Zhang Jiancheng formed a row of last hopes.
This accident had a huge impact on the first platoon.
There was an accident during the five-kilometer cross-country trip in the morning, and another accident occurred in the shooting subject.
Ma Teng looked ashamed, sitting among his comrades and being scolded by others.
Fatty Wei almost kicked him.
Ma Teng usually likes to kill Fatty Wei, and he is more eloquent than Fatty Wei.
But today I only wanted to be scolded, and I didn't dare to refute even a single word.
"I said you are a big fool! What have you done secretly!" Fatty Wei's spittle splashed onto Ma Teng's face: "There is a sign next to the target with numbers on it. You can hit it." Wrong!? You are so good!"
Ma Teng wiped his face and wiped away the spittle that splashed on his face, which seemed to be a sign of self-indulgence.
"Li Zheng's third-class meritorious service has delayed you like this. You can't even sleep at night! How can you shoot a gun like this? Don't you look at the target? Oh! There are so many targets there, you just shoot them if you are the target?" Are they all yours? I'm also next to you, why don't you put a shot on my target too?"
The more Fatty Wei scolded, the angrier he became, as if the third-class meritorious service had been thrust into Li Zheng's hands and then snatched away by Ma Teng and thrown into the river.
"I do not want this……"
Ma Teng raised his head, his eyes were red, and he was about to shed tears.
Li Zheng quickly comforted him: "Old Ma, don't pay attention to Fatty Wei. If it doesn't work this time, I'll just do it better next time. It's okay. Don't worry!"
Then he said to Fatty Wei: "Okay, why don't you take your words seriously? Listen to what you mean, I will definitely be able to obtain the third-class martial arts? There are many masters!"
There were indeed many masters in today's shooting test.
When the new corps played until noon, everyone played a round. When the results were finally calculated, 6 of them had full marks.
Zhang Jian is one of them.
Also the only one in the row.
Zhuang Haoran in the second row did his part and also won the full ring.
His shooting results have always been extremely stable.
There is also Li Yunpeng from the first battalion.
This guy is really awesome. In the shooting test just now, he not only got full marks, but he was also the fastest to complete the shooting in terms of time.
Such accuracy and speed show that he has a thorough understanding of firearms. Perhaps it is because he has been hunting since he was a child. The prey is a living animal. Sometimes it only takes one or two seconds from the moment the prey is discovered to the moment it escapes. The time window for shooting is very short. Therefore, people who are good at hunting are not only good at shooting, they are also first-rate in rapid fire.
Zhang Wenqing was very satisfied with the result.
It's not easy for new recruits to get through the ring, and now there are 6, which means that these 6 people may be able to win honors for E Division in competitions in the future.
More importantly, Zhang Wenqing felt that at least he did not lose face to the E Division in front of the solemn people. The defeat in the exercise back then was a matter of tactical use, but now it reflects the quality of the individual soldiers of the combat company.
"Not bad, right?" He turned to the side and said to Zhuang Yan: "Six young shooters who are good at shooting can be trained to produce many good soldiers in the future."
Zhuang Yan still smiled and nodded.
Zhang Wenqing added: "It's a pity that Li Zheng is dead. I think he should also have 50 rings, but he was shot at the wrong target. He was unlucky."
Zhuang Yan suddenly said: "Deputy Commander Zhang, I have a small request."
Zhang Wenqing said: "You say."
Zhuang Yan said: "The assessment is not just for the pursuit of meritorious service. I think Li Zheng's biggest regret now is that he does not have the opportunity to accept the highest level challenge. I suggest that he be given a chance to participate in the final test with seven other soldiers, but he only participated , not claiming credit. I think other companies can accept this arrangement."
Zhang Wenqing did not expect Zhuang Yan to make such a request.
Let Li Zheng continue to participate in the final competition?
According to the rules, Li Zheng was disqualified.
But emotionally speaking, Zhang Wenqing also knew that Li Zheng's five shots must be 50 rings.
Otherwise the ring number would not be 59.
"What about this..." Zhang Wenqing pondered for a moment, then turned to ask the battalion commanders sitting nearby: "Batalion commanders, I have something to ask you."
Liang Hu, the commander of the second battalion, was the first to ask: "Deputy Commander Zhang, do you have any instructions?"
The other two battalion commanders also set their sights here.
Zhang Wenqing said: "Chief of Staff Zhuang made a request to me. I feel that the decision-making power should not be with me, but with you."
