In enemy-occupied areas, there are no conditions for new recruits to undergo live ammunition training, but it is no problem to practice dropping bombs and stabbing them down.
The monkey was looking at the white circle twenty-five meters away with a straight face. Not one of the public security team members could throw the grenade into the circle, and most of them couldn't throw the grenade from the first impact point without gunpowder. To a distance of more than twenty meters!
"You're so nervous, why don't you just throw it ten meters away? It's really an embarrassment to the team members!" Zhao Caixia, who was standing next to her, cursed and couldn't help but laugh.
The soldiers of the action team were blushing, dazed, and anxious.
The soldiers nearby followed suit, forgetting that they were just as uneasy when they dropped live ammunition for the first time.
Militiamen continued to come to report, and after Director Xu's explanation, the militiamen joined the public security team that was being trained.
Throwing grenades is different from live ammunition shooting. When shooting, you are shooting at a target. Shooting the target is enjoyable, but the target will not hit you. You cannot miss the target but you will not hurt yourself. Throwing a real grenade is different. If you pull the match rope, he will risk his life. Yan'er, everyone knows that grenades will explode. Most soldiers will panic when they drop the bomb for the first time, and their whole body will even become weak, and their legs will tremble.
The trained warriors were all suppressing laughter, knowing in their hearts that the monkey still had a big move left!
I'm coming...
The monkey instructor, who was always kind and smiling, suddenly shouted an order: "Gather!"
Fortunately, the public security team also trains on a regular basis, but the requirements are not as high as that of the ninth company, and the team is relatively neat.
Even the militiamen who had just arrived, although their movements were a bit awkward, there was no problem with the basic formation.
The monkey stood in front of the queue. After waiting for each column to count, the monkey took a live ammunition from his chest. In front of the public security soldiers and militiamen, he unscrewed the back cover, tore the moisture-proof paper, took out the match rope, and put the fire ring on it. on your little finger, then hold the handle high.
The public security soldiers in front were a little nervous, but the monkey smiled with satisfaction: "Everyone, watch out, this is how you prepare to fire before dropping the bomb!"
As he was talking, perhaps because he was holding the grenade incorrectly, the hand holding the grenade suddenly loosened, and the grenade fell from his hand with a somersault.
The militiamen's queue immediately became chaotic. Some people simply fell to the ground, and a few others immediately broke away from the team and ran out. Without exception, their faces turned pale.
The soldiers of the public security team did not move, and the soldiers watching the excitement did not move either. They covered their mouths and laughed. The monkey looked at the panicked team and laughed.
The militiamen who were lying on the ground waited for a long time before they realized that something was strange, so they quickly stood up and rejoined the team.
The grenade was still hanging on the little finger of the skinny monkey's right hand. The warhead was facing down and hung by a match rope. It didn't smoke or make any sound, and it was swinging left and right in mid-air.
The monkey stopped laughing: "I'm quite nervous. Look, everyone, I have pulled out the grenade's draw cord. Remember, everyone, it takes more than ten kilograms of strength to pull the grenade on fire. The grenade only weighs one kilogram. It’s heavy, not strong enough, and can’t pull the fire out at all! Do you understand?”
"Understood!" the soldiers from the public security team responded uniformly.
The militiamen were slow for a moment and replied sparsely: "I understand..."
"Since it can't catch fire, it can't explode! So this grenade won't explode at all, remember it all! Don't take out a grenade in the future, pull out the pull tab and throw it out... Okay, this is the first step! "
The monkey paused for a moment, holding up the grenade and continued: "The second step is to pull the fire. There are two ways. One is to pull the ring with the left hand, tear it off and then throw it out. The other is the way I am now, I just use my right hand with one hand. To throw a bomb, hang the tab on your little finger. When throwing, hook the little finger tightly, open your arms and swing it in a circle, and throw it towards the enemy. There is a delay for the grenade, which is about five seconds."
"How long is five seconds?" Finally a militiaman asked the question.
Monkey was a little speechless. The militiamen organized by the public security team were too naive: "Five seconds?"
