Chapter 75 Compared to them, I am at least a half-veteran.
While taking out the bullets, Chen Mo started passing the No. 1 target paper to each class for viewing.
This is what is called "experts see the doorway, while laymen see the excitement."
The recruits looked at the dense bullet holes on the target paper and thought it was pretty impressive at most, after all, the distance was only a hundred meters.
It's really not easy to be able to shoot so accurately.
Especially for the new recruits who had just experienced shooting, they had a deeper understanding.
But the old soldiers in the reconnaissance company who often played with guns felt much more shocked when they reached out and touched the bullet holes.
Because they know best that target shooting is not as easy as imagined.
Apart from the aiming skills, it is also important to keep your arm steady when holding the gun.
Just talking about the three-point-one-line method without using a scope and only using mechanical aiming, if the wrist moves slightly, the sight gap will have an error of one millimeter, and the final shooting point of the 81-bar 100-meter shooting will be off by twenty centimeters.
It is not surprising if a recruit gets one or two ten-rings by luck during his first shooting.
But he hit the ten rings every time with five shots, this can't be explained by luck.
If you want to get a perfect score of fifty rings, you must ensure that from the first shot onwards, your hands must not shake, your breathing must not be excessive, and you must not panic when shooting continuously.
If you can do all these, then you are not a recruit.
This psychological quality, including the knowledge of firearms, is not inferior to that of veterans.
Listening to the old soldiers' discussion in the distance, Cheng Dong put his hands behind his back and looked around at Chen Mo. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him.
"When you heard you were going to be commended, you didn't even ask for the money. You're a great soldier."
"I'm telling you the truth. Striving for honor is a good thing. If you're capable, come back and get a top five finish in the competition in a few days. No, top three. Then join my reconnaissance company. By the end of next year, I'll get you a third-class merit. How about that?"
"Report!!"
Chen Mo grinned and looked at Cheng Dong: "Captain, the top three is boring, let's fight for first place. I want this third-class merit this year."
"Hmm! That's quite courageous!!"
Cheng Dong put his hands on his hips and praised.
After thinking for a moment, he continued, "You have a lot of drive. My cultivation has paid off. But first place isn't something you can just talk about. You have to fight for it."
"Don't think you can be like your squad leader just because he's so good."
"Old Cannon earned that honor with his life. He alone could surpass the entire division in assessment results. You're still not even close to that."
"During the training for recruits, the subjects you learn are all basic. There are many things you haven't heard of yet. You'll understand once you're assigned to a company, or when you leave the Second Company and see the top students outside."
"What do you mean there's always someone better than you? Our army has no shortage of top talent."
"Yes, Captain."
Chen Mo nodded and said nothing more.
He admitted that the first place was not something that could be said, but was earned through blood and sweat.
Competition and training are actually two different things. The competitions of this era are much more fierce than those in later generations.
However, Chen Mo was not worried.
The splendor of life and the regrets buried deep in the heart, which one does not require hard work?
He had had enough of the days of mediocrity and confusion. If he had the chance to live again, Chen Mo didn't want the tragedy of his second half of life to be repeated.
It is absolutely not allowed to be performed.
When Liang Hongjie came back, he handed a bag of bullets, a total of 20 bullets, to Cheng Dong: "Captain, the number of bullets has been registered."
"Well, go rest over there."
"Come on, scholar." Cheng Dong opened the oil-paper bag, counted out five bullets again and handed them to Chen Mo: "Standing 100-meter chest ring target shooting, let me see what you are capable of, kid, dare to take first place."
"yes."
Chen Mo reached out and grabbed the bullet, then wrapped the gun belt around his neck and hung it, then took out the magazine with a "click".
While the bullets were being loaded, Cheng Dong, holding a telescope, drove all the people gathered around outside the cordon, leaving only an ordnance officer and himself standing nearby.
"Shoot when you're ready, follow your own feeling."
The company commander had given the order, and the armorer next to him raised a small flag in his hand, but eventually put it down. He was only responsible for staring at Chen Mo's shoulder to avoid any other accidents.
All the bullets were loaded into the magazine. Chen Mo reached out to turn off the safety behind the trigger ring, loaded the magazine with a "click", and pulled the bolt with a "click" to load the bullets.
He slapped the magazine with his right hand.
Stand still with your left foot, step back half a step with your right foot, pull your shoulders in and straighten your back, lower your shoulders and elbows, and relax your waist and hips.
Shooting in a standing position is much more difficult than shooting in a prone position.
Since the company commander didn't require any shooting posture, Chen Mo used the dragon-riding stance that he was best at.