Several battalion commanders exchanged glances with each other, then looked in the solemn direction, and then asked: "We listen to you, and you can do whatever you think."
Zhang Wenqing said: "I can't be paternalistic, I still want to be more democratic, but this matter is not particularly difficult to handle. Chief of Staff Zhuang feels that Li Zheng's soldier is a pity. You also know that if he is not the wrong target, he must be too." 50 rings, can we let him participate in the final competition according to his results, but he will not participate in ranking and reporting."
Liang Hu answered quickly: "I have no problem."
The other two battalion commanders couldn't help but glance at him, thinking that of course it would be fine for you, and of course you would protect your soldiers.
Then Zhang Shisong of the new regiment spoke: "I don't think there is a problem. If you don't participate in getting the rankings or judging the merits and awards, it is purely to test the highest shooting level of the new recruits in our regiment. I think it is okay. Besides, I have always heard about Li Zheng's marksmanship. Very good, if he does not participate in the final game, I think the final match will be a lot worse."
After training in the same regiment for more than two months, each battalion and company knew each other's basics.
Which battalion, which company, which item is the strongest, has been known for a long time through word of mouth and field observation.
If Li Zheng loses the qualification for the final confrontation, he will indeed be disgraced.
Everyone also wants to see who is better between this kid and Zhuang Haoran.
So the first battalion commander nodded and agreed: "I have no problem."
Then the third battalion commander agreed, but still left a small tail.
"I also agree. As long as you don't compete for rankings, it's just an exchange, which is fine."
Liang Hu knew that the commander of the third battalion was actually protecting his own soldiers. Now the three battalions had a total of 6 full rings. Three of his soldiers in the third battalion had scored 50 rings; the first battalion only had one single Miao Miao Li Yunpeng, and the second battalion had one Zhang Jian and one Zhuang Haoran in the second row.
Judging from the proportion of people, the third battalion is most likely to win the championship.
There are many victories but little porridge, and only one third-class meritorious service can be given. The most others can be given is a commendation. Of course, he has to think about his own soldiers.
"The Sword Comes"
Zhang Wenqing turned to Zhuang Yan and asked, "They all agree, provided that no credit will be given if the ranking is not achieved."
Zhuang Yan said: "That's my original intention, just to give this kid a chance to practice."
Zhang Wenqing slapped his thigh: "Okay, that's it, seven people will fight in the final confrontation."
Zhuang Yan shouted to Hou Jun and waved.
"Hou Jun, come here!"
Hou Jun immediately ran to Zhuang Yan.
Zhuang Yan said: "Let Li Zheng prepare. He will also participate in the final round, but he will not participate in the ranking evaluation, nor will he participate in the future merit evaluation and awards."
Hou Jun didn't expect that Zhuang Yan would get such an opportunity. He quickly understood Zhuang Yan's intention, stood at attention, saluted, answered "yes", and ran back to the first row happily.
When they arrived at the platoon, Hou Jun said to Li Zheng: "Get ready quickly. Your master has given you a chance to participate in the final confrontation, but you can't take credit, get a ranking, or change your results."
Li Zheng was a little confused: "Huh?"
Hou Jun said: "Ah what? Are you still in good condition? If you are OK, go to the starting area immediately and get the bullets there!"
Fatty Wei was even more excited than Li Zheng and pushed the latter: "Why are you still standing there? Damn it, you can do it even if you don't get a ranking! It's good to win face!"
He is a pragmatist.
The fact that the target was hit wrong cannot be changed. The meaning of Zhuang Yan's fight for Li Zheng to get a chance to play is even deeper.
One is to train Li Zheng's on-the-spot response and pressure resistance abilities. He had a lot of emotional ups and downs before, and he had to quickly adjust into the state to directly confront the other recruits and masters. If he can win, it shows that Li Zheng's psychological quality is extremely strong.
The second is to give Li Zheng a chance to prove himself. Sometimes medals are not important, what is important is to prove his level and value.
If Li Zheng gives up because he has no chance to repay his merits, then Zhuang Yan will think that a boy is unteachable and will never talk to Li Zheng again.
"OK!"
Li Zheng finally understood.
He stood up quickly and couldn't help but grin into a flower.
He turned around and looked in the direction of Zhuang Yan, who gave him a thumbs up, and he saluted Zhuang Yan.
Salute, this is a kind of respect and gratitude.
He ran to the starting area with a gun, sat down next to Zhang Jian, and jumped Zhang Jian.
Zhang Jian asked subconsciously: "What are you doing here?"
