.
The lid has not been opened yet, but the front of the box is printed with white paint "7.62×39mm", the number is 1440 rounds, and the weight is 29kg.
At first glance, it looks like a box for 7.62 ordinary bullets.
This was shooting for new recruits. Before they even started, they brought in three boxes of bullets. This made Chen Mo once again sigh at how generous the armored brigade's funding was.
Unlike motorcycles, which are full of searching and clicking.
The ammunition box was pried open. The first box was not full. There was only an iron box inside. The veteran next to it took out the iron box and placed it on the ammunition box.
Just like removing the pull ring of a beverage bottle, the veteran walked around and pulled off the iron bar. He took out the packaging label inside, looked at it, and placed it at his feet.
Inside the iron box are packages of bullets wrapped in yellow oil paper.
The veteran in charge of unpacking the boxes saw Chen Mo squatting beside him and watching. He turned his head and smiled, "Scholar, don't worry. When the time comes, you can join our reconnaissance company. We'll shoot bullets until you vomit."
As he spoke, the veteran even picked up the packaging label and pointed to the date on it, boasting, "See? These bullets were produced two years ago, but once they're unpacked, they have to be used within a year."
"If you can't finish these three boxes of ammunition today, we will take you back to the company to concentrate on night shooting practice. When you come to the reconnaissance company, you can shoot as much as you want."
"When you're assigned to a company, if the company commander asks you which squad you want to join, remember to say you want to go to squad three. I'm the squad leader, and we know each other so well. I'll definitely take care of you."
"Okay, thank you, squad leader."
When Chen Mo heard this, he grinned on the surface, but in his heart he was cursing, "I believe you, you idiot."
When I really get to the third shift, I don’t know what kind of care this so-called care will provide.
He didn't squat there for long before he was driven away by other veterans. Because live ammunition was involved, the control in the army was very strict.
Even when distributing bullets, it was not a case of anyone taking as much as they wanted. Instead, the armorer Liang Hongjie took out a packet of oil paper from an iron box.
Then he took the list of new recruits from each class, counted out thirty bullets based on five bullets per person, handed it to the person next to him to count again, and then someone else had to count it again before it could be distributed to the squad leaders of each class.
That guy has a strong sense of ritual.
It took several rounds of inspection just to fire a bullet, and by the time it was Team 8's turn, it was almost ten minutes later.
By the time Lao Pao received the two small oil-paper packages, everyone in Class 8 was looking forward to it.
After more than a month in the camp, this is the first time they miss Lao Pao so much.
Seeing people coming, they all stared at him eagerly.
The veteran was a very shrewd man, so how could he not see the recruit's thoughts? He opened one of the oil paper packages, took out a dark orange bullet made of pure copper from it, and handed it to Chen Mo.
"The first round of shooting will be the gun calibration. There will be an armorer squatting next to you to check your target scores. Remember, don't shoot too fast, shoot one shot at a time."
"If the sight isn't working, someone will use a gun calibrator to calibrate your sight. Also, remember the key points of the shooting grip."
"Don't be too nervous when you shoot. Not only will you miss the target, but you might also get hit in the eye with the butt of the gun."
"Do you understand?"
"clear!!"
Everyone responded positively, but no one knew how many people actually went to listen.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the bullet in Chen Mo's hand.
"This is bigger than a shotgun bullet." Zhu Gaituan, the "chief lecturer", put his head in front of Chen Mo's hand and observed it carefully for a while before commenting.
"This shape should be easy to make. I used a file to grind the copper from my hometown. I can almost grind it into the same shape. I just don't know how to fill it with gunpowder."
Feng Junling, the "second lecturer", has begun to study how to polish bullets.
Originally, the old man was quite generous. If the recruit wanted to see what the bullet looked like, he could just take it out and see it. He was not that rigid.
But when he heard Feng Junling was researching how to make bullets, Lao Pao's face turned from rosy to black. He raised his foot and kicked Feng Junling fiercely, cursing: "You have strong hands-on ability."
"Do you want me to tell you how to fill the gunpowder?"
"No, thanks."
Old Feng stood at attention hurriedly, not realizing where he had gone wrong.
But it didn’t matter whether he understood it or not, the bullet in Chen Mo’s hand had definitely been taken away.
Everyone in Class 8 was so angry that they pointed their fingers at Feng Junling, looking as if they were disappointed in him.
