Time: 2009-8-2118:53:10 Words: 4853
A corner of the harmonious military camp
In fact, we were all confused by the rumors. The new recruit squad leader wasn't as terrifying as people thought. At least my Nie Ban wasn't bad. He never did anything that hurt his pride. Perhaps no one wanted to run into a gun when building a green military camp.
There was a day when the temperature was a little low, around zero degrees Celsius. After a while of training, we would stop to stomp our feet and rub our hands. We would look at the scenery. Other than the cute crows singing on the poplar trees (of course, it was not very pleasant), the rest was the winter's depression. However, there was someone who did not know what was good for him. During the break, he would take endless breaks. He was absent-minded during the formation training and was listless. The class monitor severely criticized him (probably because he could not bear it anymore. Perhaps he thought that Little Zhang was pretending to be crazy like us), saying, Zhang so-and-so, are you here to be a soldier or not? Don't be listless like a withered eggplant. Xiao Zhang cried just like that, as if he had been wronged. Perhaps it was because of his age! He was not yet 17 years old. Originally, the recruitment requirement was 18 years old and above, but some families had no choice, either because of their family situation or because of the government's mandatory measures (especially in the southeast coastal cities, recruiting soldiers was a long-standing problem, but protecting the country was not only the patent of the northerners, so many developed cities implemented mandatory recruitment). The situation was the same in Danyang, Jiangsu, where Xiao Zhang was located. The situation in Kunshan, Jiangsu, was not any better.
Xiao Zhang started to cry inexplicably. His tears were like a flood that had broken through a dam. No matter how the class monitor tried to persuade him, he was indifferent. We generally thought that he was just material for acting. At this moment, a leader-the battalion commander of the recruit camp-unexpectedly saw this situation and only said," How did you become a class monitor?”Thus, in the next political education class of the new barracks, the recruit battalion commander called out names and criticized them. However, the funny thing was that he criticized them for their mistakes. Therefore, Squad Leader Wu of the ninth class inexplicably took the blame. This was a rare signal. It was said that since the establishment of our army, the status of the recruits was completely respected. The prologue to the construction of a green barracks was officially opened. All the rumors that were not conducive to the unity of the army were shattered by reality. We also went from a regular recruit camp education class to a recruit company life.
The life of a recruit company was the most unforgettable part of a soldier's life. It was tense and orderly, and it remolded the image of a soldier. In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight broke through the shackles of the horizon, the crows began to call for dawn. He woke up at 15:00 (7:50 in the summer) and started a new day. I forgot to mention that the time difference between Xinjiang and the mainland is 2 hours. Otherwise, you will think that we are the biggest lazy worms. Our morning exercise class (equivalent to the local people's work) is 10:00. It was their first time here, and many of their comrades were not very used to it. Every time they woke up, the moon was high in the sky. Sometimes, when they called home, their families would think that they were crazy. 00pm to harass them. Actually, it's still early for the people of Xinjiang. 30, but we often fell asleep at around one o'clock the next day. Many of my relatives and friends did not know the time difference, so I had to use the explanation function again and again. It was still early in Xinjiang. Who asked us to be separated by the ends of the world? Even if there were thousands of amorous feelings, who else could we talk to?
I thought that formation training was the whole life of a soldier, but I was wrong. We still had many subjects to do. Due to the need of confidentiality, although I had left this group with honor, I still couldn't talk nonsense without reservation. It was extremely irresponsible, and it wasn't my style. I had to have a bottom line. If I broke through this bottom line, I wouldn't be myself anymore. Therefore, I had reservations about this detail of life.
Life in the army was always orderly, and it even made people feel like they were moving back and forth like machines. There were four classes in the morning, three in the afternoon, and the eighth period was physical training. No matter when, whether it was a digitized army or a mechanized army, the division of work every day was the same. The only difference was the specific content. A soldier must have a strong physique. This was the foundation of being able to fight. If the American army did not have a good physique, how could they carry the heavy modern weapons and equipment? Therefore, physical fitness was always one of the basic qualities of a soldier. It had nothing to do with the country.
The life of a recruit seemed to be always busy switching subjects, especially military basics and political education. Everything had to start from scratch. After three months of life as a recruit, not only would you have a good image as a soldier, but you would also have all the qualities that a soldier should have. The charm of the army was that after three months, the fat could become thin, and the thin could become fat, making the strong stronger.
The Life of a Recruit: Shooting Range
The most unforgettable part of the recruits 'March was the training at the shooting range. We were like machines that were running at high speed, without a moment of rest. But the more we did so, the more we felt its meaning. I feel that as a real soldier, you shouldn't lack this kind of temperament. All our morning activities, including collecting guns and ammunition, carrying the corresponding equipment, and eating, are all at 9: It was done between 30-10:00. Even so, we had never been polite with the steamed buns. Sometimes, we could even eat more than 10 steamed buns in a few minutes. Now that I think about it, we must have wolfed down the steamed buns. It seems that no one has a time limit for eating now, but we have never eaten 10 steamed buns again. It is puzzling.
