The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 80
At eight o'clock in the morning, the team was taken to the training ground.When there were 400 meters away from the training ground, everyone had already seen the simple camouflage shed set up on the training ground. There were several officers sitting in the shed. Must be a great leader.

The company commander and the other squad leaders of the recruits all knew each other. There were four officers sitting in the shed. The one in the middle was the regiment commander with the rank of colonel. Next to him was the political commissar of the colonel regiment, the chief of staff of the lieutenant colonel regiment, and a major regiment. The chief of the military affairs department, the four of them had already sat there early, looking at the team of the third company.

"Attention, the leaders of the regiment are all looking at us, and they have walked in unison." The company commander said softly.

"Come on, let's show the morale of the whole company and shout a few slogans for the leaders to see."

With that said, Chen Zhiqiang, the squad leader on duty, took the lead in shouting four slogans, and the whole company followed closely and shouted loudly.

In the simple shed, the regiment leader nodded and smiled at the political commissar next to him: "Well, that's right. I have just been in the army for more than half a month and I can already smell the military atmosphere. Shouting slogans is a bit interesting."

The political commissar with a Henan accent also nodded and said, "Yes, it smells like ammunition just over half a month ago."

Yang Fan walked in the team in unison, swinging his arms as if his arms were about to fall off, the pain in his shoulders made him uneasy standing up, he really wanted to find a place to lie down for a while, his shoulders were already hurting, and he happened to be in time for today's regiment leader to observe Training, it seems that I have to die today, and it will be ugly, he thought: Damn, if I really lose my face on the court, I will not do this task, love your mother Bar.

He suddenly raised his eyelids and thought: Fuck, I can summon people to help me, why do I always forget, but he started to worry again, there are so many people here, it is impossible for me to summon people to help me throw grenades ?No matter what, I have to throw the grenade myself. Who can I call to help me?

Along the way, he didn't think of who to call, and the team came to the training ground before he knew it.

After Chen Zhiqiang, the leader of the fourth squad on duty, brought the team to the middle of the training ground, the company commander ran to the front of the simple camouflage shed to make a report, and the team leader stood up.

He paid a military salute to the head of the regiment and shouted: "Comrade head, the recruits have assembled before the three-company grenade-throwing training. Do you want to start?"

The head of the group returned the salute gently and said, "Take it easy."

"Yes." The company commander saluted and turned to the whole company and shouted: "Take it easy." He joined the ranks.

The head of the regiment saluted the whole company and said: "Comrades from the third company of recruits, hello, I'm here today to watch your grenade throwing training. Don't be nervous. You must practice grenade throwing well. Only by sweating can you bleed less on the battlefield. If you can’t even throw a grenade well, then you are definitely not a qualified soldier. Therefore, our recruit comrades must practice hard at ordinary times. Okay, just say these few words , company commander, you can start now." Saying that, the head of the regiment waved hands with the company commander and sat down.

At this time, Yang Fan was beating a drum in his heart, his hands were trembling, and he was thinking: Who can I call to help me?My arm is like this, how can I throw it?

The company commander led the team away and began to officially drop bombs. In fact, before coming, the company had already made arrangements. Those with good bombing results were at the front, and those with poor bombing results were at the back. Yang Fan also became a member of the finale. .

But God is not as good as man, and the team leader also had his own ideas. He walked out of the shed and walked towards the team.

He stood in front of a recruit and asked with a smile: "This recruit, what is your name?"

The recruit seemed a little nervous, looking at the colonel in front of him with a military rank of "[-] cents" stuttering: "Report, my name is Zhao Hui."

The head of the group smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, come on, you come out of the queue, and I'll have a look at throwing one."

The company commander glanced at Zhao Hui's recruit squad leader. The squad leader also glanced at the company commander and winked at him, indicating that there was no problem. The company commander understood and felt relieved.

It turned out that this Zhao Hui was the one who threw bombs the farthest in the class, and he was the best in the class when he pulled the horizontal bar and did push-ups. It seemed that this kid's arm strength must be fine.

The company commander suddenly smiled and said, "Regimental Commander, this soldier usually trains very hard. At the beginning, he always failed to throw grenades. Later, he worked overtime every day to practice, and now he should be fine."

"Really? Let me see if I vote for one." The leader stood aside with his hands behind his back.

The political commissar of the regiment also walked out of the shed, walked to the regiment leader and said, "How far do you think he can throw it?"

The head of the regiment smiled and said: "When I was a recruit, I threw the grenade over 40 meters. This kid is taller than me, so why should he have to throw the grenade over 40 meters?"

The two watched Zhao Hui pick up a training bullet from the side of the white line and held it in his hand. Before he could throw it away, the team leader beat him up.

"No, you shouldn't hold the bomb like this, you should hold it like this."

As he said that, the head of the group corrected Zhao Hui. It turned out that Zhao Hui's posture for holding the grenade was not standard every time he threw the grenade. His grip was to hold the wooden handle with all five fingers, which was wrong.

"It should be grasped with four fingers, and the little finger should be placed at the bottom of the wooden handle. If I grasp with five fingers like you, I can throw it more than 50 meters." The head of the team said and smiled at Zhao Hui.

The company commander and the squad leader stood aside and didn't speak in their eyes, but they were already uneasy, and Zhao Hui was the same. He was not used to this kind of grip. Seeing the company commander and the squad leader looking at him, beads of sweat dripped down.

"Don't be nervous, throw it away." The leader stood aside.

Zhao Hui felt that this kind of grip was really uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do about it. This was the real way to hold the bullet. He performed the standard throwing motion, swung his right arm, and threw the grenade out.

After landing, the squad leader who counted in the distance shouted: "31 meters."

After hearing the passing number of 31 meters, the company commander and squad leader both heaved a sigh of relief. Although they were not very good, at least they passed.

The head of the regiment patted the recruit's shoulder: "No, it's only 31 meters. It's just a pass. You need to practice more. You guys have to throw it for about [-] meters."

This sentence made Yang Fan's nervous palms sweat again. Although he was the last one to throw the bomb, but judging from the posture of the simple camouflage tent, the leader should have watched everyone's bombs before leaving, right?Maybe I have to comment on the training situation of the whole company at the end. If I throw it badly, the head of the team will definitely criticize me. I am not satisfied with throwing 31 meters. Should my 20-meter throw be pulled to the back mountain and shot? ?
His heart was pounding nervously, and for a moment he was afraid, his legs trembled unconsciously, and what made him even more nervous was that the head of the group walked towards him.

Yang Fan watched the group leader approaching step by step, and thought to himself: Don't call me, don't call me, please don't call me, Guanyin Bodhisattva blesses you, don't call me.

"Soldier, how old are you this year?" The head of the regiment stood diagonally opposite Yang Fan and asked the recruit next to him.

"Report, I am 19 years old this year." The recruit shouted, and the head of the regiment smiled: "I was also a soldier at your age. Come on, you throw one."

Yang Fan was so frightened that his face turned pale. Fortunately, the head of the group didn't call him. He kept thanking Guanyin Bodhisattva for his merciful protection.
(End of this chapter)