Cui Ze spoke very quickly about all the knowledge points he knew.
The others listened and took notes.
After listening to this, Du Yi took a pen and wrote a "7" on the blackboard.
Cui Ze saw this mediocre number, and before he could think about it further, Du Yi immediately asked the second question: "How do you quickly find the aiming point when using a rifle while running?"
This time, Cui Ze didn't dare to pause for even a second.
"Rifle bullets will form a parabola after being fired. If you want to confirm the target point within one second, it is best to install a sight on the rifle so that you can immediately determine the target point based on the sight..."
After answering the second question, Du Yi wrote "9" on the blackboard.
Then a third question was asked.
After asking six questions in succession, six numbers "7.9.8.8.7.9" were written on the blackboard one after another.
The total score is forty-eight.
"Pass!"
"Come over number 27."
Zhang Yi's waist was straightened and he immediately walked to the front with a stern face.
Cui Ze pointed at the tip of his nose and asked absentmindedly, "Captain, did I pass?"
Du Yi raised his eyes and glanced at him.
Cui Ze immediately pursed his lips and stepped back, not daring to ask anything more.
"What is the purpose of having gas holes in the barrel of an assault rifle?"
"Answer: This is called a gas-operated assault rifle. The gas hole is for the piston to move..."
"What are the advantages of a gas-operated assault rifle?"
"..."
An hour and a half later.
All tested.
There were densely packed numbers written on the blackboard.
Those who passed the test were not very happy either.
Because two more teammates were eliminated.
Less than twenty-four hours after returning to the unit, they lost seven teammates.
Du glanced at the twenty-one people who were looking at him with shy eyes.
"Classes will start at six tomorrow, and you can arrange the rest of your time as you wish."
"Bang!"
Du Yi slammed the door of the regiment headquarters and locked it.
This is just the beginning.
There are still six days left.
Du Yi complained a few words in his heart, then turned around and saw Xiao Shian standing under the moonlight.
"it's over?"
Seeing Du Yi coming out, Xiao Shian walked up from the stairs and held Du Yi's hand.
"Well, you should have seen the people who were eliminated. There are now twenty-one left."
Xiao Shian took Du Yi out.
"I believe that after today's cruelty, they will work harder in the future."
Du Yi pursed his lips and said nothing.
The research, development and design of weapons depends on talent; hard work and practice may not necessarily be useful.
This level is more important than physical fitness and must be passed.
Only in this way can we independently develop weapons and achieve the effect that one person’s combat capability is equivalent to that of an entire regiment.
…
Four o'clock in the morning.
Du got up and entered the space for training.
She first took a cold shower to refresh herself, then started running with weights, and then practiced boxing, hitting wooden stakes, and leg exercises.
Half past five.
When Du Yi came out of the space, Xiao Shian had already cooked the noodles and heated up a plate of braised beef.
After breakfast, the two went to their respective regiment headquarters together.
On the way, we met many soldiers coming out of the dormitory to do morning exercises.
After the troops informed them of Li Juan's incident yesterday, they dared not neglect the "new commander" and immediately saluted Du Yi.
As the superior, Du Yi just had to nod.
But there are too many people doing exercises now, and Du Yidian is a little confused.
In the end she simply walked past quickly.
She really doesn't like being surrounded by people.
It may be the influence of occupational disease in the previous life that makes him not want to be observed and understood by others.
So in the army, she seldom went to crowded places like the cafeteria.
After leaving the dormitory, passing through two camps and the large square, the auditorium, and another camp, you will arrive at the headquarters of the Death Special Operations Team.
The Leng Feng Assault Regiment was right next door, and Du Yi and Xiao Shian separated at the entrance of the regiment headquarters.
Du Yi pushed the door and walked into the regiment headquarters hall. It was pitch black inside, but the sound of mosquitoes and flies from people reciting poems was everywhere.
The Death Force Special Operations Team got up at five o'clock to memorize their notes.
Yesterday, two of their teammates were eliminated right in front of them. It was so exciting that they wanted to cram all the contents of the notebook into their heads.
Those soldiers were arranged to study in a closed environment, and no one complained.
Soon after the group was formed, they knew that the skills taught by the group leader were the most practical and life-saving.
"Pah~"
Du Yi pressed the headlight switch.
The glaring incandescent light illuminated everyone's heads, and she also saw the situation in the room. Twenty-one people were squatting against the wall, holding notebooks in their hands and reciting words with their mouths opening and closing.
Du Yi crossed his arms and joked, "Oh, if you studied so hard in school, you could easily choose Peking University or Tsinghua University."
Death God Special Forces: "..."
Their leader can't say a single good word.
"It's time for class, it's time for class!"
Du clapped his hands, picked up a piece of chalk and wrote on the blackboard the first type of firearm he would talk about today.
pistol!
Twenty-one people immediately sat down obediently, facing the blackboard and holding pens.
"When we develop a weapon, we must first consider who the user is and what effect you want the weapon to achieve. Then you will get the problems encountered in developing weapons. Let's talk about pistols first. If you want to develop a pistol for special forces, then I need to meet three points. First, it must be highly destructive and at least be able to penetrate a 50-centimeter-thick wooden board. Second, there must be a lot of bullets in the magazine so that the soldiers have enough bullets to use when facing the enemy. Third..."
Du Yi started the strong input mode.
She spoke a little faster in her lecture today than yesterday.
The Death Squad also felt this change. There were some knowledge points that they hadn't understood yet, but the captain had already explained them.
So I can only put a question mark and ask again after class.
But the more they listened, the more headache they had.
Less than two hours later my brain is about to explode.
They have so many questions in their minds, and they are constantly taking in new knowledge. The collision of old and new knowledge, coupled with the knowledge that they were not familiar with yesterday, makes their minds like a mess.
After finally getting through half an hour, it was time to have breakfast.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
As the vice-captain of the Death God Squad, Xu Yang asked fearlessly, "Captain, can you teach a little slower?"
Theoretical knowledge and weapons research and development are completely different fields.
They can't keep up!
Du glanced at the group of people with sad faces.
"Why don't you say 1+1 is easy?"
"If it's so easy and everyone can learn it, then what are your advantages and differences with others?"
This one sentence resolved the resentment in the Death God Squad's minds.
Everyone looked stern.
Yes, if everyone can learn it, then what is the difference between them and ordinary soldiers?
The team leader’s expectation for them is that one person can be worth an entire team.
If they can't get over this difficulty, then they are not worthy of being members of the Death Squad.
"Captain, I will continue to work hard."
"Captain, I will also study harder and review the situation."
"Captain, I won't let you down."
"..."
Du listened expressionlessly. She felt that these kids were living too well and wanted to escape when they encountered difficulties.
Instead of going there even though you know there is a tiger there.
She needs to be stricter in the subsequent training.
If the Death God Squad knew that their captain thought this way, they would probably vomit blood.
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