The paper grenade actually doesn’t hurt when hit. But it’s scary!

He was so frightened that he screamed, turned around and ran away. He ran back to the bunker crying and howling all the way.

But why didn't it sound? He looked at it for a while, and then he realized: Damn coach!

Now he immediately walked up to the coach bomb with a fearless attitude, kicked it, then picked it up and looked at it, and shouted:

"How do you usually train? Are your grenades used as rocks? You don't even pull the strings!"

Ma Quanyi's head was full of black lines, pointing at Xiao Liu and speechless. Yang Yulin was very happy to see where the grenade landed.

"Xiao Liu is good, he passed!"

After the assessment of the new recruits, there are no thrilling moves for the veterans. They are all veterans. They have not put down any skills. This kind of assessment is just a drizzle.

Especially Uncle Wei Zhongyi’s 825 recoilless rifle shooting.

This thing is similar to a mortar, but the shells are loaded from the back.

Once the gun went down, a big hole immediately exploded in the ground.

Uncle Wei couldn't get enough of it, so he took off the tripod, put it directly on his shoulder, and blasted towards the hill behind the target.

There was a loud noise, and the hilltop seemed to have been plowed over. The snow was covered by the blasted soil.

It's like putting a black felt hat on the white snow-capped mountains.

Others are accustomed to this sight.

But Ye Yuze had never seen this before. He could open his mouth so much that he could swallow an egg directly.

At this time, the target had been shot. Yang Yulin turned to the direction where Ye Yuze and the others were hiding and shouted:

"If you've seen enough, come out if you've seen enough!"

Ye Yuze looked at Yang Geyong. "Has your father discovered us?"

Yang Geyong looked indifferent. "He can find it every time."

Ye Yuze was speechless. "Then why are we still hiding?"

Yang Geyong looked at Ye Yuze like an idiot.

"No unrelated persons are allowed to be present during target practice!"

Ye Yuze scratched his head. "Okay, I was wrong. Let's go out!"

Ye Yuze would probably have to be reprimanded if he asked them to go out. He might get beaten up by his father.

But the reality was far beyond Ye Yuze's expectation.

Uncle Yang took out a handful of bullets and handed them to Yang Geyong. Then he took a semi-automatic from a young man next to him and gave them to him.

Yang Geyong skillfully took off the magazine and pressed the bullet in his hand.

Then he lay down on the spot and started shooting.

With the crisp sound of gunfire, five rounds of bullets were fired in a moment.

"Eight rings, eight rings. Nine rings. Nine rings. Ten rings! Forty-five rings in total. Excellent!"

Ye Yuze can stuff eggs in his mouth again!

Dad happily patted Yang Geyong on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

"A tiger father has no dog sons!"

Yang Yulin raised his chest and stood upright. He looked at the recruits. The recruits lowered their heads one by one, with expressions of shame on their faces.

"How many rounds won't your son be allowed to shoot?"

Yang Yulin asked his father.

Dad took out a handful of bullets from his pocket and handed the gun to Ye Yuze.

Do you know what it means to be elated? In an instant, Ye Yuze felt like he had been hit by a big pie.

No, he was knocked unconscious!

Dad's gun is slightly shorter than other people's guns, and the muzzle is also smaller. Even the bullets are smaller than other people's guns.

Ye Yuze pretended to take it and tinkered with it for a long time. Damn it, just seeing Yang Geyong shake like that, the magazine came out. But why couldn't he pull it out?

Yang Geyong couldn't stand it any longer. He directly took the gun and demonstrated it to him.

Only then did he discover that there was a circlip next to the magazine. When he pressed the magazine, it came out.

There is no need to teach you how to press the bullets, any fool can do it. Just arrange them one by one and press them in.

After pressing the bullet, Ye Yuze threw himself forward and fell to the ground. Then he took a mouthful of mud.

It turned out that my posture was wrong and my mouth hit the ground first.

It’s just that with so many people watching, you can’t do it again, right? The key is that it will probably have the same effect if you do it again.

I just looked at it from behind and didn't see him lying down.

Yang Geyong reminded him from the side. "Sight, ruler, eye, three points and one line. If you aim at it, hit!"

Ye Yuze said "oh" and narrowed his eyes first. He knew the sight. There was a small circle on the top of the barrel and a pillar inside the small circle.

But what is this ruler? He looked carefully for a long time and couldn't find it.

Later, I simply gritted my teeth and stopped looking. Wouldn’t it be enough to just keep my eyes on the stars? Why do I need that ruler?

The target can be seen very clearly. Children at that time were different from children today. They were exposed to electronic products from an early age and their eyesight was not that good.

Target shooting by the Corps is not the same as that of later armies. Different firearms require different distances.

The guns at that time were basically the same, so they all had 100-meter targets.

Ye Yuze took a breath to calm down, then took aim and pulled the trigger.

However, the egg came out, and there was no movement after several clicks.

I had no choice but to turn to Yang Geyong for help. "My dad's gun is broken."

Yang Geyong stood beside him the whole time, took the gun from his hand, checked it, and then cocked the gun in a state of laughter and laughter.

The people around burst into laughter. Dad’s face turned red and he reprimanded:

"What else can you do? Are you my Lao Ye's son?"

Ye Yuze curled his lips and did not dare to say anything. He should give his father enough face in front of others. This is the common sense of all sons.

Ye Yuze re-aimed and pulled the trigger again.

"Ping!" Ye Yuze only felt the gun butt on his shoulder shake. Then the bullet flew to nowhere?

"Target shooting, don't hit me!"

The target announcer's voice sounded at the top of his lungs.

It turned out that because Ye Yuze was shaking, the barrel of the gun was also crooked. It hit the stone directly in front of the target reporter's bunker.

Although the bunker is very safe, people are afraid! Everyone was shocked and laughed again.

Yang Geyong couldn't stand it any longer. He lay down next to Ye Yuze and whispered:

"Put the butt of the gun firmly on your shoulder. Especially when you pull the trigger, be sure not to let the gun shake. Line up the three points before pulling the trigger."

Ye Yuze said, "Which one is the ruler?"

Yang Geyong clicked on an iron piece at the end of the barrel.

Only then did Ye Yuze discover that there were scales on the iron piece and a small gap in the middle.

Ye Yuze was overjoyed, it turned out to be here! I found you.

The notch and the front sight should be in line. Point straight to the red dot in the middle of the target.

Ye Yuze pulled the trigger. "Ping!"

This time it felt good. He knew he had definitely hit the target, so he continued to pull the trigger.

After a few shots, the original tension and stiffness were completely gone. Ye Yuze was happily addicted to shooting. However, the bullet was gone.

His eyes looked at his father. His father kicked him.

"Get up quickly. Do you think your father made that bullet? You can have as many as you want?"

It turns out that the live ammunition assessment bullets are limited. Each person has ten rounds.

The results are calculated after the battle, and the advanced rating at the end of the year is closely linked to the military performance.
Chapter completed!