Although the food for the new recruits was good, we weren't blessed enough to enjoy it most of the time because we had to race against time. We had to finish our meal in ten minutes and go back and forth between the dormitory and the cafeteria. We also had to clean up. Running had become our main form of exercise. We were all trying to work hard, just to leave a good impression on the recruit squad leader. We really did everything as if it was a race against time. Of course, we still had to run to the (fully armed) shooting range to start our training. In the army, we only had the first place at any time. Moreover, the company I belonged to was a direct team, so we should have the power to set an example.
Life at the shooting range was monotonous and rich. The young men who were full of vigor and vitality were rolling on the ground and training their tactical movements. In the words of my recruit squad leader, the formation will turn us into zombies, and the tactics will turn us into tigers descending the mountain. Sweat more in normal times and bleed less in wartime. Tactical actions are all kinds of attacks against the enemy, including gunfire, artillery, and even atomic flashes. However, I think the atomic bomb that the United States dropped on Hiroshima, Japan, although the firepower was not very strong, it was still engraved in the Japanese's hearts. It can be seen that atomic flashes are basically helpless in actual combat. Therefore, we were finally not afraid of getting dirty. We crawled on the ground and rolled around. According to the spirit of tactics, there was no fixed tactic, but everything had to have a standard to be copied. Therefore, low posture, high posture, and side posture became one of the main contents of life in the shooting range. I put on my winter training uniform and every move was decent. Sometimes there was snow on the ground. The snow in Hetian was a little smaller than the snow in my hometown. After all, it was located at the edge of the Taklamakan Desert, the largest desert in China. The temperature difference between day and night was big. I was deeply touched by this.
I once wrote an article praising the camel thorns in the desert. They are such tenacious plants. Because of their existence, the desert is full of greenery. Lost travelers see hope, and the camel in the desert week finds a kind of food that can satisfy their hunger. This is just like the people who struggle at the edge of the desert all year round. They have soldiers guarding the border, workers working in factories, farmers farming on farms, and many people fighting on the front line. However, it was really inappropriate for the Camel Thorns to be in the shooting range at this moment. They even harbored ill intentions. When we were on the ground, they mercilessly drilled into our palms. Therefore, we had another job in our spare time-picking thorns.
As the name suggests, the shooting range is a place that focuses on shooting. Weapons are a soldier's second life. Soldiers can't lose them at any time. They are the eyes of the soldiers. Therefore, from the day we joined the army, we have always been carrying out education on how to dress up and maintain them at least once a week. Every time we practiced shooting, we would be as quiet as cicadas, lying on the ground without moving. We crawled on the ground, closed our right eyes, opened our left eyes, and looked at the target in the distance, enjoying the fun of the three-point line. (Three point one line refers to the target, the crosshair. The U-shaped card slot looked like it would always be in the same line. This way, the target could be aimed at within the range with 100% accuracy. Of course, this was without considering the external resistance. Especially with the new weapons distributed by our army, the aiming performance was even better. We often boast of being sharpshooters, but it was actually a miracle brought about by nanotechnology.
Another reason why I miss the shooting range is that I can get closer to the masses. I could also blatantly flirt with the Yangyangzi of Hetian, Xinjiang. Unfortunately, there weren't many residents on the road where I was. Such an opportunity was really hard to come by. We are like caged birds that can soar in the blue sky. The white poplars in winter shot straight into the sky. Although there was no other moving scenery for us to admire, the occasional passing of a male would still cause quite a commotion in the team. After all, they were all infatuated youths who were in love. However, no one dared to act rashly, nor did they dare to publicize the uneasiness in their hearts. We were soldiers of the Republic, and we could not lose our image as soldiers. Thus, he carefully admired the scenery and the empty fields along the way. He gradually entered the ancient and magical city of Hetian, Xinjiang. It was such a pleasant thing.
When the sun set, we just happened to return from shooting. We were so tired that it seemed like we were about to fall apart. We walked at a neat pace, either running or walking in unison. At this moment, we were singing "Return from Shooting." How could the atmosphere be unforgettable? How could this situation not make men's blood boil? Who didn't want to ride on the battlefield, who didn't want to have the fun of shooting with live ammunition? However, when we were about to shoot with live ammunition, it also announced that our shooting range training had come to a successful end.
live-fire shooting
I still remember clearly the day I fired the gun. We've already prepared ourselves for shooting, and we're confident in our aim. Although my eyesight is not very good, I must not be a burden to the comrades in the class. In fact, our recruit squad leader and platoon leader had already given us relevant psychological guidance, but we didn't become magnanimous and fearless. Instead, we became worried. This might be the result that the squad leader didn't expect. In my class, other than my class monitor and Xiao Zheng (he was from the police academy and had seen a lot of real guns), the rest of the people had their minds occupied by the Goddess of Melancholy. I walked to the class monitor's bed and asked a question that I shouldn't have asked,"Class monitor, do we need to write a will or something?”，He heard from the squad leader that there had been problems with the recruits shooting with live ammunition in the past. He didn't say anything, but I could see a very cold light in his fierce eyes. Since the class leader wasn't willing, I walked away resentfully. In the end, I didn't write a will, but later on, I heard that one of my comrades really did write a will. It looked decent. It seemed that the recruit's every move was a little ridiculous.
