"Dog win, forget it. If you want to get the spot back, it's enough to give them a tough shot assessment next month. It would be fun to watch the guy named Yang Buye wash your socks."

Lin Zhan, who had been standing behind without speaking much from the beginning, patted Ma Gousheng's round face with a black and red face, and looked at Zhou Bo and the others' departure jokingly.

"Okay, since the bet has been decided, I will train hard from tomorrow. Especially for you two, don't think that if you are one of you, you can relax and not take it seriously, just as the captain of the school shooting team."

Li Quan almost pointed to Lin Zhan and Ma Gousheng's nose to start training.

It turns out that the three generations of ancestors named Ma Gou Zuo were all hunters in the mountains. Since he became sensible, his father has taken him up the mountain to hunt wild boars. He is 18 years old this year and hits wherever he points within 150 meters with a hunting rifle. He says that the left eye of the wild boar will definitely not hit the right eye.

Lin Zhan is an exception. In the military family, his grandfather is the only remaining veterans who participated in the Long March, and his father is the chief of staff of a certain army group. He grew up touching a gun since he was a child. He came to join the army before he finished his sophomore year, and he was also the captain of the school's shooting team. To put it bluntly, even if he has his shooting level, he can be a recruit instructor.

Several squad leaders present knew the background of the two soldiers, which was a good seedling that was booked early. Thinking of this, everyone had to worry about the platoon leader Zhou Bo.

Early the next morning, the third row of shifts got up before the wake-up call was blown, and they had finished tidying up the internal affairs. They were waiting for the squad leader's whistle.

Why is it so early? Just kidding, today is a shooting training, and a guy named Zhang even got so excited last night that he couldn't sleep all night.

When the wake-up call sounded, Zhou Bo opened his eyes and saw 10 big faces staring at him with a very obscene smile, almost scaring his stock for the whole night.

"What are you doing? You want to rebel!"

Zhou Bo's feet almost kicked Dai Gang's pockmarked face down.

"Oh……"

"whee……"

Ten hands pointed at the gun rack next to the wall at the same time.

Zhou Bo then realized that these monkeys were thinking about today's shooting training if they didn't sleep.

"Want to touch the gun?"

"Yeah yeah..."

“Want to train for shooting?”

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah..."

Ten monkeys nodded like pounding garlic, looking at the locked gun stand, just like a pervert who saw a beauty, he almost drooled.

"Okay! Very good! I hope you can continue to maintain this enthusiasm in the future."

15 minutes later, on the playground of the recruits battalion, ten recruits from three squads in a row were really like ten monkeys to accept everyone's eyes.

I saw ten people each dragging a brick with one palm and lifting both hands and two pieces of them. They just rest for 3 minutes every 5 minutes, and they had to wait until everyone finished 5 sets before they could finish. One person gave up halfway and pushed it back and started over.

"Squad leader, although there is a plot of hanging a kettle on the TV, he can at least have a gun! Look at how embarrassed we are just two bricks, and we are playing like we are playing monkeys.

Look at the second row, the guns have already started to touch the guns. We have a month's bet with them now."

Zhang Xiaofan blushed and said to Zhou Bo indignantly.

"I want to win! If you don't want to wash your socks, don't talk nonsense to me. Is the one who pulled Yang Buye's legs yesterday who didn't put them on? He is a hunter and is very good at hitting him with a shotgun! If you want to win someone in a month, I tell you, it's hard.

There is another man named Lin Zhan. He was recruited from a prestigious university, the captain of the school shooting team, and he won medals. Even if you can win the others, these two people can beat you the total score."

"Squad leader, you are not kind. Why do you always have the ambition to destroy your own might? You don't know how to win or lose, but even so, you have to let us touch the gun!"

"good……"

"Hit him a ball..."

"Tender him..."

Wang Jianjun's words were unanimously recognized by his comrades in the third squad, and Zhou Bo strongly demanded that he end this inhumane self-destructive "brick training method.

"It is a good thing to be confident, but blind confidence is the beginning of sadness. When you think about not being slapped in the face, then just hold the bricks for me honestly and don't train well. If anyone drops the chain and causes me to wash my socks, then don't blame me for being stubborn... destroying flowers..."

It was only then that everyone remembered that the team leader Zhou was also responsible for washing socks. Seeing Zhou Bo's paws and gritting his teeth, Yao Pangya, who was just thinking about being lazy, quickly put on a new position.

The training in the morning was over holding bricks and watching others fiddling with guns. This resulted in the fact that most of the good soldiers in Class 3 could not finish a meal well during lunch. The reason was that their hands were shaking and their chopsticks could not be grasped steadily. Of course, most of them had very few small numbers. Apart from the squad leader Zhou Zhou, there was only Yang Buye, who deserved to be knocked on the widow's door at night.

