Chang Ning is a man of action. When he has an idea, he wants to realize it immediately. No, as soon as he was enlightened by Xiaozhuang, he went to Lao Pao to borrow books.
"Squad leader, do you have any books on firearms? I'd like to borrow them."
Lao Pao was stunned by Chang Ning's sudden question.
"Borrow a book?"
Chang Ning was the hardest working person in his class and even the entire recruit company. According to his observation, Chang Ning wished he could squeeze out his meal time to train, so why would he suddenly come over to borrow a book from him.
However, Lao Pao is very supportive of this matter. A tough guy can't even hold on, but Chang Ning just doesn't listen.
Therefore, it was a joy to see Chang Ning relax, not to mention that he was reading and studying, not messing around.
"I want to read books about firearms, preferably professional ones, but there are no such books in our class."
Chang Ning rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. He was not used to asking others for help. But there were only novels and magazines in the class, and not a single professional book he needed, so he had no choice but to ask for help.
"Okay, I'll give it to you when you have a rest at night."
In the past year, Lao Pao has been studying high school chemistry and engineering and explosives knowledge by himself. He has no professional firearms books. While there is still some time, he will go to the platoon leader Chen Guotao to borrow them.
He is a top student at the Army Command Academy, so he must have the books Chang Ning needs. The comrades in the class need the help of the old squad leader for the first time, so he can't let go.
In the evening, Chang Ning got the book as he wished and couldn't wait to read it.
The book he read was a reference book on the advantages and disadvantages of various firearms and detailed data analysis. It contains various famous firearms at home and abroad. The famous AK47 is on the first page.
How could a person who successfully graduated from a famous university at the age of eighteen not have some ability to study? He might not be able to beat others in the military camp, but in terms of learning ability, Chang Ning asked himself that he could still take advantage of it.
At least he had no rivals in the recruit company, except for Xiaozhuang, a seventeen-year-old college student majoring in directing.
Next to her, Chen Xiwa put down the "Chinese Soldier King" in her hand and looked at Chang Ning dumbfounded.
"Xiao Zhuang, do you college students read books like this?"
This is not reading a book, this is scanning! One, two, three...ten, Chang Ning finished reading a page of the book in ten seconds. It was a professional book with complicated data and theories in it. It was impossible to understand it unless you read it carefully.
Chen Xiwa suddenly felt that college students were so scary. No wonder they were able to get into college. With their reading speed, they had to give them a thumbs up.
"Don't get me wrong about college students. At least I can't read as fast as Chang Ning."
Question: What is it like to have a friend who is a genius and works harder than you?
Xiaozhuang really didn't know what to say. He could now surpass Chang Ning in marksmanship.
The physical ability that he was once proud of can no longer be used. If he and Chang Ning competed in a five-kilometer competition now, Xiaozhuang was sure that Chang Ning would lap him as many times as he wanted. He was so domineering.
And he had a hunch that Chang Ning's marksmanship would be terrifyingly accurate in the near future.
Xiaozhuang looked at Chang Ning who was reading seriously, and this strange thought came to his mind.
…
Time passed quietly through the fingers like quicksand, and Chang Ning stayed in the recruit company until winter in the blink of an eye.
On December 28, 2005, heavy snowflakes fell from the sky to the world. If I had to describe it, it would be: "like catkins blowing up due to the wind."
It doesn't matter if the weather is bad. In the words of Lao Pao, even if it rains, hails, or even gets knifed, the training will continue without his permission.
Yes, Lao Pao is so cruel and inhumane.
Chang Ning stood by the window, looking at the heavy snow falling under the dim street lights through the glass, feeling something different in her heart.
It seems that there should be a girl under the street lamp at this time, with a beautiful smile and a graceful appearance.
It's a pity that this is the military camp where the sow raced Diao Chan after serving in the army for three years.
The snores in the dormitory are still coming one after another. Lao Pao arranges many more training tasks every day than other classes. Everyone is exhausted physically and mentally every day. In this case, people who don't snore also learn to snore.
The wake-up call in the military camp was still so punctual. Chang Ning quickly put on his armed belt, tidied up his clothes, and ran outside the dormitory to wait quietly for his comrades.
"Wake up, hurry up!"
Lao Pao's urging voice first came from the dormitory, followed by various complaints, because someone always wears the wrong clothes in a hurry.
"Xiwa, you are wearing my clothes!"
This was Xiaozhuang's voice, and Chang Ning heard it clearly.
When Lao Pao put on his clothes and ran out despite the heavy snow, he saw Chang Ning standing in the snow like a tall poplar tree.
A look of surprise flashed in his eyes. Chang Ning had never gotten up so early, but Lao Pao didn't say anything.
"What are you doing so slowly? Hurry up!"
The new recruits stood in line amidst the urging of the old Pao. Everyone looked at the expressionless face of the old Pao, waiting for him to spit out the fragrance.
But this time everyone was disappointed. Uncharacteristically, Lao Pao said nothing and just asked everyone to run a five-kilometer run to warm up.