Damn, just now after Lao Pao fired the bullets, the others didn’t even dare to touch them, they were just looking forward to studying them for a while.
But it's okay, after so long.
Class 1 is finally about to start shooting.
The motor vehicle company's shooting range is very small, with only eight targets in a whole row, just enough for a small combat squad, so only one squad can go on the range at a time.
Wearing a red armband and holding a small red flag, Liang Hongjie paced back and forth in front of the shooting range, shouting, "Attention, all squads! Squads not called for live-fire exercises must all retreat outside the cordon."
"Squad one, march in formation, squad two, get ready."
"This target practice is five rounds, 100 meters prone chest ring target. Prepare the class, and the supervisor will begin loading the magazine."
Since Class 8 was still a long way from getting its turn, Lao Pao didn't bother with them. Chen Mo just moved his feet and looked in the direction of Class 1.
After they were in position at the front, I didn't know what the old soldiers who served as ordnance officers were whispering about, but they were whispering to the new recruits who were lying on the ground for a long time.
They straightened up and gestured to be ready.
Liang Hongjie raised the flag and slammed it down: "Shoot!"
Bang, bang, bang.
Gunshots rang out continuously at the shooting range.
"What a crisp sound." Someone in the crowd said.
Chen Mo actually agreed with this. The Type 81 gun not only had a crisp sound, but also had pleasant sounds when loading the magazine and pulling the bolt. This was something that later guns could not match.
Since this shooting was for gun calibration, the speed was very slow. Every time a bullet was fired, the armorer would check it with a telescope, and if the bullet missed the target, he would hold the gun and look at it for a long time.
The students queuing behind me had their necks stretched out like giraffes.
Finally, Squad One fired all five bullets.
As the sound of bolts being pulled to check came, the new recruits who had just practiced shooting stood up and strode out of the shooting position like lions who had won a battle.
"Now let's start the target reporting."
After Liang Hongjie received the target paper, he carefully checked it several times before shouting, "Target number one, five bullets, two bullet holes, 12 rings."
"Target number two, five bullets, seven holes, 55 rings."
"Target number three, five bullets, four holes, 38 rings."
“.”
As the target scores were reported, they were read out one by one.
Chen Mo clearly noticed that Cheng Dong's face in the distance was getting darker and darker.
There are six new recruits in a class.
It was still the 100-meter shooting in the prone position. Overall, all five shots hit the target, but the number of targets did not exceed the passing number of 35 rings.
The remaining rings were qualified, but there were also some strong people who hit seven bullet holes with five bullets, and there was even the last person who hit the target and had eight bullet holes.
It's really a bit outrageous.
"Let Class Two go in, and Class Three get ready." Cheng Dong waved his hand with a dark face, and glared at the monitor of Class One.
The group of lions who had just won a battle quickly became as wilted as lambs, squatting in the distance with their heads hung, holding their guns, and remaining silent.
Next, Chen Mo will pay attention to the grades of each class.
What can I say about each class? Some are good, some are bad.
The good ones can get three passing scores in a row, but the bad ones are hard to describe. Some of them even missed the target with all five shots, and some even hit the target rod.
In fact, some recruits have poor shooting skills, which has nothing to do with gun calibration.
Besides, these armorers are not from professional repair classes. They calibrate guns based on the feelings of the recruits. There is no scope to assist in calibration, so they just do it on a small scale, and in the end the quality will only get worse and worse.
"Fuck, is this the result of you reporting on your practice all day?"
Seeing that half of the recruits in the company were already recruited, and there were still only a handful who could pass the test, Cheng Dong felt a little nervous.
"Those of you who didn't get a passing score in today's shooting class, when the team is dismissed, the squad leader will lead you back to the class. I want to see if you know how to be ashamed, damn it."
"Class seven, go on stage, Class eight, get ready."
Upon hearing that it was finally their class's turn, Chen Mo and several others who had been scattered around watching the fun gathered together immediately.
Each of them was more excited than marrying a new bride. They quickly took out their magazines and waited for the squad leader to fire the bullets.
The old man wasn't too nervous. He looked at the team lined up, waved his hand and said, "Form a column, the deputy squad leader in the lead, follow."
Class 8's move quickly attracted the attention of all the classes in the waiting area.
After all, in recent times, although there have been many top students in the company, the reputation of the scholar has always overshadowed other classes.
