"Ah! Class monitor, if we hit the bullseye, do we have coke?”
The others had obviously heard the conversation between Zhang Yi and Peng Bin.
When they heard that there was such a good thing after hitting the target, they immediately started to cheer.
"Yes, there are!
Of course, I said that I hit the bullseye. Don't f * cking drink my coke after five bullets missed the target.
Let me tell you, who the f * ck would miss the target with all five bullets? Cola didn't.
Duck Steps, circle the field once, I'll treat you to this!”
"Don't worry, I've definitely hit the bullseye!”Guo Fei said confidently.
"Yes, I believe that my five shots did not miss the target.
By the way, class monitor, should I only be punished if I miss the target all five times? What if I miss the target?"
"If you miss the target, go duck step.
Let me tell you, if you don't miss the target, you won't get a reward.
One out of five shots hit the bullseye, and there was Coke to drink.
No matter how many times you miss the target, even if you hit the bullseye, you'd better duck!
After such a long time of aiming practice, you still missed the target. That's a slap to my face. You still want to drink coke? Dream on!”
"Ah!"
At this moment, everyone in Class Five, except for Zhang Yi, was crying in their hearts.
Why did he drink Coke and cheer her up?
Great, he had fallen into a pit.
Even Guo Fei, who had been so confident just now, and Han Tianlei, who had said that he could hit the cap of a bottle with a toy gun within ten meters of his house, were feeling uneasy.
This was the first time he had used a live ammunition!
It was a good thing to have confidence, but he had never played before. What if he accidentally missed the target?
Duck Steps, just thinking about it made her legs sore…
"Class monitor, can I not drink Coke and not participate in this game?”Qin Jun asked Peng Bin with a sad face.
"Hehe, no!" Peng Bin's words directly extinguished everyone's little thoughts.
In fact, in Peng Binghua's mind.
It was not uncommon for a freshman to hit the bullseye on their first target practice.
The bullets of the Type 95 Rifle were scattered very little within a hundred meters. Everyone had practiced aiming for a long time.
As long as the aim was good, even if it wasn't the bullseis, at least it wouldn't miss the target.
After all, this was not university military training.
There was no such high-intensity aiming practice in university military training.
This was a military school.
Of course, there were always accidents.
Although he had practiced enough, he still had to look at the person when he was shooting.
It was not rare to have a talent, the first time to grab, five bullets, and all the bullseyes.
However, there were also those without talent who could miss the target with five bullets.
This was not rare.
He had said this to Zhang Yi previously, but it actually did not matter if he won or lost.
It was just a can of Coke, which cost 2.50 yuan each. The whole class hit the bullseye, so it was only 20 to 30 yuan. He did not lack it.
On the last day of being the class monitor, he would treat it as a parting gift for everyone.
.......
This morning, everyone was particularly enthusiastic about the training.
It was as if he had added a buff to everyone out of thin air.
Of course, that was the truth.
Being able to shoot was the greatest motivation for them.
Especially at this juncture, they were afraid that Peng Bin would find out what was wrong with them and cancel their shooting practice in the afternoon.
Even though this matter was impossible, anyone with a brain knew that it was impossible.
After all, no matter how bad the whole camp's target practice is, you won't be absent.
Unless you were hospitalized, that would be a special case.
However, it was obvious that they were all focused on the shooting practice.
A group of outstanding students in the college entrance examination, at this moment, their intelligence was like a woman who was deeply in love, infinitely close to zero.
Even during their afternoon nap, all of them seemed to have been injected with stimulants.
Usually, as long as they had time to rest, they would sleep on the bed and close their eyes. But today, they were chattering non-stop.
Even Zhang Yi couldn't enter the training space because they were too noisy. If you didn't chat, they would come looking for you.
Fortunately, the afternoon shooting practice finally arrived as promised.
Everyone, go get your guns in advance.
After that, the entire battalion gathered. Two platoon leaders went to collect a box of bullets and sang along with everyone as they headed to the shooting range.
"The sun is setting, and the red clouds are flying in the west mountain. The soldiers are shooting at the target, and the camp is back..."
As they walked, a few hundred people in the team shouted a military song about returning from shooting. It was heart-wrenching, and everyone's faces turned red with anger.
Although this song was not suitable for the present.
After all, he was not returning from shooting, but going to shoot.
But no one cared.