The next day, live ammunition began. We were divided into 10 groups of 10 people. I was assigned to target number 8. We walked to the live ammunition shooting area in order, lay down, and prepared to shoot. First, we loaded the bullets, then we pulled the bolt. When I was about to shoot, the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet. Suddenly, gunshots rang out in all directions, deafening. My hand seemed to be possessed as I pulled the trigger and forgot to stop. Hu Ting fired a shot. I counted and actually fired eight shots. This was a very scary thing. Whether the first shot hit or not would determine the overall situation. I pulled the trigger again and it ended just like that. According to the requirements, each person would have 10 bullets and be divided into 5 shots. Each shot would have 2-3 bullets, and hitting 3 or more would be considered a pass. This was my first live ammunition shooting. Other than the earth-shattering and soul-stirring first round, the result was self-evident. My failure had already been hung in the annals of shame. If I didn't hit the target during normal times, how could I eliminate the enemy to the greatest extent during wartime? Later, considering that many comrades failed, our new recruit company commander asked those who failed to pass to try again. I still didn't grasp the opportunity and failed again. However, the funny thing was that during the real group assessment, other than Little Zheng and I, the other comrades in my class didn't pass. It was exactly what the army said about showing the true colors of heroes at critical moments.
The first real investment
February 4th, 2004 was an unforgettable day, because it was the first time I actually threw a grenade. In the past, I saw people waving their hands in TV dramas and movies. Finally, I came to reality.
(When I woke up from my sleep and looked outside through the window, a small mountain appeared in front of me. The familiar melody of Wang Xinling's "The First Love" and "Melody" rang in my ears again. There was snow on the mountain that had not melted, but the train was heading north to Urumchi-the destination.)
Memories were always something that emitted a magical glow. It always inadvertently disturbed my thoughts, and thus the thrilling moment of the recruit company arrived.
That day was February 4th, 2004. I will remember this day in my heart. The weather in early spring was warm and cold. I was responsible for the security, so after breakfast, we arrived at the site early in the morning. The feeling of experiencing the scenery of the desert for the first time was truly extraordinary. The Gobi Desert seemed to still be asleep. He finally felt the heroic feelings of Wang Changling's " Lord Grim lying on the battlefield ".
Walking on the sand, it was soft and cold. We couldn't help but breathe hot air. It was really cold! The temperature difference in the desert was really big. Sergeant Liu led us to do warm-up exercises to dispel the cold. Wild wolves of the desert sometimes slip away from us, leaving their footprints in the air. Let's run in the desert to our heart's content and enjoy the happiness of the highest realm in the world. Our respected comrade has already begun to make a mobilization report before the actual investment. Seeing his high spirits, we are greatly encouraged.
In the assembly area. My comrades and I were quietly waiting, waiting for that thrilling moment to arrive. Suddenly, a mischievous elf-a broken shrapnel flew past my ear. Perhaps it was just a serious deviation from its orbit, and it was completely different from the theory. I was stunned. Could it be…
I didn't dare to think too much because it was our class 'turn. We wore military iron helmets and marched aggressively towards the waiting area. After we were ready, the regiment commander helped me put the fire ring on my pinky. I closed my eyes and threw it down the slope outside the trench. It hadn't sounded for a long time. In theory, it would explode after 3-3.7 seconds. I was a little dejected. It turned out that because of his inner fear, he was afraid that the fire ring would pose a threat to his life, so he deliberately let it slide out with the bullet. The company commander said angrily,"Go back!"”
I didn't move. Platoon Leader Zhang said,"I'll go check the grenades."”In times of danger, he showed his true colors. So Platoon Leader Zhang took out the courage of an engineer and quickly jumped towards the approximate position where I dropped the bomb and picked up the dud. I slowly moved away, unwilling to leave. I thought that if I didn't throw live ammunition when I was a recruit, it would be the biggest regret of my military life. The Guild Leader saw through my thoughts. He smiled and encouraged me."I'll give you one more chance!" I'm extremely excited. This is a gift from the Bureau Chief!。I slowly put the fire ring on my pinky once again. My four fingers gripped the bullet body tightly. My confidence increased exponentially. The leader carefully asked,"Are you afraid?" I couldn't help but feel nervous. "Take a deep breath and relax!" The Guild Leader continued to teach me. I was encouraged and threw it down the slope according to the movements. I heard a deafening sound and tears of happiness were about to flow down.
March 9, 2004
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