Yang, who was born with terrifying and destructive power to food, had no hindered his trembling hands at all. His combat power even broke the record of his own eight times last time and reached ten times. The old squad leader of the kitchen squad was already considering whether to build a larger "basin" for him alone, so as not to sway in front of him with a embarrassed look on his face. At this point, Yang Dafanzhu undoubtedly replaced the title of "Yang Disabled Bing" as an overly harmful title from today, and the next day, the kitchen squad leader replaced the other big basin and reached a well-known level.

Time flies, and it has been more than half a month since Yang Buye arrived in the army. In the past 10 days since the launch of the gun, the ten new recruits from the third squad, who were eager for guns, finally touched their own gun today. Such a surprise almost came to the end. Comrade Zhang Xiaofan cried with joy. You know, he is a man determined to become the number one sniper in the world. Since he got his beloved Type 95 rifle, he immediately gave him a cool name, saying: "Cold Arrow". He also strongly asked others to name his gun. The reason was explained by him that only the gun with a name can have a soul. This is the so-called gun soul.

Zhou Bo said he was powerless to force a fool to do something like this, so he could only let it go.

From the beginning, he adhered to the principle of non-interference, but when he learned that a certain Dafanzhu named the rifle in his hand was named "Ya Middie", the squad leader finally got angry.

As for why Yang Dafanzhu gave his gun such a name that was at the forefront of the times, it was thanks to the comrade Yao who had buck teeth.

On one chance night, Yao Biaoya heard the word "Ya Middie" and asked the cousin who lived downstairs to buy CDs. The cousin told him that as long as someone called this word, any gun would automatically soften it. He kept this powerful sentence in his heart. By chance, the naming rights of the word were deprived of Yang Bue. Afterwards, except for Wang Jianjun and Yang Bue, the other eight people chose to remain silent.

The storm of naming guns came and went quickly. In the end, the name of the bar gun in Yang Bu'e's hand was deprived by Zhou Bo on the grounds that patriotism could not be named by other countries. Others were not very keen on naming guns, so Zhang Xiaofan's gun became the only gun with a "soul" in a row of three squads.

Everyone thought that they could immediately enter the exciting target shooting training after getting the gun, but in the end, the ten monkeys in Class 3 still muttered about the shamelessness of Zhou Bo and Zhou Da squad leader.

After completing the "ultimate secret of big bricks" training every day, unfortunately there was another project, which was to dismantle and load guns.

According to the theory of Squad Leader Zhou Da, if you are not even familiar with your own weapons, how can you kill the enemy?

So Zhang Xiaofan thought it through himself, like a peerless swordsman.

"I am the West Gate Blowing Water. This sword is called Piaoxue. It is three feet long and weighs six pounds and eight ounces. I will use this sword to take your life...

I am Zhang Xiaofan, the world's number one sniper. This gun is called Lengjian. I'm a heavy appointment...ha...ha..."

Since Zhang Daxia received full popular science publicity, the others have complained a lot less. It’s true that after dismantling and loading guns for nearly a week, although they have not fired a single shot, everyone has a feeling of human-gun integration.

Most of a month has passed, and Li Quan and his second class have unprecedented training volume every day. Target training alone has used 80% of the class bullets distributed by the equipment department.

Bang……

8.5 ring...

Bang……

9 rings…

Bang……

10 rings…

10 rings…

9:5 ring...

"Yes, the last shot of Dog Sheng is not good at this kid's mentality. Seeing Lin Zhan shoot two consecutive shots of 10 rings, he is anxious. Take out your stable power to hit the wild boar and don't be affected by others!"

"yes!"

Li Quan nodded.

"Everyone has it, gather..."

After returning from shooting, the group of people from Class 2 of the third row and second row seemed very happy. Judging from everyone's results today, the chances of winning will be very high when the assessment is at the end of the month.

"Squad leader, I heard from the people from Class 1 that the third squad led by Platoon Commander Zhou has not shot the target yet. He has been holding bricks and lifting guns all day long. Do they want to abstain from it? If so, I won't wash my socks for the rest of the time, and save them all."

"ha……

If you save all your socks first, we won’t even think about going to bed at night…”

Everyone was talking and laughing, but only Lin Zhan and Li Quan were still very calm. They just couldn't figure out why Zhou Bo was still so leisurely and had not even arranged a target training. Not to mention the time to make a bet, if this continues, it will be a question whether the assessment at the end of the month can pass.

The company commander Chen Jingshan had heard about the bets of the two platoon leaders very early, and he knew about the training situation of the two squads. Zhou Bo handed over his training plan a long time ago. Seeing the assessment days getting closer, the Dalian Commander also began to regret agreeing to Zhou Bo's almost nonsense training method.
Chapter completed!