Special Years

Waiting for Zhang Heping to bring the third district team to the rostrum, he saluted Cai Wenming who was present.

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"Report to the chief, the third division of the third division of the teaching brigade is organizing tactical training. There should be thirty-nine people, and thirty-nine people actually arrived, please instruct."

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Cai Wenming said, "Tactical training?"

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He glanced at the front of the rostrum.

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The position of the rostrum of the teaching team is in the center of the north side of the large playground. There is a parade road in front of it, the barracks area in the back, the concrete stands on both sides, the obstacle field on the left, the equipment field on the right, and the middle It is a large sandy training ground with a width of 300 meters and a depth of 100 meters. On the opposite side, there are eight plaques built with cement bricks, each with a length and width of 2 meters. The eight characters are painted with red paint on it— Strict requirements, strict training.

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The plaque continues to extend to the south. In the past, there were large-scale training grounds such as a comprehensive tactical exercise range, a shooting range and various heights.

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As for the entire division, if the training grounds are scaled and regularized, the coaching team will take the second place, but no one will dare to take the first place.

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The eight characters on those plaques actually represent the spiritual core of the teaching team.

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Zhang Heping was standing on the parade road, and Deputy Division Commander Cai was standing at the rostrum, about two meters high, six or seven meters in front of him, with his hands behind his back and a serious expression.

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He felt sweat all over his back and palms.

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"You organize a bomb drop for me to see." Cai Wenming pointed at the playground in front of him expressionlessly.

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On the playground, there is a ready-made bombing field, which is embedded in the soil with bricks, and a trapezoidal effective area and a bunker target circle are drawn.

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"Send a few people to get him a window target."

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"Find a few people and bring a window target here." Wen Zhixing quickly conveyed the order to the correspondent.

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The correspondent ran very fast, and there were trainees everywhere on the big playground, so it was not difficult to find someone.

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Soon, a window target was moved by several students to a place 25 meters away from the throwing line of the bombing field and placed there.

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"Yes!" Zhang Heping saluted again, turned and ran back to the team in the third district, then brought the team to the side of the throwing line and started to organize bombing.

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The deputy teacher stood by the rostrum and stared at Zhang Heping, who felt a chill on his back.

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This black-faced deputy division commander is really no joke. His bad temper is notorious, and the entire A-group army is up to Hei Lao Cai.

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"Let's be aggressive, show your skills, and don't be ashamed." Zhang Heping looked at the more than 30 students in front of him. He didn't have a clue in his heart. To what extent the training quality of this team went, he really didn't know.

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"Zhang Heping! What are you standing there muttering!?" Hei Lao Cai was furious, "Don't be like a bitch! Organize the training a little more quickly, time is precious!"

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Zhang Heping immediately turned around and saluted again, "Yes!"

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There was also sweat on his forehead.

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Now, the arrival of Hei Lao Cai has attracted the attention of the entire teaching team.

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The soldiers and officers nearby stopped training intentionally or unintentionally, and secretly looked this way; even the squadrons and district teams on the distant tactical field were all looking this way with binoculars and sniper scopes.

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Zhang Heping is currently the most popular news personality in the teaching team, and his every move is definitely the hottest topic.

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Of course, with the addition of Hei Lao Cai now, it would be strange not to attract attention.

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Run-up throw, standing throw, kneeling throw, lying throw, bunker target throw, window target throw...

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After each item of bombing subjects was run, and each item of results was read out, Zhang Heping's frown finally relaxed slightly.

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He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and looked at the throwing results on the score register.

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Not bad, very good!

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Now, no shame at all.

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"Reporting to the teacher, this class in the random check has an average standing throwing score of 43 meters, an average kneeling position of 37 meters, an average lying position of 33 meters, an average running distance of 61 meters, a 25-meter distance window target throwing accuracy of 100%, and a bunker target accuracy rate. 100%!"

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Running in front of Deputy Teacher Cai, Zhang Heping finished reading the results in a loud voice, then closed the notebook in his hand and looked at Cai Wenming at attention.

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"Well, yes, this result is passable for the coaching team..."

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Cai Wenming put his hands behind his back, walked two steps, suddenly stopped, and shot Zhang Heping like two bayonets.

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"The assessment is not complete, and your district captain hasn't taken the exam yet."

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He pointed with his hand: "Go, go and do each item for me according to the subjects that the students threw just now."

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"I..." Zhang Heping was immediately dumbfounded.

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Let yourself go up?

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I am an officer...

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But when it comes to the military level of such a hard subject, how does it compare to the elite students of these teaching teams?

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Why not take military theory?

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Zhang Heping felt that if he took the theory test, he would definitely be able to shine.

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"What's wrong with you?" Cai Wenming seemed to be eyeing Zhang Heping, "Aren't you even better than a student?"

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Zhang Heping felt heat all over his body and his fingers were trembling slightly.

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Cai Wenming's words, said in front of everyone's eyes, hurt his self-esteem too much.

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"Yes!" He puffed out his chest, gritted his teeth secretly, then turned and ran to the throwing line.

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"Throw from undercover." Cai Wenming walked down the steps on the side of the rostrum and came to Zhang Heping not far from him, "I will personally be the referee for you."

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Zhang Heping was soaked all over, and Xia Changfu's back was wet.

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"Lie down!" Cai Wenming gave the order.

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Zhang Heping threw away his big-brimmed hat and his armed belt. Although summer uniforms are slim and good-looking, they are not so comfortable to use for training. They are not as comfortable as loose training uniforms and camouflage uniforms.