There were six squads on the field, and the company commander was so angry that he started cursing.
Everyone wants to see how Class 8 performs.
Take the person to the waiting area.
Lao Pao opened the two oil-paper bags in his hands and instructed: "Five bullets per person."
"Remember, don't rush when shooting. The first time you shoot is often the most rewarding."
"Just aim the way you normally train. If you don't get nervous, there won't be any problems."
"Don't load the magazine into the gun once the bullets are loaded. Wait until you get to the firing position, where an armorer will check it."
Compared with other squad leaders, Lao Pao gave the fewest instructions.
But just as he loaded the bullet, the company commander Cheng Dong kicked his foot and shouted from a distance: "Scholar, you have to fight hard for me."
"If you get full rings, I'll give you a commendation. If you get forty-five or above, I'll have the squad leader buy you a soda."
"yes!!"
Upon hearing that he could get a reward, Chen Mo immediately responded loudly.
The company commander's words really touched his heart.
Although the company's commendation is useless, it is slightly better than verbal praise.
But it's a reward after all.
Chen Mo looked down at the gun in his hand. To be honest, he hadn't practiced shooting, so he didn't know how good the sight of his gun was.
This is only possible in the recruit company. Otherwise, no matter whether the crosshairs are accurate or not, Chen Mo will find a way to get a full ring just for the commendation.
Veterans have many ways of shooting, but Chen Mo cannot use many of them at the moment.
For example, before shooting, you can use a match to burn the front sight and notch of the gun, so that there will be no vignetting when aiming, and you will be more confident.
"Class eight, go on stage, Class nine, get ready."
It's their turn.
Chen Mo led the team and entered the shooting position with Class 7, who had just finished shooting.
After he got into a prone position, the armorer next to him took the magazine and checked the number of bullets. After confirming that it was correct, he handed the magazine back and said, "Load the magazine, turn off the safety, and switch to single-shot mode."
"Remember, when you're ready, keep your right eye on the front sight and the notch. As long as the front sight is in the middle of the notch, flush with the top edge, and pointing towards the aiming point, you're doing it correctly."
"Don't be nervous when aiming. Focus on the position of the crosshairs and the notch. Extending to the target will not make errors. Don't just look at the crosshairs and the target, as that will easily lead to misjudgment."
"Let me know when you're ready, and after you fire your first shot, wait for me to show you the results so you can calibrate."
"Squad leader, that's enough."
After the mechanic finished explaining, Chen Mo spoke directly.
After all, the 100-meter chest ring target is shot in a prone position, so there is no need to consider gravity, wind speed, humidity and other things.
It's not difficult for a veteran like him.
"Okay, wait for the order to shoot." The armorer didn't say much, but just raised the small flag in his hand, indicating that target No. 1 was ready.
Chen Mo lay down with his gun in hand. He gradually held his breath and put his finger on the trigger. He basically didn't listen to the key points the armorer had just said.
On a sunny day like this, using the Ruler 1 shooting method and looking at two-thirds of the aiming star can eliminate the need for vignetting.
The three points and a straight line gradually focused the gaze again and again.
"shooting!!"
When the instructions came from behind.
Chen Mo's eyes narrowed, he aimed consciously and pulled the trigger unconsciously.
Bang!
Sparks flew from the muzzle, and the smell of gunpowder lingered in my nose.
Lao Pao, Cheng Dong and Huo Linshan, who were watching from behind, squeezed forward.
Xiucai is the top student in the second company, and his shooting performance concerns many people.
The armorer next to him picked up the telescope and looked at it, and said in surprise: "There should be no problem with your gun's sight. It hit the bull's eye of the ten rings."
"Hit again."
"Bang!"
"Hey! Scholar, your gun is good, keep going."
"Bang!"
When the third shot also hit the ten rings and still appeared in the bull's eye, the armorer next to him finally realized that it was not the gun that was good, but the man.
"Then keep fighting, don't stop."
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The next two shots were fired consecutively while the mechanic picked up the telescope to look at the target paper.
Chen Mo pulled the bolt a few times to check for bullets. After making sure there were none, he turned on the safety, put away the gun and stood up.
The movements are so smooth.
But at this time, many people in Class 8 had not yet fired their second shot, and some who had been aiming for a long time were still aiming for their first shot.
"Did you finish the fight?"