Chang Ning got up early because he was too excited to fall asleep. By chance, he saw the training plan of the veteran cannon and knew that there would be target practice today. This time he would be able to refresh the record of the new recruit company again with great pride.
It has been fifteen or six days since the last time he borrowed a book. Just as he thought, reading books is useful and adds a lot of experience points.
In the past ten days, he trained during the day and took time to read at night. His rifle shooting experience bar had reached "90/100".
But Chang Ning tried his best to add a little more to the remaining ten experience points. If it weren't for the upper limit of one hundred points, Chang Ning would have thought that he had already filled up the experience points.
“Today we officially started target practice, I won’t go into details.
Just one sentence, I hope you can put everything I have taught you into full play. "
Lao Pao looked at the young faces in front of him and felt proud. He dared to pat his chest and say that his soldiers were stronger than those of other classes!
Counting the bullets lying heavy in the palm of his hand, Chang Ning felt that Lao Pao was finally generous this time and fired ten bullets for each of them.
Still shooting from a prone position, the old gun doesn't care whether the ground is wet or not.
At this moment, Chang Ning lay motionless on the muddy ground. Even if the fabric in front of him was soaked, he remained unmoved.
At this moment, all he could see was the target a hundred meters away, and his brain was doing crazy calculations based on the surrounding wind, humidity and other environmental factors.
At this moment, the book he read before played a decisive role, allowing Chang Ning to use the formulas in the book to calculate the perfect shooting opportunity!
Putting his index finger on the cold trigger, he adjusted his breathing to block out the noise from the outside world. It seemed that there was only Chang Ning himself, the gun in his hand, and the target in the world, and everything else disappeared.
The more fantasy explanation is that Chang Ning is now in a state where man and gun are one, while the more scientific explanation is absolute concentration.
When fired lightly, the bullet spins towards the target at a speed of 920m/s.
This time Chang Ning didn't keep Lao Pao waiting, not even waiting. Because he never paused from the first shot, the single-shot burst mode almost turned him into automatic shooting mode.
"Hiss~"
Seeing Chang Ning's irrational behavior, Lao Pao took a deep breath.
Are you being stimulated by something, or are you just not taking me, the old squad leader, seriously? Are you being so perfunctory?
'Wait, boy! When your results come out, let’s see how I deal with you. Don’t think that just because you are physically strong is amazing! '
"Target report."
The old gunman patiently waited until the recruits finished shooting the targets, then picked up the walkie-talkie and asked his comrades in charge of the shooting range to help report the targets.
"Target No. 1 has 70 rings, Target No. 2 has 75 rings, Target No. 3 has 85 rings... Target No. 9... Target No. 9..."
"What happened to target nine?"
Lao Pao had an unpleasant feeling in his heart. Target No. 9 was Chang Ning's target. Did this guy hit a perfect target?
"Target No. 9 and Ten Rings!"
What!
Ten rings!
Everyone present looked at Chang Ning in surprise. If they didn't know the target shooting results and someone told them that Chang Ning could achieve a ten-ring result with ten rounds of bullets, they wouldn't believe it.
Have you ever seen Chang Ning, who takes the time to practice weight-bearing and holding a gun after physical training, rain or shine? Have you ever seen Chang Ning who reads professional books about firearms every night?
Who would believe that such a person failed in target shooting? But the fact is happening right in front of our eyes. We can't just be joking with our comrades who are reporting on the target.
Facing the complicated looks in his comrades' eyes, Chang Ning's mentality and expression remained unchanged. He knew that his score was not ten rings, and he had strong confidence in this.
"Bring over the target paper and take a look."
When Lao Pao learned that Chang Ning had only taken ten rings, he felt extremely complicated. If this was true, Chang Ning had fallen from the altar.
It proves that he is not a pervert who can do anything. On the other hand, the veteran doesn't want Chang Ning to only hit ten rings.
A few minutes later, Lao Pao took the target paper and found that it was indeed a ten-ring target, now with a stone hammer. He glanced at Chang Ning with a complicated expression.
Such results are unfair to a fighter who trains hard.
The old man who originally wanted to comfort Chang Ning found it very strange when he saw that there was no negative emotion of frustration or anger on Chang Ning's face.
As far as he knew, Chang Ning was a proud person, and a proud person could accept his own failure.
'Something's wrong! '
Lao Pao felt in his heart that there was something wrong with this score and looked at the target paper in his hand carefully.
"This is?"
The bullet holes in the target paper gun were obviously several times larger, which could not be made by a single bullet.
"Could it be..."
Yes, this is the only way to explain why he is so calm about his target shooting performance.
It must be that Chang Ning's ten bullets all hit the same location and they were ten rings, which is in line with his character.
Lao Pao guessed the result, but he didn't want to announce the answer, and he didn't have time to test Chang Ning's marksmanship.
This is the army, not a place where you can do whatever you want. Chang Ning's results can only be registered in terms of ten rings.
Moreover, there is a troubled young man in the class who needs training, and today's target practice is aimed at him.
"What? Will some people's tails rise to the sky after scoring 95 rings?"
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