Chapter 39 What kind of army am I here for?

Style: Historical Author: Yan QiguanWords: 2353Update Time: 24/02/20 11:02:33
No matter how unconvinced Zhang Jian is, professionalism is still professionalism.

As Wu Yi said, this is something that only entry-level snipers will understand. Most ordinary people don't even know that sniping needs correction, let alone learning how to practice style or correction.

Yang Hui obviously saw Zhang Jian's embarrassment and said loudly: "Squad leader, I figured it out."

Hou Jun's eyes lit up and he pointed his finger: "Say."

Yang Hui said: "If the temperature does not increase by 10 degrees at a distance of 400 meters, the distance will be corrected to 8 meters. But the temperature on site is 10 degrees, which is 5 degrees lower than the normal temperature of 15 degrees, so the distance will be corrected to 4 meters; the air pressure is 650 mm of mercury. It means that the altitude here is 1200-1300 meters. According to the ballistic parameters of the 88 sniper, the distance is corrected by 1 meter for every 10 mm of mercury decrease in atmospheric pressure, so the distance correction value is 11 meters, so the distance correction value is 15 meters."

Under the slightly surprised gazes of the squad leaders, Hou Jun nodded happily: "Continue."

Yang Hui continued: "In terms of height correction, for every 10 degrees increase in temperature, the correction is 0.03 meters, but the temperature difference is only 5 degrees, so there is no need to correct it; for every 10 millimeters of mercury increase or decrease in air pressure, the correction value is 0.01 meters. is 0.11 meters."

Hou Jun had no expression on his face and continued to ask: "Where is the direction correction?"

Yang Hui suddenly grinned: "Platoon commander, you deliberately didn't mention the wind direction when you reported the environmental parameters just now. May I ask, where does the wind come from?"

Hou Jun said: "Zuo Heng and Feng."

Yang Hui said: "Hengfeng is fully corrected, and the 88 sniper correction amount is 1.4 mils at a distance of 400 meters."

After the words fell, the row room became very quiet.

New recruits, you look at me, I look at you, you don’t know what the various parameters in this book are talking about.

Li Zheng was greatly shocked.

Although being a soldier has always been Li Zheng's dream, he has thought that being a soldier is enough for him over the years. With his own cultural level and foundation, he can become a soldier without even joining the army. However, he became a soldier in the same year. It's only natural to stand out among others.

But looking at it today, he felt like an idiot.

In a small recruit platoon, there was recruit No. 30, and there was actually someone who knew the sniper profession very well.

Let's just say that the question raised by Hou Jun just now is a complete blind spot in Li Zheng's knowledge area.

What cross wind corrections, what temperature corrections, what left and right corrections, what distance corrections, and what height and low corrections...

I have heard people say on the Internet that sniper is a profound military skill.

I just didn't expect it to be so complicated.

The problem is, I didn’t know it could be learned, but other comrades in the same platoon actually understood it.

Zhang Jian is a son of the army, so it’s not surprising that he understands this.

But this Yang Hui seemed to be indifferent, and even Zhang Jian was stunned as soon as he opened his mouth.

What kind of army is this?

If Li Zhenglai thought he was well prepared before joining the army, now his self-confidence has been affected to a certain extent, and he feels that everything he imagined before seemed too romantic.

Being a soldier, especially being a good soldier, may not be as simple as you think.

After the platoon meeting that night, Yang Hui took the place of Zhang Jiancheng and became the most influential person in the platoon.

On the other hand, Zhang Jian, who was at a disadvantage after this battle, instantly became much more low-key.

Hou Jun admired Yang Hui very much.

This year's batch of soldiers seemed to be of high quality, and he couldn't wait to take them to the training ground to see how well they could hit with real guns.

However, when new recruits first arrive in the army, it will be at least a month before they can fire live ammunition. Before that, they are only allowed to touch training guns and are not even allowed to hold real guns.

Three days later, the division held a grand mobilization meeting to open the training. After returning from the meeting, the training intensity suddenly increased.

If the first few days after joining the army are like paradise for the new recruits, many of them are even complacent in their hearts, thinking that this is what the army is all about! Every day I kick my legs on the playground, walk in step, practice squatting and standing up, etc. These are all easy exercises, and they are not as scary as I thought!

But after training started, everything changed.

Many new recruits have no idea what it is like to be a soldier under Hou Jun.

Hou Jun's military skills are excellent, and they are not based on talent. They are all acquired through actual practice. He has worn out no less than twenty sets of camouflage uniforms through training over the years.

What's more, he has three years left before he retires. It seems that there is no hope of participating in the international sniper competition abroad. But he is about to retire. This veteran is already thinking about what to leave to the Tigers.

There is nothing better than leaving outstanding backbones to repay the team leader for his hard work in cultivating them.

Early in the morning on the second day of the training, after getting up and gathering, Hou Jun stood in front of the team in a camouflage uniform. His appearance was still so casual. The armed belt was not tied around his waist, but was held in his hand. Waiting for a while. After squad leader Wu Yi finished gathering and reported to him, acting platoon leader Hou Jun Shi Shiran walked to the command position.

"Training begins!"

When he said this, the sky was still bright, and the lights on the first floor of the barracks shone over and fell on Hou Jun's face.

There was an inexplicable excitement on the face of the veteran Youzi.

"Did you feel comfortable the past few days?"

Suddenly, Hou Jun asked a question that made no sense.

The recruits looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

"Didn't your squad leader tell you that you must answer questions from superiors? If you feel comfortable, feel comfortable; if you don't feel comfortable, feel uncomfortable! Answer me!"

"Comfortable……"

"Comfortable!"

"Comfortable."

The answers came in sparse voices and were not uniform.

Hou Jun was obviously very dissatisfied after hearing this, and asked loudly again: "Answer me neatly - are you comfortable?!"

"Comfortable!"

This time, the recruits found their rhythm and answered in a much more orderly manner.

After hearing this, Hou Jun smashed his armed belt in his palm.

“It’s not right to be comfortable!”

As soon as this statement came out, the recruits were dumbfounded.

Isn’t it right to be comfortable?

What's wrong?

Hou Jun continued: "When soldiers feel comfortable, the common people become uneasy. The harder we train, the better we practice, and the more tired we train, the more at ease the common people will be. So, since you choose to be a soldier, don't Why are you still thinking about being comfortable? Let me tell you, starting from today, the comfortable days are gone forever! There will be only one thing accompanying you in the next two years - training, training, training!"

Standing in the team, Li Zheng listened to the impassioned words of veteran Hou Jun standing in front of the team, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Usually, if you hit chicken blood like this, nothing good will happen next.

Anyway, movies and TV scripts all act like this, without exception.

Sure enough, he guessed it right.

Hou Jun's armed belt was finally tied around his waist. He adjusted his camouflage uniform and announced: "This morning, we will organize the first five-kilometer cross-country trip in our platoon. It's not much, ah... it's only five kilometers. And it’s bare-handed, so you don’t need to carry equipment or a backpack for the time being. The five-kilometer cross-country was originally calculated as a collective result, but today is an exception. Today, all of you who are capable will show it to me. You can run as fast as you can. I started arranging it a few days ago. Yes, you are all awesome, it’s useless to just talk with your words! Today is a mule or a horse, I’m going to slip away!”

After that, he pointed his hand in the direction of the bathroom: "From now on, remember to go to the bathroom to drain the water first thing in the morning. From today on, I will basically go for a long run every morning. Don't make me shit my pants halfway! Here you go. Three minutes, go release the water immediately! Disband!"