In the back, Cheng Dong, who had been paying close attention, blinked: "Damn it, this guy is so fast, could it be that he didn't hit a single shot?"
Captain Cheng looked a little anxious. He raised his hand and waved to Liang Hongjie in the distance: "Give me the binoculars."
Because the gun had to be calibrated on site, the pace of shooting was not fast, and Liang Hongjie was also surprised by Chen Mo's speed.
He first took a look through the telescope, then trotted over with a grin on his face and said, "Company Commander, full rings, fifty rings."
"Target number one, look quickly."
"Damn it, is this true?"
Cheng Dong showed his signature dog-peeling smile, took the telescope and looked carefully at the target paper in the distance.
When he discovered that target number one not only had fifty rings, but also that all five bullets were within the red circle, evenly distributed, and even the bullet holes faintly formed a five-pointed star.
Cheng Dong's smile became even more rampant: "Haha, damn, finally a full ring came out."
“Well, what?”
"Wait." Before Cheng Dong could finish his words, Huo Linshan came over, snatched the binoculars away and said angrily: "What are you shouting about? The other comrades are still shooting."
"Let's talk after Class Eight finishes fighting."
After scolding Cheng Dong, Huo Linshan also picked up the telescope and looked at target number one: "Hey? This kid is a talent."
"Can this even calculate the distribution of bullet holes?"
“Well, what?”
This time, before Fatty Huo could finish his words, Cheng Dong reached out his hand and made a "hush" sound, then retaliated with a smile: "Class Eight isn't done fighting yet. Stay calm. Wait until everyone else is done before you do anything."
"Don't disturb the new comrades in their shooting practice."
The curse words he just uttered were returned to him, but Huo Linshan was not angry at all. He was smiling, and his eyes on his fat face were squeezed into the size of mung beans.
The other classes of the second company were too far away and could not hear what the company commander and instructor said.
But they saw that Xiucai shot five bullets and put two smiling faces on the faces of the company commander and the instructor.
Bang, bang, bang.
Finally, all seven recruits in Class 8 finished the fight.
Cheng Dong stopped pretending. He pointed at target number one and shouted, "Hey, go and get the scholar's target paper."
"Hurry, hurry, run!"
Hearing the company commander's loud urging, many people at the scene were stunned.
There were only two people who were the calmest. The first one was naturally Chen Mo. As a veteran, he had practiced holding a gun for so long and mastered various shooting techniques.
Moreover, his gun does not need calibration at all, so there is no problem with accuracy.
After combining so many conditions, if you still can't get the full ring, is that acceptable?
The second calmest person was Lao Pao. It’s not that he was not surprised, but he was mainly immune to it because of Chen Mo.
Too lazy to be surprised.
When the armorer brought back the target paper for target number one, Cheng Dong was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.
There was no need to call Chen Mo to come over, instead he was very active and ran to target position number one.
He went up and punched Chen Mo hard on the chest: "Haha, you are quite brave, not bad."
"Come on, come on, share with me, what's the trick to get all the rings in one go?"
"Captain, I just go by my feelings." Chen Mo smiled shyly.
"Hey, I told you you're fat and you're out of breath." Cheng Dong casually took off his military cap and scratched his head. He threw the target paper to Liang Hongjie next to him and said, "Go, show the other classes what a perfect score is."
"Well, scholar, didn't you say you go by your feeling?"
"I'll get you five more rounds of ammunition. Shoot from a standing position at 100 meters. If you can still hit 50 rings, I'll reward you with 100 yuan. Do you have the confidence?"
Hearing the reward of 100, and looking at the company commander's shining eyes, Chen Mo hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Company commander, I still want a commendation."
"Hey, you dog"
"Okay! You'll get the commendation, but you have to score another fifty rings. I'll also give you the hundred-dollar reward."
"Dare to try?"
"Report, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Upon hearing this, Chen Mo raised the gun in his hand. His action had already told everyone.
He is always ready.
Chen Mo could earn a hundred yuan by himself, which was enough for a conscript's four-month allowance, but commendations were not available all the time.
It is easiest to get one in the recruit company. Once you are assigned to a company, it is hard to say whether there will be many talented people there.
Hearing the company commander asking for five more bullets, Liang Hongjie immediately announced a suspension of shooting for other squads.
He himself quickly counted the bullets.
The main reason is that Lao Liang also wants to see if there is really someone who can shoot so accurately on his first try?
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