As it turns out, Bi Jin did not disappoint me.

As far as the result is concerned, nothing happened to me—to be precise, my life was saved and I was not injured. From beginning to end, I was just a slap that didn't hurt but was very loud, and I was never beaten again since then.

I don’t know if the smelly old man had a deep hatred with me. After slapping him, he asked me to run around the playground. He casually clicked four officers and stood at the four corners of the playground. Whenever I was about to pass by them, they would scold me loudly, saying that I was running slowly, like a woman, and asked me to speed up.

The circumference of the playground where the lap was about 400 meters, and I was forced to run twenty laps. When I was running lap, the officers of the 315th Regiment and the 316th Regiment rushed to the playground one after another. When I finished running lap, the grassroots officers had already returned to the team, and the battalion-level and regiment-level officers were respectfully accompanied the old man, not even daring to raise his head.

Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, the smelly old man asked me to lie on the ground and crawl forward. While I was crawling forward, an officer kept shouting beside me, saying that my posture was not standard, and that I was crawling too slowly, and from time to time I stepped on my butt with big leather boots.

Haha, this is to make me look ugly in front of everyone!

Although I was already gritting my teeth at that smelly old man, with my current military rank and energy, let alone confrontation, it would not be possible to say "no".

After that, he tossed me hard. He asked me to do everything, such as throwing grenades, push-ups, sit-ups, single and double bars, high and low walls, balance beams, and as long as there is something in the training ground.

In the end, I was so tired that I almost exhausted, but the smelly old man still didn't let me go. He got a few guns, one was the ZTE rifle produced by the Ximen Arsenal in Yuanxing, one was the ** Tower rifle used by the Tuta army, the other was the Type 88 rifle used by the Zhemani army, and the other was the Tongxing pistol.

He asked someone to remove all these guns and let me install them. I was so tired that I was shaking all over and my head was dizzy. Fortunately, these were all firearms in active service in the Army of the Great Empire. Because they had to be used every month and occasionally they would maintain them by themselves, they were more familiar with the structure of these firearms. Even if they were confused, they could load the guns.

If this stinky old man is really not a human being, I can't open my eyes anymore. He even asked me to shoot the target. Fortunately, he didn't ask me to write on the target board with the bullet hole, but just asked me to shoot the target. Because I was angry, I shot the bullseye randomly and fired the bullets as fast as possible. The bullets were basically hit on the bullseye. Several shots were slightly tilted because of the shaking hands, but they were still near the bullseye.

Do you think this is over?

No, no, it's still early. After that, the smelly old man pulled me to ask this and that. For example, what is the effective range of the ZTE rifle, what is the opinion on the newly introduced machine guns, how should artillery and infantry fight together, etc.

Damn it! Ask me, who will I go!

How could I learn these things by a person who has never even been to the recruit battalion?

Fortunately, I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running. Our Seventh Legion has no machine guns or artillery, but the Third Legion has it. When I took Miss Bi to shoot the target, I saw these new things.

I don’t know what the effective range of the ZTE rifle is. I can only answer based on my feelings and experience that for ordinary soldiers, it is difficult to hit the target if it exceeds 150 meters.

The machine gun is a very bulky thing, but the people from the Third Legion told me that this thing is very powerful to use. Once it hits, it is "da da da da da da da da da da da da" and just hold it tightly and three hundred bullets will be shot out in less than half a minute.

The speed of fire is so fast, I guess there is no accurate idea. At first I thought this thing was just a waste of bullets, but then I thought, I was not necessarily smarter than the people who made guns. Westerners invented it and put it into active service. Our Daxin Empire even introduced it for a lot of money. This should be a good thing.

Since it is a good thing, there must be a good way, otherwise it is not a good thing. I know that this thing is powerful in terms of rate of fire. The faster the rate of fire, the faster the bullets will be fired. That is to say, on the battlefield, the faster the bullets will be fired, the more dominant it will be.

It’s like two groups of people throwing stones at each other across the river. One side can only throw 100 yuan in one minute, and the other side can throw 200 yuan in one minute. If only one hundred yuan is thrown, the other side will definitely be crushed to death.

But even if you are frustrated, you will not be injured or die as long as you are not hit by a stone. If there is a person who is particularly accurate in throwing stones here but not on the other side, then the other side will definitely be knocked down first.

However, it is impossible for the opponent to sit and wait for death. Once a person who throws the stones accurately is discovered, they will definitely concentrate their men and solve the person first. Even if it cannot be solved, it will not be able to show up and continue to attack. In this way, the accurate heads of throwing the stones between the two sides will be the same. Whoever throws more and throws faster will have a greater advantage.

Unless the side throws slowly, the hit rate is much higher than the other party, they will not be able to win.

As for artillery, that thing is amazing. Although I have never seen the firing of the cannon or seen the explosion of the shell with my own eyes, I have thrown grenades and experienced the big explosion of the Tutamen military base.

Grenade training is only once a year, and each person can only throw one at a time. During training, experienced officers or sergeants must also be watched by the side. Because grenades are very powerful, a slight carelessness will lead to casualties.

The terrifying thing about the explosion is not the "boom", but the fragments and vibrations generated by the "boom". The fragments pierce into the body and hurt the internal organs or blood vessels, which will cause injuries and death. The shock will affect the surrounding things, create collapses, or more fragments, causing harm to people. It may also cause internal injuries to people, or even directly shock to death.

In my opinion, artillery is an object that can fire large grenades. When the artillery fires, the bombed place must be very dangerous, and infantry must not appear nearby. When the bombing is over, infantry will then go up to clean up the mess. This configuration should be more reasonable.

While I was answering the question, the smelly old man had no change in his expression. The officers who came with him had a very rich expression. Their eyes looked at me as if they were looking at some precious animal, which made me feel uncomfortable all over.

When I answered the last question, it was already noon. Under the huge consumption of energy and physical strength, my stomach had already started to protest, but the smelly old man still had no intention of leaving.

But after that, he finally let me go and turned to the soldiers standing on the playground. He casually called out a brother and asked them about me. All the people asked were from our regiment, and of course they were talking to me. He asked about a dozen people, probably asking randomly, and then he returned to the commander's stand, glanced at the middle-level officers, and headed towards the 315th regiment headquarters.

it's over?

When the officers brought by the stinky old man, the middle-level officers of the 315th Regiment and the 316th Regiment turned and left, I could no longer hold on. I just felt my head lightening, my eyes darkening, and then I knew nothing.

When I woke up, my limbs were sore and weak, and my head became heavy, as if I had been poured twenty kilograms of white wine last night.

So thirsty... so hungry...

Just as I wanted to endure the discomfort and get up from the bed, Miss Bi's voice appeared in the air.

"You, you're awake."
Chapter completed!