Chapter 875 Fathers go to conquer, sons go to defend (Second update, please subscribe)
"Bang……"
The sea breeze from the Pacific Ocean blew into Linhai City with a slight smell of the sea. In the gentle sea breeze, the crisp sound of gunfire echoed in the shooting range, and the birds in the treetops in the distance heard the sound and flew into the air, chirping non-stop.
"Shooting completed!"
Zheng Haisheng, who was lying on the ground, stretched his shoulders and squinted his eyes to look ahead. The target fifty meters ahead was only the size of a book at most. It was not easy to aim and shoot. However, he grew up on a farm. When he was seven or eight years old, he and his younger brother carried a Jianwei rifle to hunt small animals such as rabbits and pheasants in the woods to supplement the family's food.
Although the Type 2 training rifles they used in school were different from the Jianwei type, both used 5.6mm bullets. This type of rimfire bullet with a shell length of only 25mm has low power but is cheap and has almost no recoil. It is perfect for hunting animals such as pheasants and hares.
Of course, its biggest use is training - all adult men in the Ming Dynasty had to receive military training, and this bullet was originally developed for training because it was cheap enough. Now many Ming people have a rifle of this type in their homes for hunting or self-defense.
After finishing the shooting, Zheng Hai turned around and glanced at the students next to him. These people behaved differently. Some of them looked very confident, some looked around uneasily, and some even sighed. It seemed that they definitely did not hit the target.
Not everyone has hunting experience, especially children who grow up in cities. They often only have the opportunity to practice live-fire shooting after entering junior high school.
The training officer picked up the telescope and observed the target in front of the red brick wall 50 meters away, nodded slightly and said.
"Remember the essentials of shooting - the three points must be in a straight line before shooting, and the sight, front sight, and target must be aligned! Put the butt of the gun against your shoulder, put your cheek against the butt of the gun, and pull the trigger steadily..."
The instructor loudly repeated the shooting instructions, and Zheng Haisheng and the others quickly calmed down and looked ahead. With narrowed eyes, Zheng Haisheng aimed at the bull's eye, aimed... and pulled the trigger.
"Ready—fire!"
There was another burst of gunfire, and through the faint blue smoke, a few clouds of dust flew up from the sandbags behind the target in the distance. This time, the instructor smiled and praised several students who had made obvious progress.
The playground was filled with bursts of gunfire. When Zheng Haisheng thought he had just found the feeling, ten bullets had already been fired.
Ten bullets!
This is the amount of training for one semester. In fact, the military training in school is just to enable students to master basic shooting skills.
Military training for students is part of the Ming Dynasty's ability to maintain its war mobilization potential. From Nanhua to the present, the Ming Dynasty has never stopped similar military training. It is the military training covering everyone that has allowed the Ming Dynasty to maintain the most powerful war mobilization potential of this era.
After the shooting training on the playground was over, the instructor once again explained the shooting techniques to them in front of the blackboard and analyzed with them the problems exposed by the previous shooting.
"Attention, class—assemble!"
The instructor's voice echoed over the playground.
After a shooting class was over, the students who had just finished taking notes all jumped up from the ground, stood at attention and looked at the instructor who was shouting, and after the instructor finished shouting "assemble", they hurriedly lined up with their rifles.
The instructor in corporal's uniform stood with his hands behind his back and legs crossed. From his expression, one could tell that he was very satisfied with his classmates' actions. These senior high school students had undergone basic military physical training in elementary school, as well as military training in junior high and high school. Their every move had long been in line with the army's requirements for soldiers.
Of course, according to the standards set by the military, these high school students are not ordinary soldiers, they are trained as non-commissioned officers. Like now, these students are like veterans. After hearing the command to assemble, they quickly ran to the instructor and assembled facing the instructor.
The troops were aligned, in line, and in a straight posture. This was the result of twelve years of training. Of course, in high school, their military courses mainly focused on learning squad and platoon command and corresponding squad and platoon tactics.
When Wang Jingchu, Liang Dong, Zheng Haisheng and their classmates just lined up, the instructor shouted in a stern voice.
"Look to the right - together... look forward! ... count!"
The students in the line turned around from right to left and counted in short and loud voices. The last student in the line did not turn around, but shouted loudly: Full five.
"At ease... classmates, now you are already senior high school students, and it is also your last year of high school. I know that your studies are very intense, and you all hope to be admitted to a prestigious school like the University of South China, but you must also remember that this is a period of war, and each of us - every subject of the Ming Empire, must be prepared for war and be ready to respond to the empire's call at any time..."
After a pause, the instructor said.
"The workload in the third year of high school is very heavy. For a long time in the future, we will not have as much time to train as we do now. I hope you can remember firmly that we... the Chinese survive on this land not by our kindness, but by the weapons in our hands and our blood! This is the foundation of our existence here, I hope you can remember this!"
In Ming Dynasty, whether in junior high school or high school, all students are told very clearly that the founding of the Ming Dynasty in the New World relied on force and blood. They are also told very bluntly that if they cannot defend it with force, then they will lose it all, lose everything.
"The survival of our Ming Dynasty depends entirely on iron and blood!"
No one would doubt this. After all, this land once belonged to someone else. How could they give this land to the Ming Dynasty unless they were defeated?
Their fathers conquered, and now they have to defend!
"You are all high school students. In the future, you will enter universities, technical colleges, and various industries and become engineers, doctors, lawyers, teachers, and scholars. But you are also men, Chinese men, a new generation of Ming men who have received a comprehensive education, are cultured, and have ideals. The empire has great hopes for you and hopes that you can remember your responsibilities!"
Looking at the students in front of him, the instructor's eyes swept over them one by one, and finally he said.
"Today is our last day in this middle school. Tomorrow morning, I will report to the army. I wish you all good grades. OK, dismissed!"
As the instructor finished speaking, the squad leader standing in the front row shouted loudly.
"Congratulations to Instructor Wang for his triumphant return!"
"Congratulations to Instructor Wang for his triumphant return!"
All the students in the audience shouted in unison.
"Triumphant..."
Wang Chengjie clenched his fists tightly, then pursed his lips and said.
"As soldiers, we only hope to be included in the Martyrs' Shrine. I hope that one day, I will see you all again at the Martyrs' Shrine!"
After that, he raised his hand and saluted. Facing the instructor's words, all the students looked at the instructor solemnly.
"stand at attention!"
At this moment, the squad leader gave the order and they all stood at attention at the same time.
"salute!"
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(End of this chapter)
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