After Xu Sanduo did 353 abdominal circles, his whole spirit changed. The coward who suspected himself of being unconfident in the past was now full of his own strength. As a result, the results of class three also slowly improved. The most intuitive

The performance is that the small flag has returned to Class 3.

"This time, we must not let anyone take away our 'advanced class'!"

When the soldiers of the third squad swore to defend this honor, Zheng Yingqi abandoned all distracting thoughts and devoted himself to intense training.

The regiment headquarters is about to send people to investigate the pilot project of the 7th Company. As the first batch of precision shooters to eat crabs, if you have diarrhea at the critical moment, you will lose the face of the entire 7th Company and tarnish the honor of the entire 7th Company.

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There were a total of six precision shooters in a row. When Zheng Yingqi started practicing like crazy, the other five had to accompany him even if they were so tired that they vomited blood. The precision shooters who were supposed to be superior in the chain of contempt among shooters started to behave like "pig".

A life worse than a dog.

"How can pigs eat and sleep? How about us?"

"Dogs can still lie down for a while a day, what about us?"

Precision shooters are so self-deprecating.

I thought that the high-intensity training was bad enough, but unexpectedly, their company commander finally revealed the trump card he had been brewing for a long time and started a new round of training plan for the entire company.

This morning, before dawn, the entire Seventh Company was fully armed and assembled. They were awakened by the whistle of the emergency assembly. The six precision shooters who received extra training were highly intensive. Although they did not fall behind others in the emergency assembly,

But more than half a month of intensive training still left them severely exhausted. The six people in the team were dozing off as if they hadn't woken up.

Shi Jin looked at his watch and made sure it was only five twenty.

"Get ready, run five kilometers to point 3, and then transfer to the shooting range. After entering the shooting range, immediately receive live ammunition and start shooting!" Gao Cheng stood in front of the whole company and announced an unprecedented training method, and the soldiers couldn't help but think of it.

It seems that the company commander learned from the scene during the assessment of Zheng Yingqi and others.

"This target shooting... the results will probably be terrible..."

The soldiers were furious. The soldiers of the Seventh Company were all proud soldiers. After seeing Zheng Yingqi's assessment method, they all tried it in private. Even without live ammunition, they could guess the results from their trembling hands.

"These guys are going to steal the show today!"

Thinking of Zheng Yingqi and the others having been exposed to similar training, the soldiers became envious and envious, and they couldn't help but look at the six precision shooters in a row. But the result surprised them even more. The six handsome guys in the row all looked fascinated.

Looks mushy.

Only then did they remember that these six boys had been practicing hard during this period!

Gao Cheng was dressed the same as the soldier, wearing a standard load-bearing steel company. He gave the order: "Let's go!"

The entire seventh company was like more than a hundred war horses, galloping out.

Hong Xingguo and his cooking team looked at the rushing team and smiled bitterly in his heart: Lao Gao, you are really...

Apart from other company commanders, who would be willing to suffer like this? But Gaocheng put on his best face with contentment. At that time, Hong Xingguo even tried to persuade him, saying that you were a company commander and there was no need to act like a soldier.

Gao Cheng proudly said: I am the captain of the Seventh Steel Company, and my captain cannot be inferior to others! The captain of the Seventh Company cannot be made of clay!

The soldiers in the cooking class looked at the rushing team with complicated expressions. They actually wanted to be one of them, but they were the ones who were eliminated.

"Hey, people are competing against each other, it's really..." Some of the cooking soldiers sighed, leaving other troops aside, they wouldn't sneak into the cooking class, right?

Hong Xingguo said with a smile: "The division of labor in the revolutionary work is different. Our cooking team has equally great responsibilities. The whole company is counting on us! Don't worry, get in the car and set off!"

After getting on the cooking cart, the cooking soldiers were a little lucky. Compared with other people with two legs, they were actually quite happy.

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From the playground to point 3 and then to the shooting range, it is definitely not five kilometers.

"It's about six kilometers away. Let's allocate our energy reasonably!" Shi Jin said in the team.

Zheng Yingqi seemed to have not heard anything and continued to run in front. Starting from the first day when the company ran five kilometers, Zheng Yingqi always ran in the front every five kilometers, although he would always be killed by Wu Liuyi at the end.

, but Zheng Yingqi took the lead in the five kilometers, but it became the unshakable style of the third class.