As he spoke, he hooked the ring with the little finger of his left hand, pulled hard, and then continued: "One...two...three...four...five!"
This time it was the turn of the public security team soldiers to lie on the ground: "Why don't you throw it away..."
The tail of the grenade smoked out with great force.
"Hurry up and throw it away!" Upon seeing this, a soldier lying on the ground rushed forward and reached out to grab the grenade from the monkey's hand.
The two of them fell down, and Monkey's right hand and the grenade were held in the soldier's arms and pinned to the ground.
After a long while, the soldier realized that the soldiers watching the excitement around him were laughing so hard that the atmosphere reached its peak.
The monkey stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and kicked the dumbfounded soldier next to him: "Do you know why it can't explode?"
"It must be a dud!" The guy on the ground came to his senses, his legs were still shaking, and he was helped up by the police soldier next to him.
Another soldier spoke: "No, the possibility that the grenade will not go off is very small, but this one, there is no explosive in the warhead..."
"..."
The monkey didn’t say right or wrong: “Do you understand everything?”
"Understood!" Everyone replied quickly.
Monkey listened with satisfaction: "Everyone, listen up, we soldiers must be familiar with guns and ammunition. Throwing grenades is the most basic skill. On the battlefield, if you can't even use grenades, isn't that nonsense? The distance between the enemy and If it's far away, you can shoot. But if the enemy is close, you can't use urine to drench him, right? We have to blow him up with a grenade, do you understand?"
"clear."
"It's useless to just understand, it's a mule or a horse that has to be pulled out and run around!" Monkey said, gesturing to the warrior next to him.
A box of grenades was delivered by the soldier next to him.
"There are twenty hand grenades here. The militiamen who don't know how to use them should go out. Those who know how to use them should step aside!" The monkey shouted at the team: "Practice throwing bombs!"
The basic training of training grenades is to throw training bombs. There are many capable people in the Ninth Company. Pour out the explosives to use as training bombs. Soldiers who have not been tested in actual combat will easily be unable to throw the grenade due to nervousness after pulling the trigger on the battlefield, and may even fail to pull the trigger. Then hold it in your hand without throwing it away.
The key is familiarity.
The soldiers watching the excitement knew that someone was going to be kicked again, and they were looking forward to it.
One after another, the soldiers began to line up to drop the grenades. After throwing the grenades, some stood still, some lay on the ground and looked at the excitement, and some muttered. They threw the grenades at different distances.
Fortunately, no one threw them at their feet.
After these guys finished throwing, the monkey finally came forward: "Come on, come on, tell us what you think!"
"It's not difficult. The basic steps are to poke the moisture-proof paper, pull the fire, throw it out, and it will explode in about five seconds!" said a public security soldier.
"The throwing action must be standard, and open your arms as much as possible, so that you can throw far..."
"You have to throw it fast and don't throw it at your own feet!"
The monkey nodded: "Okay, let's all do twenty push-ups on the spot."
A public security soldier was unconvinced: "Why?"
The monkey kicked him with a straight face: "You think you can? Throw the grenade, what are you looking at at the fifth second? Ah? Do you want to see the fireworks? Or do you want to see the enemy's arm being blown up into the sky? Get ready. Pick it up and make soup to drink?"
"I will remember!" the soldier replied loudly with a red face.
"And there is a comrade next to you. Is his posture correct? I saw you smiling. Have you corrected his movements? If his hand slips, the grenade falls to the ground and you will be blown to pieces!"
"Yes!" The soldier had a dark face, and his strengths were actually being scolded.
"Now, go and demonstrate the standard moves." The monkey's voice was stern. I really don't know how that small body could make such a big sound, which made the warrior's ears buzz.
This soldier had good tactical moves. He was definitely a veteran on the battlefield. After throwing the grenade, he rested his arms on the ground and held his head in his hands. He knew how to protect himself. He knew it was a training bomb and couldn't help but glance at it.
However, finding their thorns is a piece of cake for monkeys...
After lying on the ground for twenty.
Next three postures of bombing...
