Zhao Lifei stared blankly at the pile of parts on the table, ignoring the words of the other recruits. When he was subconsciously about to pick up the parts and take a look, Chen Ming moved again.
I saw him quickly gathering a bunch of parts, assembling them into shape, and pushing the magazine in neatly, with smooth movements and no sense of sluggishness at all.
"You...you know how to do this?" Zhao Lifei glanced at Chen Ming with a strange expression, then took the gun and inspected it carefully. It's okay to dismantle it and learn it after reading it.
Some people are indeed naturally very familiar with firearms. Besides, it is easier to dismantle anything than to assemble it. Zhao Lifei once dismantled his own black and white TV set when he was a child, but he could not assemble it anymore. He gritted his teeth and carried a few sticks. Not even admitting that they dismantled it themselves.
But for a gun, if you say you can assemble it after just one look, that's a bit too fast.
It made him, a veteran, feel hot and dull. He had learned it six or seven times and hid behind the squad leader without daring to say a word. He just stared at it.
"Well, squad leader, I have also been exposed to models, and there are disassembly instructions for the Type 95 automatic rifle everywhere on the Internet. I have read them several times, so I know how to do it."
Chen Ming said it easily, while the others' mouths twitched when they heard it, as if it was so easy to disassemble and assemble. There are many cooking methods shared on the Internet. Is it possible that everyone can become a chef?
"Then if you didn't tell me earlier, let me talk for a long time." Zhao Lifei checked the gun up and down, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong with the gun, he handed it to Chen Ming.
Then he pointed to the gun oil on the table and said: "Teach them if you know how. I have also told you the details of the maintenance just now, especially the air guide. It must be wiped clean after each target shooting, otherwise it may be damaged next time. Stuck.”
"Use the right amount of gun oil, don't waste it, and be careful not to get it in your mouth."
"I'm watching here. You can teach me. If there's anything wrong, I'll point it out."
"yes."
Chen Ming agreed, recalling in his mind the steps and the functions of the parts that the squad leader just said, repeating them over and over again.
He had never fired such a real gun, so he had only a limited understanding of the functions of many parts. Without much understanding of his own, he could only copy what the squad leader said just now.
As a veteran, Zhao Lifei understood what was going on after listening to it twice, but even so, he was still shocked by Chen Ming's learning ability.
After teaching him about six or seven times, and watching the other recruits' eyes change from confusion at first to "I understand" later, Zhao Lifei waved his hand and said, "Okay, stop for a moment, Wang Shuaibing."
"arrive."
"Come on, you take it apart and assemble it while others wait, one by one. You must learn this step."
"Yes, squad leader." Wang Shuaibing had been standing aside for a long time, and when he heard that it was finally his turn, he was as dumb as a dog, not to mention how happy he was.
To be honest, he is also a talented person. When unloading the magazine, his movements are domineering. Even when he turns the gun upside down and presses the latch in the second step, he doesn't know whether he is too excited or too fast and forgets to pay attention to the precautions.
As a result, the recoil spring bounced high and hit his chin, almost making him burst into tears. Chen Ming stood aside and saw that something was wrong, and would remind him from time to time.
Finally, after being reminded eight times, the Type 95-1 automatic rifle in Wang Shuaibing's hand was finally disassembled.
But when it came to assembly, another big problem came up. Zhao Lifei stood aside and watched coldly, and the task of guiding naturally fell on Chen Ming.
Even though it was just a process of disassembly, assembly and maintenance, the entire class spent more than two hours studying.
Everyone gradually mastered the skills.
Zhao Lifei looked at the time, waved his hand impatiently and said: "Okay, okay, let's practice here for today. If any of you are worried about not remembering the steps, go and take a notebook and write them down now."
"The gun will be put into storage soon. There will be plenty of time to study in the future."
"Put it into storage?" Everyone looked stunned.
"What kind of treasury are you putting in, squad leader?" Wei Chong asked in confusion.
"Yeah, I saw in Hong Kong movies, aren't the guns placed in the corner of the dormitory, waiting to be discharged, holding the guns in their hands, and gathering together one by one?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? You think the gun was given to you and you just have to carry it with you all day long? When have you ever seen me carrying a gun everywhere I go?"
Zhao Lifei frowned: "You should learn from the class deputy if you have nothing to do. If you come here to serve as soldiers, you must at least understand some common sense."
"Some things should not come out of your mouth. The troops only carry guns when they are performing tasks, training, and standing guard. They are stored in the warehouse for safekeeping at ordinary times."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and remember it quickly, Chen Ming."
"arrive."
"I'll give you ten minutes. After recording, take them outside to find me. Hurry up and don't delay lunch."
"yes."
........
In the morning, they learned how to disassemble and assemble firearms. Many people in the recruit company still have no less enthusiasm for guns.
Reluctant to leave when put into storage.
But in the afternoon, everyone suffered. Zhao Lifei didn't know where to get some peanut shells. He stood up with a gun and placed those light peanut shells on top of the gun body.
Standing in the leeward position and practicing for several hours is not the most brutal thing.
What's even more cruel is that after dinner, all training arrangements were cancelled, and the entire recruit company's eleven squads listened to the rapid whistle over and over again to practice emergency assembly.
Before the evaluation, Jiang Platoon and the squad leaders deliberately postponed these subjects, because the artillery brigade is a combat-ready force, and emergency gatherings after the company is dispatched are commonplace.
Out of care for the new recruits, no emergency assembly whistle was blown at all in the beginning.
This time, it's all back.
"Beep-beep beep beep beep beep..."
Another rapid whistle blew, and a group of recruits who had been lying on the bed in the dormitory for less than three minutes did not even have time to stretch themselves before getting up from the bed again.
The originally bright dormitory, after hearing the sound, Zhao Lifei turned off the lights with a "pop" sound.
Suddenly from the brightest to the darkest, all the recruits were startled, "Holy shit, what's going on? Why did you turn off the lights?"
"Where are my pants?"
"Wo said, where is my belt?"
Chen Ming was the only one in the whole class who was not affected by the light. He had been on guard against this move for a long time.
The lights were not allowed to be turned on during the emergency assembly at night. Just now, when they were practicing for the first time, they could wait six or seven minutes with the lights on before going out to assemble.
After finally gaining proficiency, I managed to get the time down to within five minutes, but this result was not recognized by the squad leader at all. According to the artillery brigade's emergency assembly regulations, the entire company must be assembled within at least three minutes.
Knowing this, Chen Ming was very regular when placing things. The moment the squad leader stood up, he had already figured out where all the items were placed. With his sense of proficiency, he put on pants on the bed, then picked up his backpack and stuffed things inside.
Due to the emergency assembly practice, the street lights outside and the lights in the corridor were turned off.
Zhao Lifei was so fierce that he couldn't see anyone. He only heard grumbling voices and shouted angrily: "Stop talking nonsense. Emergency gathering is a subject within the scope of war preparation. War does not only break out in brightly lit places."
"What's more, on the battlefield, when the enemy is attacking, do you dare to turn on the lights during a large-scale gathering? You are looking for death."
"Clang"
As Zhao Lifei was talking, there was a sudden noise behind him. When he turned around to look, he happened to see a backpack hanging around Chen Ming's neck with the help of the faint moonlight.
As he ran outside, he put on his shirt, belt, military uniform, and put on his backpack, all in one movement.
One person had already rushed outside to the meeting point.