Gradually holding my breath, I continued to use the ruler-beating method.
Three points in a straight line, focus your eyes again and again.
The scholar was about to fire his gun again, and the new recruits watching from behind stretched their necks, looking more nervous than the person himself.
Yang Dali clenched his palms. His shooting results had not been announced yet, which made him feel very nervous. He saw that the squad leader could shoot a second time.
He walked up to Lao Pao and whispered, "Squad Leader, do you think the deputy squad leader can get fifty rings this time?"
"You can speak louder." Lao Pao glanced at Yang Dali and said, "You'll know if it works or not just by watching. Why so much nonsense?"
In fact, Lao Pao himself had no idea about this shooting. Chen Mo's performance had refreshed his understanding of the new recruits time and time again.
Everyone in the second company is curious whether it can maintain the full circle just now.
The air around seemed to be gradually solidifying.
"Bang!"
When the first gunshot rang out, the crowd outside the cordon all stretched their heads to look, but unfortunately, they could not see anything.
When Cheng Dong heard the noise, he quickly picked up the telescope, and then stared at the target as if it was welded to his eye sockets.
This time, there was a long interval between Chen Mo's first and second shots.
A full five or six seconds passed.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
After firing four consecutive shots, Chen Mo put down the gun directly, opened the safety with his finger, and closed the safety again after removing the magazine. He pulled the bolt with a "click" to make sure there were no bullets, pulled the trigger again, opened the safety, and loaded the magazine.
The set of movements was smooth and flowing, mainly for the armorer next to him to see. Otherwise, since he had live bullets in his gun, the other party would be extremely nervous and stare at him as if he were guarding against a thief.
Five shots were fired in a standing position.
Cheng Dong finally took the binoculars off his face, patted Chen Mo's shoulder with his lips pursed, and then turned around and shouted: "Xiao Liang."
"arrive!!"
Liang Hongjie hurriedly replied and ran over.
"Captain, how are your grades?"
"Look for yourself." Cheng Dong grinned and slapped the telescope on Liang Hongjie's chest.
Then he took out some change from his pocket, took out ten yuan, thought for a moment, and changed it to twenty yuan. He patted Xiao Liang's chest again and said, "Go, ask someone to go to the store outside to buy some soda for Xiucai."
"Fuck, another fifty rings, good good good!!!"
There were three consecutive "good"s, and everyone in the company heard it.
The look in everyone's eyes when they looked at Chen Mo at this moment was no longer able to describe the shock they had at the beginning.
Class 8 even took the lead in applauding, and the atmosphere was really great.
The instructor also walked up to Chen Mo with a smile, raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Good boy, you really surprised me."
"The commendation the company commander mentioned will be given to you shortly. On behalf of the company branch, I will grant you a commendation. I will give you a certificate when you return to the company after target practice."
"Thank you, instructor." Chen Mo quickly threw the gun behind his back, stood at attention, and raised his hand to salute.
"What are you thanking me for? You deserve it." Huo Linshan generously took out two hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and gave them to Chen Mo in front of Cheng Dong: "This is my personal encouragement to you."
"I hope you can keep up the good work."
At the beginning of 1999, Huo Linshan’s monthly salary was only 877 yuan, and with all the subsidies, the salary did not exceed 1,070 yuan.
Taking out two hundred as a reward is already taking out one month's allowance.
Cheng Dong, who was standing next to him, grimaced at the sight and, enduring the pain, took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Chen Mo.
"This is the encouragement your company commander gave you. Take it."
"Fuck it, if you don't get first place in this competition, I won't forgive you."
"Hehe, thank you, Captain. I promise to do my best." Chen Mo looked at the four hundred yuan in his hand, and he rolled it up with his hands and put it in his pocket.
The instructor is going to award me a commendation on behalf of the party branch, so I must accept the bonus.
This is four hundred yuan.
The rewards were given out in front of many new recruits, which made the twelve classes of new recruits behind them eager to try.
Since there were still several classes to practice shooting, Cheng Dong did not arrange for Chen Mo to continue trying, but asked the remaining classes nine and ten to prepare.
I have to say that rewards can indeed motivate people.
By the way, it can also stimulate potential.
The following classes saw Xiucai receive commendations once again, and also receive cash rewards from the company commander and instructor, and even sit with the company cadres and drink soda.
This stimulation for the recruits is incomparable to any other aspect.
The subsequent grades of classes nine to twelve are generally better than those of classes one to eight.
There were several consecutive passing scores of five shots and thirty-five rings.
But unfortunately, with the scholar's results dominating the entire audience, even passing the exam pales in comparison.
