Special Years

Dusk was approaching, and the training ground, which had been scorching all day, was steaming hot.

Xu Xingguo felt a little sweaty in the palm of his hand holding the wooden handle of the grenade. He had to hand the Type 67 wooden handle grenade to his left hand and rubbed his right hand on the camouflage uniform.

If he wants to get the top three bombing events, he must throw 91 meters.

Three people have thrown to more than 90 meters before.

The lowest one of them is 90.6 meters.

As long as he throws 91 meters, he can be among the top three.

Long-range grenade shooting is a very simple project, so it is also the project with the largest number of applicants.

This project is slightly different from the shooting class.

If shooting subjects require seven points of talent and three points of effort, then bombing requires seven points of effort and three points of talent.

There is no trick, just one sentence - practice more, practice hard, practice to death!

Just like this top-notch competition, in the previous month and a half of the training camp, someone broke four backpack straps in order to practice the correct bombing posture, with an average of about one broken every ten days.

Every day, the elite training team requires that they throw at least 500 coaching bombs, and tie their backpack straps to tree trunks to practice arm swings and twists for at least two hours.

What is this concept?

Even at the rate you're throwing a grenade per minute, you're going to be throwing at least 8 hours a day on the field.

As for Xu Xingguo, who signed up for two projects, it takes 10 hours a day to drop bombs and practice 400-meter obstacles.

How to arrange time?

If the day is not enough, then add the night.

Anyway, the top training team has never objected to you giving yourself additional training, the more the better.

This is originally a place for training elites. The people who come here have already left behind the training results of ordinary company soldiers. What they need to do is to try their best to make themselves the best group of people in the entire army.

Unlike the recruit company and the training team, there are squad leaders in those places to supervise you, hold a belt and chase you behind to let you run, let you practice, so that when there is a war in the future, you will receive a lunch without firing a shot when you arrive on the battlefield. .

Except for the daily schedule, the top team relies entirely on self-consciousness.

Some people may ask, will there be people who are unconscious or lazy and do not want to train hard?

I fuck!

you're so dumb! ?

If you don't work hard and don't work hard at the top training team, are you here to be an undercover agent? ? Come on vacation! ?

Within two weeks after entering the elite training team, even Xu Xingguo, who had undergone high-intensity training, even this fierce man who was already a sports student at home, still had his arms swollen uncontrollably.

The long-lost feeling that I only tried in the coaching team is finally back.

Participate in the training of the 400m obstacle course in the morning, participate in bomb-dropping training in the morning, practice arm swing for two hours at noon, throw bombs for two hours in the afternoon, then go to run the obstacle for one hour, and continue to carry sandbags and leggings to rush to the top of the mountain in the evening Practice explosiveness, and do 500 push-ups to strengthen your arms before you come back to bed and turn off the lights.

No one knows more than himself how much he sweats.

Holding the grenade, Xu Xingguo took a deep breath and rushed towards the throwing line, staring into the distance——

Next to the fan-shaped bombing area in the distance stood a bomber with a small red flag in his hand.

The position he was standing on was exactly 80 meters, and beyond him, it was more than 80 meters.

As long as the bomb lands and the bomber's red flag is raised, the bomb drop is valid.

Three meters before the throwing line, Xu Xingguo began to deflect the bombs backwards, turn sideways, twist his waist, send his hips, turn his arms and swing his arms, buckle his wrists...

The moment the grenade was released, he could even hear the whizzing sound of the grenade spinning and cutting through the air.

The solemn and serious person in the distance and Zhang Yiyi's eyes all fell on the small black spot in the air.

A beautiful arc crossed the sky, and in the already yellowish sunlight, the dark pig iron projectile turned into a black shadow due to its too fast rotation.

puff--

After a short flight, the grenade passed over the bomber's head and landed well within the lime line of the effective throwing zone.

The throwing field has been drawn in the morning, the highest is 100 meters, and there is a scale every half a meter.

The bomber ran to the impact point and carefully checked the impact point.

Then stand up and the red flag is raised.

"Effective! 87.4 meters!"

"Oh shit!"

Xu Xingguo's right fist smashed into his left palm.

At 87.4 meters, it is still more than three meters away from the lowest 91 meters in the top three.

Only 3.6 meters!

come on! come on!

He kept encouraging himself in his heart.

Isn't it just 3.6 meters?

The seniors of the Red Army have come over the 25,000-mile Long March, and I am only 3.6 meters away, what is it? ?

Holding the second grenade, he stabilized his emotions.

91 meters!

Only 91 meters!

You can get into the top three.

Above 90 meters, it is already quite difficult.

According to the top level, 70 or more can reach the standard.

80 meters is not uncommon in the top bouturi of the whole division.

But 90 meters...

This is an insurmountable hurdle, and not every top player can do it.

If the score is above 91 meters, it means that the third place has a great chance to fall back into his pocket.

"what--"

He roared and rushed out.

He also repeated the action of dropping the bomb before - this action has been repeated tens of thousands of times, and he can do it flawlessly with his eyes closed.

whoosh-

The grenade slid over the bombing field again, spinning rapidly and falling into the distance.

Xu Xingguo stood on the throwing line, and his heart flew with the coach bomb, hanging in the air...

puff--

The grenade landed ~www.novelmt.com~ After a while, the bomber's red flag was raised, indicating that the bombing was effective and did not fly out of the throwing area.

"89.7 meters!"

As the shouting came, Xu Xingguo felt his scalp explode.

89.7 meters, which is only 0.9 meters away from the current third place of 90.6!

0.9 meters only!

This person lies forward and stretches out his hand to exceed this distance. Even if he walks in unison, the stride is 0.75 meters per step, which is just a little more than one step!

a step far!

"I--"

The solemn feeling is really a pity, and I kicked the tree trunk next to it.

"Almost 90!"

Picked up a grenade again from the magazine.

A grenade that feels "lighter" - most grenades don't deviate much.

Xu Xingguo returned to the throwing line a few meters away.

He looked into the distance, the bomber was still standing in his old position, and the white throwing line on the ground extended like a centipede into the distance.

The sun began to dim slowly, and the wind blew through the throwing field, and a cloud of dust rolled up and danced in the air boredly...

"kill!"

This time, Xu Xingguo desperately shouted the word "kill", and the person rushed out like a sports car with floor oil!