But this time, the situation was a bit worse. After running for about three kilometers, Zheng Yingqi slowly fell down. Gan Xiaoning, who could usually easily kill Bai Tiejun, was now being dragged down by Cheng Yongjun.

"Squad leader, the two of them have been practicing too much during this period. They are very exhausted. If they continue like this, they will be in trouble in today's five kilometers." Bai Tiejun panted and told Shi Jin that the company has been in the company for more than half a year.

Now, the new recruits have become veterans, and their burden-reducing benefits have long since disappeared. The fully-equipped Baitie Army had a hard time running, even worse than Xu Sanduo.

Even though Xu Sanduo is skinny and weak, he is much stronger than him in carrying weight for five kilometers!

Shi Jin immediately ordered: "Share their burden and drag them both!"

Several veterans stepped forward to share Gan Xiaoning's burden. Gan Xiaoning did not show any pretense and asked his comrades to lighten the burden for him, but Zheng Yingqi rejected the kindness of his comrades:

"No! I...I can...can do it!"

"I want to save face and suffer the consequences!" Wu Liuyi muttered angrily. Zheng Yingqi smiled bitterly in his heart after hearing this. This should be an early experience of "hell training".

Although the team arrived at the shooting range sparsely, no one from each squad was left behind, faithfully carrying out the slogan of "Don't abandon, don't give up" of the 7th Steel Company.

Gao Cheng dragged a second-class precision shooter and second-class soldiers into the shooting range. At this time, the sky was not very bright and there were not very good shooting conditions. However, Gao Cheng still ordered the entire company to get on the ammunition truck to collect ammunition and enter the shooting position.

Ready to shoot.

"Lao Gao, the visibility is not good, the shooting conditions are too bad." Hong Xingguo persuaded upon seeing this, it is not yet six o'clock, the shooting conditions are too bad!

"Achievements are not important. We have to let them get used to shooting in bad weather and environment! There will never be the best conditions in a war!" Gao Cheng said stubbornly, but Hong Xingguo had no choice but to give up.

After receiving the ammunition, each platoon entered the shooting position. The target range this time was not far, only a hundred meters. However, the weather was acting strange. From a distance of a hundred meters, they could only vaguely see the outline of the target. The soldiers couldn't help but be stunned.

Get up, how to fight this...?

Gao Cheng inspected and saw the soldiers hesitating at the target, and said: "In actual combat, can't we fire under such conditions? Do we have to tell the enemy that we can't aim at you now, and we will fight again when dawn comes?"

The soldiers couldn't help but laugh, and after laughing, they began to focus on aiming.

Zheng Yingqi was also aiming at his own target. This time, the precision shooters used the Bayi Bar instead of the modified 56 and a half, so the target was the same as everyone else's, a standard 100-meter target.

Zheng Yingqi was used to shooting after strenuous exercise, so Zheng Yingqi was the first to pull the trigger, and then fired a single shot in a very rhythmic manner. However, the interval between shots this time was longer than before, almost four or five seconds.

"Damn it, is this guy still a human?"

Listening to Zheng Yingqi's extremely rhythmic shooting sound, the soldiers couldn't help but secretly curse, this guy is not a human? How can he shoot at such a fast rhythm under such conditions? Aren't he afraid that all of them will miss the target?

Affected by Zheng Yingqi, the soldiers no longer dared to shoot and aim for half a minute. They could only shoot as fast as possible. When the results came out, the soldiers were dumbfounded. They could usually shoot above 85 with their eyes closed. Today

Most of the people were wandering around in the 20s and 30s, and there were a lot of 10 bullets and 4 or 5 misses.

The clerk quickly collected the score statistics from each squad leader. Gao Cheng was not too surprised when he took the report card. The difference in scores was within his expectation.

If the whole company can achieve good results, why do we need to do this training?

Hong Xingguo was more concerned about the pilot platoon. He asked: "Old Gao, how are the results of the precision shooters in the first platoon?"

"Let's make do." Gao Cheng handed the score sheet to Hong Xingguo nonchalantly. Hong Xingguo was stunned when he saw it. Zheng Yingqi, who was at the top, actually scored 78 points compared to the average score of 29.3. Zheng Yingqi's score was almost unbelievable!

"The scores of precision shooters are pretty good, with an average of about 67 rings. Well, they should be able to improve with targeted training!" Gao Cheng felt more confident. If the precision shooters can achieve such results, then the rest of the company can do the same.
Chapter completed!