Some squad leaders still feel quite regretful.
After all, if it weren't for Xiucai, it would have been quite impressive that three out of the six people in their class passed the shooting test on their first try.
They didn't think about it, if Chen Mo's performance had not stimulated the entire company and the people in his class, would they be able to perform so well?
Chen Mo’s shooting results were indeed good, but the impact they brought was also not small.
After the shooting in the morning.
Starting from noon, more and more unfamiliar faces from the 7th Armored Brigade began to hang around the 2nd Company.
The original 7th Tank Division had just been reduced to an armored brigade less than half a year ago, and many veterans from the unit had retired or transferred to other units.
New reinforcements are urgently needed, and this is something that all units of the Seventh Brigade are concerned about.
Since he is thinking about it, he must have paid attention to the scholar.
Who doesn’t like a good soldier?
During the lunch break on January 31st, while all the classes were in the dormitory, they were cleaning their guns and applying gun oil for maintenance.
Cheng Dong was sitting in the auditorium, smoking a cigarette and taking a rest while drinking tea.
Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps outside.
Liang Hongjie hurried to the door, raised his hand and knocked twice, then ran to Cheng Dong and whispered, "Company Commander, the third company commander of the second tank battalion is here."
"What's he doing here?" Cheng Dong didn't even raise his eyelids, and waved his hand, saying, "No, the bastard is just obsessed with my few soldiers."
"Let him find whoever he wants. I'm already hiding in the auditorium, what else do you want?"
"No, Captain." Liang Hongjie scratched his head in embarrassment. "The Third Captain took four blue-boxed mangoes and sat in your office, refusing to leave. He insisted on seeing you."
"Then let him sit there. Damn it, he wants to trade me for four packs of mangoes. Do you think he can smoke those cigarettes?"
Cheng Dong took a sip of tea impatiently and said, "Go to Class 8 and hide the scholar for me."
"Hide him in your dorm. Don't let him participate in the training for the next few days. Except for target practice, let him stay in your dorm."
"I just don't believe anyone can get rid of this person from under my nose."
"yes."
Liang Hongjie straightened his body. He and Chen Mo were quite familiar with each other, so naturally he hoped that Chen Mo could go to the reconnaissance company.
Seeing Liang Hongjie preparing to leave.
Cheng Dong stood up and called him over. He gathered a few stools in the auditorium together, then lay down on them, took off his hat and put it on his face. He said in a muffled voice, "I won't see anyone who wants to see me for the next few days."
"I didn't take anything. I even lost two hundred dollars myself. Who are you looking down on for taking four boxes of mangoes?"
"Be careful not to let anyone see you when you move the scholar. He won't have to participate in training until he's equipped."
"Bring his food back to the dormitory too."
"yes!!"
Liang Hongjie grinned, quietly walked out of the auditorium, and closed the door behind him.
He also understood the company commander's feelings. There were not many top students in the second company this year because of the shooting incident.
A new recruit here scored fifty rings for the first time, and twice in a row. Wow, several company commanders from the mechanized infantry battalion came over to ask for him.
Some came with cigarettes, some carried Huandashan milk, and some came with dried fruits and other things to try to establish connections and inquire about the scholar's situation.
Cheng Dong can handle one or two, but if he has to deal with too many, no one can handle it.
He simply hid himself.
Cheng Dong would never let go of a soldier like Xiucai, no matter who he tried to persuade him.
Even Chen Mo himself didn't expect that he would be so popular in the armored brigade.
At this time, in the dormitory of Class 8.
Lao Pao covered himself with a newspaper and slept on his side on the bed.
Chen Mo and the new recruits in his class gathered in the inner side of the dormitory, spread a blue cloth on the ground, and lowered their heads to clean their guns.
When they occasionally communicated, they would speak like thieves, lowering their voices to the lowest level, putting their heads together and whispering, for fear of waking up Lao Pao again.
When several people were concentrating on their work, they suddenly heard footsteps coming up the stairs outside.
During lunch break, the entire dormitory building was very quiet, and the sound of footsteps was particularly obvious.
Chen Mo turned his head to glance at the corridor and happened to see Liang Hongjie acting stealthily, leaning on the window and peeking inside.
"It's that student officer." Yang Dali said in surprise.
He heard other squad leaders call Liang Hongjie like this all day long, and he learned to do the same.
"Deputy, are you looking for me?"
"Yeah, it should be." Chen Mo put the rag on the ground: "You guys wipe it first, I'll go out and take a look."
Chen Mo tried to walk as lightly as possible and walked to the corridor outside.
