On this Sunday off, Chen Ming had a fairly comfortable life. There was no training or class scheduled in the class.
It was just that at night, Zhao Lifei organized them to explain some details of tomorrow's gun ceremony, including the oath and so on, and asked everyone to recite it several times. Apart from these, it can be said that this was the most comfortable rest they had since entering the military camp. .
Of course, this is not the case for some activists.
I filled holes in the morning and went to the Joint Logistics Department to help with the transportation in the afternoon. It was a fulfilling life, but I didn't comment too well afterwards. I cursed the monitor of the third shift for two hours, and it wasn't until the late roll call that I completely stopped.
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The next morning.
After breakfast, before Chen Ming and the others could ask when the gun training would begin, Zhao Lifei arranged for them to line up at the entrance of the cafeteria.
The entire recruit company, numbering more than a hundred people, stood neatly in the open space without saying a word.
Chen Ming stood at the front of the queue and watched as Jiang Platoon and several squad leaders lifted military green wooden boxes one after another from the car. There was nothing special about the boxes, each one looked plain and simple.
However, the words "Military Control Supplies" were spray-painted on the top of the box, and there was a seal on the opening of the box with a big red seal stamped on it.
It looks extremely solemn.
gun?
Chen Ming's eyes narrowed slightly and his breathing was a little quick. After entering the army, he really had a long-term development attitude. Based on his experience, he also knew that guns may be a burden for veterans in training most of the time.
However, one code after another, when he thought about it, he was not as excited as the recruits. When it was actually in front of him, he couldn't help but start to look forward to it.
Since the squad leaders of each squad had already announced in advance yesterday morning that they would give out guns today, so when they saw so many boxes being carried down, the other recruits also guessed what was inside.
And acted even more excited.
When joining the army, the most anticipated thing is to hold a steel gun and fight on the battlefield. From then on, he will be different from ordinary young people. Which man does not long to get a gun of his own, and then fight in the fire of bullets?
"I went and finally got to touch a gun. I called home yesterday and a friend from my hometown asked me if I had seen a gun. I was too embarrassed to say anything."
Wang Shuaibing rubbed his hands in excitement.
"Yeah, after enduring it for so long, I finally got through it."
Dong Ke also said with gleaming eyes.
The other classes of recruits were equally excited. Discussions could be heard from time to time in the queue, and everyone was ready to make a move.
Jiang Peng noticed everyone's reaction and smiled as he arranged for the squad leaders to open all the boxes.
When the shiny and smooth rifle appeared in front of the recruits, the queue almost became chaotic.
Many people took a few steps forward and stretched their necks to look inside the box.
That posture made everyone want to rush up, hold the gun, and kiss him twice.
"What are you doing? Go back!"
"If I find anyone who is moving around and unable to stand in line, I will bring them all to the training ground to strengthen your formation practice."
A squad leader was yelling at the side, which scared many recruits to shrink their necks and not dare to move.
Jiang Peng came to the front of the queue with a smile, glanced around, and said loudly: "Everyone is here, stand at attention and take a rest."
"Comrades, first of all I want to congratulate you. Today is the day for our company to receive gun training. Do you know what is in the box next to me?"
"Gun." Everyone responded in unison.
"Yes, but not comprehensive. A gun is the second life of a soldier. In a sense, the gun-conferring ceremony can be called a coming-of-age ceremony, a coming-of-age ceremony unique to soldiers."
"Comrades, after more than a month of training and your performance on the evaluation field, each of your comrades' improved abilities and hard-working and persistent spirit have been recognized by the brigade headquarters."
"The award of a gun also represents an important sign of your transformation from a recruit to a warrior."
"I hope you will cherish this honor, shoulder this responsibility, and not let down your mission. Do you understand?"
"clear."
The response was deafening, and the passionate atmosphere made Chen Ming a little excited. Even though he was well-informed and had seen real guns, he had never played with them after all.
Later, the loud military songs from the camp radio sounded, lingering over the canteen and dormitory area. The gun-giving ceremony seemed to be born with seriousness and solemnity.
The moment the song started to sound, no one in the queue gave any instructions, and Chen Ming and the others all changed from a resting posture to standing at attention.
One after another, the recruits straightened their backs, like a javelin, with a faint aura of sharpness.
The ceremony began.
Jiang Peng opened the roster in his hand and said loudly: "When you read the name, step forward and get the gun."
"Chen Ming."
"arrive."
Chen Ming stood upright, raised his head and responded loudly. He took a step forward. After getting out of the queue, he quickly put his fists at his waist, trotted up to Jiang Peng, stood at attention, and saluted.
Jiang Peng raised his head and glanced at him, took the spear from the squad leader behind him, checked it with the roster and said, "Recruit Chen Ming, I now grant you the Type 95-1 automatic rifle, gun number 061061."
"Taking over this steel gun means shouldering the sacred mission entrusted to you by the country. I hope you can cherish this steel gun as much as you cherish life."
"We are not afraid of hardships and dangers and strive to be the first. Can we do it?"
"able."
Chen Ming responded decisively.
"Take the gun."
Jiang Peng handed the gun to Chen Ming with both hands, and Chen Ming solemnly took the gun and held it against his chest.
The gun is cold to the touch and weighs the same as a regular air rifle from a sports school, but it feels heavier.
When the other recruits saw that Chen Ming had gotten his own gun, their eyes showed envy and anticipation.
"Enter the queue."
"yes."
Chen Ming held the gun and turned back to the queue, silently chanting the gun number in his heart. It was also at this moment that he understood more deeply the heavy mission of a soldier.
From the time he joined the army and entered the camp, responsibilities and missions have basically been on the lips of the squad leader, and he would occasionally say a few words.
But before that, for many recruits, responsibility and mission were at best two different words, a slogan among the recruits, just like the "Five kilometers, I love you", shouted on the lips , which can be regarded as a testimony of wearing military uniform.
I didn’t feel much in my heart.
It’s not enough to understand what true responsibility is.
Now that the steel gun is in hand, there is no need to elaborate on everything. Every recruit who receives the gun is solemn.
Soon, with the last recruit stepping forward to receive the gun, the gun-giving ceremony finally came to an end.
Jiang Peng ordered people to move the wooden boxes to the car again. Then, his eyes swept over the faces of all the recruits, and then he said: "Comrades, from today on, you have another title, and that is - --warrior."
"Come, all of us, swear an oath to me."
Jiang Peng said, raising his right hand into a fist and solemnly raising it to his ear.
Turn left and face the national flag flying at the entrance of the training ground not far away.
"I swear that I will care for the equipment as much as I care for my own life, strictly implement the equipment management regulations, operate and maintain the equipment correctly, study hard, train hard, and improve..."
Jiang Peng swore an oath from the front.
Chen Ming and others followed behind, clenching their right fists and raising them to their ears. Everyone looked serious, their voices were neat and clear.
It seems to have the potential to break through the sky.
