Seeing that everyone had already taken action, Liu followed the crosshairs of the gun barrel halfway and aimed at the target ahead. Before he had time to correct, he pulled the trigger.
Only "tap-tap-tap-tap..." was heard. A series of gunshots shook the entire valley.
"It's over, it's over, it's over!"
The moment Liu Bancheng pulled the paddle, he clearly felt that the sound made by the thing in his hand seemed different from others.
When he was wondering, he heard the commander at the rear yelling at the top of his lungs:
"Stop shooting, stop shooting, stop shooting, everyone stand up!" This shout stopped all the soldiers who were still shooting.
He had just stood up after obeying the command, but before he could stand still, he heard a "bang" sound, his left ribs were hit hard, and his body fell straight down, half-stretched and unable to move.
At this time, several people ran up from behind, picked up Ban Cheng, and dragged him to the side of the shooting range, like a heavy skin bag.
By the time Liu Bancheng managed to get up from the snow, the 1.80-year-old man had already rushed in front of him, rounded his arms, and slapped Liu Bancheng hard.
Liu Bancheng's eyes turned dark and filled with stars.
Little did he know that the subject just conducted was a single-shot burst. .
This shuttle deducted all the company's shooting results from last year.
The one who kicked him in the ribs was none other than company commander He Taiping.
At this time, the company commander had the intention to pull Liu Bancheng out and shoot him.
With this move, the company's training results for a year were gone, and the company commander's five years of hard work were gone.
In the evening, he didn't go to eat in the middle of the journey and went to bed early. He didn't want to see the company commander with a rough look on his face.
He didn't understand. It was obviously a single shot, but how could he shoot a series of shots?
Before shooting, Mingming moved the switch to the single-shot position according to what squad leader Ren taught him in advance. Dongzi, the veteran who protected him from behind, even checked it for himself. There should be no problem, why did he shoot in a row all of a sudden! Isn't it a ghost?
Besides, I made the mistake myself. But can this basket just accept my paperwork?
Your company commander secretly sent all your fellow soldiers home to visit their relatives, and they came to take assessments. If there were not enough people, they asked me to write papers to make up the number.
And I have never practiced target shooting once. I reported it to your company commander beforehand. Didn’t you stare wide-eyed and said, "It’s okay. You just need to be able to shoot out the bullets. The average score of the whole company will be calculated for the assessment. It will not affect Overall result!”
It's a good thing now, he has become the sinner of the whole company.
Halfway through he couldn't figure out whose fault it was, and he didn't sleep a wink all night.
But he had no idea that the nightmare had just begun.
During morning exercises the next day, the company correspondent helped Ban Cheng pack his luggage and sent him to a dormitory behind the company canteen.
Oops, what kind of dormitory is this? It's clearly a pigsty. Through the dusty glass, you can see the smelly pigsty next door.
A well-known clerk at the company headquarters became a "well-known" pig officer of the company. The so-called military academy dream suddenly came to nothing.
After the correspondent silently put away his luggage and walked out of the dormitory, Liu Bancheng fell on the bed, curled his body inward, and fell asleep in a daze.
From yesterday morning to now, he has always been in a state of tension, anger, fear, and worry. He is too conflicted, too anxious, and too tired.
When the company's lights-out signal blew, everyone was about to go to sleep, but they woke up halfway through.
He fumbled to turn on the light and looked around the room.
In addition to the wooden bed under my butt, there is also a long table with paint peeling off.
There was a washstand behind the door, and an iron stove in the middle of the floor, with its tube pointed out of the window.
There was a faint light coming in from the window, and a large spider had built a web in front of the window and curled up quietly in the middle of the web.
No one has lived in this room for a long time.
Liu Bancheng opened the door and saw clearly that this room faced away from the company.
There is a large open space in front of it, covered with white snow, like a white square cloth.
There should be a pigsty on the left side near the root of the mountain. There is a whole row of pigsties, covered with sheds, and pigsty is separated every three or four meters. Each pigsty is as deserted as its own dormitory.
There seems to be one in the first circle near the dormitory, sleeping.
Halfway through he wondered if he was still alive.
He poked it in with a long branch, and a big black pig, about one meter four to five meters long, growled and stood up. The hair is messy, the belly is flat, and there is no energy at all. Turned around, dug up the grass and stepped down again.
It took so long to reach the company headquarters halfway, but I really didn't notice that the company actually had such a place.
I haven't eaten anything all day and I don't feel hungry.
I went back to the house, lit the stove, chopped the wood in the corner into small pieces with an axe, and stuffed them into the stove. The room became warm with a crackle.
Looking at the blazing fire halfway, my head became much clearer.
In less than half a year, I felt like I was in a dream.
Why did you become a soldier? Wasn't it because you were bullied by the brigade secretary and you joined the army to gain reputation?
A soldier doesn't know how to shoot, and a clerk doesn't know how to shoot. It's a joke.
Those who work as clerks should organize gun cleaning once a week, and they should be more proficient in the performance of guns than anyone else. It is your bounden duty to master the weapons in your hands proficiently. Once a war breaks out, who can prevent the enemy from shooting at you just because you are a clerk?
If you give up learning opportunities because you don't like it, if something goes wrong, you should find the reason. If the company is short of personnel, it should actively participate. Obviously shooting is your weak point, so you should seriously report the actual situation to the company commander in advance, and take the initiative to ask the old squad leaders for serious advice, so as not to make such a fool of yourself.
Moreover, a few days ago, the company organization read the newspaper and said that a chief of staff was killed by a grenade while covering his comrades on the training ground. Human errors on the training ground cost a military prodigy his life.
Reminiscing about what happened to me on the shooting range yesterday, I made a mistake and tarnished the company. No one was killed, and it was already "picked up" to take advantage of you.
As a company clerk, I should review myself.
If you want to be a good soldier, you should face problems head-on and should not let your personal problems and emotions affect your work.
Now, my military career has just begun. After such a slight setback, I can't get back up. How can I be like the great-grandson of an old man!
When you are a soldier, you must be a good soldier and cannot avoid problems.
When you are alone outside, you must be a life coach for yourself and constantly correct your goals for moving forward.
Thinking about it like this in the middle of the process, I felt that I had given myself a comfort pill and a reassurance pill.
But now, what to do! The company headquarters can't go back, it's impossible after making such a big mistake. The correspondent has made it clear that it is just feeding pigs.
But where did the pig come from?
The correspondent had been a soldier for two years longer than him. He said that the company originally had pigs, otherwise, it would not have been possible to build so many pig pens for the pigs.
It's just that most of the troops are soldiers who enlisted in the countryside, and no one wants to be a pig officer.
Because being a pig official means you have no face.
The correspondent said that there was a soldier in the company who became a pig officer in the next company. He was with pigs every day, and the fishy smell could not be washed away from his body.
One time, we were watching a movie in a group. The people sitting on both sides of him stayed away from him because they thought he smelled bad.
However, if you feed pigs, the smell cannot be changed, and it will not be clean no matter how you wash it.
What he couldn't bear was that he never dared to tell his partner that he was feeding pigs in the army.
Every time I write a letter, I say that I am the squad leader of the combat squad. Later, the girl insisted on coming to the team to see the truth. He had no choice but to tell the truth.
As soon as the woman heard that he was feeding pigs in the company, she started working with him for nothing. This hit him hard, and he no longer wanted to do it within a few days.
Therefore, the company's pigs have never been raised, and they have become the most difficult bone for the company.