"Hello, Platoon Leader."
Chen Mo stood at attention and was about to salute when Liang Hongjie pulled him towards the stairs and said, "What's so good about you? Why are you being so distant with me?"
"Want to smoke? I think the old squad leader fell asleep. Want to go downstairs and have a cigarette?"
"Walk."
Chen Mo nodded, and the two of them went downstairs, one in front and the other behind, and walked around to the back of the dormitory building. Lao Liang was quite generous. He took out two packs of Butterfly Spring cigarettes in white boxes from his pocket and threw one box directly to Chen Mo.
Then he squatted on the ground, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit it with a match and said: "Scholar, take it and smoke it. Anyway, these were given to the company commander by other cadres. The company commander didn't want them, and no one took them away."
"Come on."
Chen Mo shook his head, returned the whole pack of cigarettes to Lao Liang, took one from his hand, lit it, and said while blowing smoke rings: "New recruits can't smoke. If I were found with it, who knows how I would be dealt with."
"It's a violation of discipline for me to go downstairs with you."
"It's okay." Liang Hongjie waved his hand: "After you finish this cigarette, go back to the dormitory, pack your bedding, and follow me."
"No one cares whether you smoke or not at my place."
"Where are you going?"
“Where are you going?”
The first sentence was asked casually by Chen Mo, and the second sentence was asked by Lao Pao who appeared behind him at some point in time.
Chen Mo was relatively okay with this elusive squad leader. After all, he was used to it. He was just startled for a moment and quickly threw away the cigarette, without doing anything else.
But Liang Hongjie was so scared that his face turned pale.
This part is caused by sudden fright.
Another part of the reason is that Lao Pao was not an easy person to talk to when he was in the reconnaissance company.
However, when facing new recruits, that tolerance was magnified many times, which made Chen Mo and other new recruits feel that the old guns were pretty good.
"I'm asking you a question, where are you taking him?"
Lao Pao sat down on the cement floor downstairs of the dormitory building, reached out and grabbed the cigarette from Liang Hongjie's hand, looked at it, lit one for himself, and stuffed the remaining half a pack into his pocket.
He wouldn't steal the student's cigarettes, but when he heard that someone was giving them to the company commander, with his experience as an old hand, he could guess what was going on.
Therefore, I feel particularly at ease receiving it.
"Old squad leader, it's not me who wants to take Xiucai away, it's the company commander who said he wants to take him to live in the cadre dormitory over there."
"I'm worried that other companies will take people away."
"Bullshit." Lao Pao blew smoke from his nostrils, glared at Liang Hongjie and said, "Whoever wants him to come to me and tell me, Chen Mo is not going anywhere."
"Just stay in the squad. Go back and tell the company commander what I said. I don't care about other squads. You can divide them up however you want."
"If anyone here wants someone, let them come talk to me."
"yes."
Liang Hongjie had no choice. He couldn't afford to offend either the company commander or the old squad leader. After looking at Chen Mo helplessly, he got up and left quickly.
Only Lao Pao and Chen Mo were left at the scene.
After finishing his cigarette and stomping it out, Lao Pao looked up at Chen Mo and said, "Have you decided which unit you want to go to?"
"We need to change uniforms this year. At the latest, you will be assigned to the next company after the New Year's combat readiness."
"There's still a month left."
"Just tell me where you want to go."
Strictly speaking, this was the first time Lao Pao asked him.
Even though the company commander had mentioned it before, the instructor had also mentioned it, and even I myself had expressed my willingness to go to the reconnaissance company.
But Lao Pao never mentioned this aspect from beginning to end.
Today is the first time.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Mo had no choice.
I can't go to the retirement home. Even if I want to go, I guess my husband won't let me go. Besides, it doesn't go against my original intention.
I want to go to a frontline unit where it's easy to make achievements, and where I can quickly adapt to the world with my acquaintances.
After much thought, there is only the reconnaissance company at the moment.
"Squad leader, I still want to go to the reconnaissance company and I won't consider anything else."
"Okay, then go back and clean your gun."
Lao Pao patted his butt and stood up: "Next, get ready, the competition is coming soon."
"When the competition starts, we'll go to the 82nd Brigade in Pingcheng."
"We're at a disadvantage in terms of venues, so if we want to get a good ranking, we have to practice hard and practice more."
"Yes, squad leader."
When Chen Mo heard this, a hint of joy appeared on his face.
Going to the 82nd Brigade in Pingcheng may be unfamiliar to others, but he is not.
At least compared to the new recruits over there, I am more or less a veteran, right?
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