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He is a little regretful now.

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Why don't you wear camouflage?

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Why don't you wear training clothes?

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Everything is too late.

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No one would have thought that Hei Lao Cai would suddenly come to the teaching team.

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No one could have predicted that he would personally name himself for the on-site assessment.

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This deputy teacher doesn't play cards according to the routine at all.

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Lying down, a piece of yellow sand and loess was immediately smeared on the angled and straight trousers that were hot.

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swoosh—

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The first grenade was thrown.

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Recumbent position bombing.

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After flying more than 20 meters, the grenade lost its back and fell heavily on the ground.

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The small red flag in the bomber's hand was raised with a bang, signaling that the bombing was effective.

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"24 meters!"

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Next is kneeling.

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This time, the grenade was a little further away than before.

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However, only 4 meters more.

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The little red flag was raised again.

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"28 meters!"

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Cast in a standing position.

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"32 meters!"

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The entire teaching team was boiling from far to near.

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It's just that no one called out.

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All the students who were watching probably saw the landing spot at that time.

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"Wow! This grade... I'm f*ck, the recruit's level!"

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"How did this guy sneak into our coaching team!?"

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"How do you lead troops like this!"

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"This is just rubbish! What a district captain!"

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The soldiers' discussions were rough and direct.

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The officers were more polite.

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"Nonsense isn't it?" someone said.

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The other, more subtle ones, just smiled. While laughing, he shook his head, his eyes full of contempt.

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Zhou Huping, who was standing behind Cai Wenming, had already been suffocating his stomach. If the deputy commander Cai was not there, he would have dared to rush up and kick Zhang Heping's ass, and then asked the guy how he got out of the Luyuan. graduated.

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This not only smashed the signboard of the 1st division's teaching team, but even the integrity of the Lu Yuan was not guaranteed.

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Zhang Heping was soaked all over as if he had been fished out of water.

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Although he tried to calm down on the surface, his heart had already begun to tremble.

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The next bunker target and window target.

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The little red flag was never raised again.

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These two kinds of targets are all about accuracy.

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The score is calculated by throwing the grenade into the fixed window and the ground target circle at a distance of 25 meters.

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In the final analysis, this is not about brute force, but about skills and proficiency.

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In the teaching brigade, the training of throwing window and bunker targets is too simple.

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No, you can just carry a box of grenades to the bombing field, or find a place to draw a circle and throw it in a handy position.

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Five times in a row.

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All missed.

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Zhang Heping began to gasp for breath.

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Not tired, but anxious.

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"Enough!" Cai Wenming said coldly: "If you are on the battlefield now, do you know what the consequences will be?"

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Zhang Heping lowered his head, sweat dripping from his hair and down his cheeks.

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"Don't know? Then let me tell you! When you throw the first grenade, the enemy will see your approximate location if they are not blind, and then they will suppress you with firepower, and even use mortars to kill you. Even if you change the position, the attack will not be carried out due to the inaccuracy of throwing, which will hinder the action time of the entire company and platoon, delay the fighter aircraft and cause the attack of the neighboring troops to lose coordination, thus making the entire battle plan unpredictable. Changes! Pay more for human life!"

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Zhang Heping's sweat has become a stream.

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The entire training ground of the teaching team fell silent.

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The eyes of almost all officers and cadets all turned to the direction of the rostrum.

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Cai Wenming stared at the fair-skinned new district captain, his sharp eyes scanning back and forth on his face.

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After watching for a while, he asked, "Do you think I'm being harsh?"

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Zhang Heping shook his head.

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Cai Wenming said: "Zhang Heping, I heard that you really want to be transferred from the teaching team, and you have asked a lot of people to say hello to find a relationship. What? Don't you like it here?"

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Zhang Heping's head lowered and his face turned redder.

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Cai Wenming said, "Tell me the truth, we are all soldiers, so what's the matter?"

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Zhang Heping's face turned purple, like a suffocated ball.

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"Is it too hard here?"

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Zhang Heping finally couldn't hold it any longer, and murmured, "Yes..."

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Cai Wenming showed a contemptuous smile on his face and said, "Go get three grenades, throw them three times, and then I'll throw them three times too. If your score is better than mine, I'll sign and agree to your transfer!"

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As soon as these words came out, everyone around was stunned.

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Tangtang, a deputy division commander, actually wants to drop bombs with a district commander?

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The students of the third district team who were standing aside couldn't help exchanging surprised glances, and each other couldn't believe their ears.

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Solemn is quite looking forward to it.

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Because I have long heard that Hei Lao Cai is so arrogant.

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Since it is now compared, at least one can witness the military quality of this division-level cadre fall to the ground. Is it as terrifying as legend has it~www.novelmt.com~ Dare you? Cai Wenming continued to look at Zhang Heping contemptuously, "You are 24 years old this year, I am 48 years old this year, this is not unfair, right? "

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Zhang Heping's calf began to tremble.

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The training ground was quiet, and the fierce sunlight in the autumn baked the ground with invisible heat.

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"Okay!" Zhang Heping returned to the throwing line and picked up a coach's bullet.

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His face was hot, sweat slowly seeping out of his hair and dripping down his cheeks into the ground under his feet.

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At this time, about six meters in front of him was the bombing line, surrounded by hundreds of pairs of curious, sympathetic or contemptuous eyes.

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He started to run, drove out all his strength, and threw the first grenade.

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A run-up throw, the grenade spun rapidly in the air, flew into the distance, and finally landed heavily, splashing a speck of dust.