In the military academy and the military camp, singing was regardless of time and place. Before a meal, they would sing a song, and during dinner, they would sing "When That Day Really Comes", which was the song that started with a sunny morning.
Of course, when everyone was eating, they preferred to sing the song "Love the Army and Practice Martial Arts."
Because the song was short.
However, after singing that song for less than two days, the instructor directly listed it as a banned song.
It was a very serious statement that no one was allowed to sing this song before eating. Whoever dared to start singing would only be allowed to sit down and eat after everyone in the canteen had finished eating!
"Attention, at ease!"
There was a large open space behind the shooting range. The entire battalion had gathered and lined up.
One class at a time, starting from the first class of the company.
Zhang Yi and the others were in Class Five. According to the queue, it wouldn't take long.
Of course, even though it wouldn't take long, the students of Class Five were still standing in the line. They stuck their heads out and looked at the students of Class One at the shooting range.
Eleven targets, each person received five bullets, and then loaded the bullets into the magazine under the watch of the platoon leader.
In the end, the eleven students of Class One all lay down.
The nine platoon leaders, as well as their own squad leaders and instructors, were now half-squatting beside the students, teaching them to pay attention to shooting and prepare for emergencies.
After a while, gunshots rang out.
"Pa ~! Pa ~!"
A series of gunshots rang out. The 11 people fired one shot at a time, but there were only five bullets, so they were still not done.
Unfortunately, no matter how much he wanted to, the gun could not shoot any more bullets.
"Target number one, four shots on target, twenty-eight points!”
"Target number two, three shots on target, twenty-one points!”
"Target number three, six hits, forty-eight points!”
The class monitor who was in charge of target reporting and observation had a strange tone after reporting this number.
However, he did not say anything and continued to report.
However, the students behind him started discussing.
"What the hell? Five bullets, and he managed to hit the target six times?”
"Is there a need to think about it? The person next to him must have shot the wrong person. He did not know who had shot the wrong person, and he did not even know how many shots had been fired wrongly!”
"Haha! This was really funny. How could he hit such a big target wrongly?”
The students who were peeking their heads out from behind laughed, but they were immediately suppressed.
A class monitor swept his gaze over everyone. What are you laughing at? Do you think you're any better? You guys will know it later!"
This kind of thing was not an exception. Every year, new students might make a fool of themselves during their first target practice.
Although all the students of the higher grades were smiling, they didn't say anything.
It was a very normal phenomenon. What was there to say? They could even remind them of their past.
Back then, our batch… "Ah! Class monitor, if we hit the bullseye, do we have coke?”
The others had obviously heard the conversation between Zhang Yi and Peng Bin.
When they heard that there was such a good thing after hitting the target, they immediately started to cheer.
"Yes, there are!
Of course, I said that I hit the bullseye. Don't f * cking drink my coke after five bullets missed the target.
Let me tell you, who the f * ck would miss the target with all five bullets? Cola didn't.
Duck Steps, circle the field once, I'll treat you to this!”
"Don't worry, I've definitely hit the bullseye!”Guo Fei said confidently.
"Yes, I believe that my five shots did not miss the target.
By the way, class monitor, should I only be punished if I miss the target all five times? What if I miss the target?"
"If you miss the target, go duck step.
Let me tell you, if you don't miss the target, you won't get a reward.
One out of five shots hit the bullseye, and there was Coke to drink.
No matter how many times you miss the target, even if you hit the bullseye, you'd better duck!
After such a long time of aiming practice, you still missed the target. That's a slap to my face. You still want to drink coke? Dream on!”
"Ah!"
At this moment, everyone in Class Five, except for Zhang Yi, was crying in their hearts.
Why did he drink Coke and cheer her up?
Great, he had fallen into a pit.
Even Guo Fei, who had been so confident just now, and Han Tianlei, who had said that he could hit the cap of a bottle with a toy gun within ten meters of his house, were feeling uneasy.
This was the first time he had used a live ammunition!
It was a good thing to have confidence, but he had never played before. What if he accidentally missed the target?
Duck Steps, just thinking about it made her legs sore…
"Class monitor, can I not drink Coke and not participate in this game?”Qin Jun asked Peng Bin with a sad face.
"Hehe, no!" Peng Bin's words directly extinguished everyone's little thoughts.
In fact, in Peng Binghua's mind.
It was not uncommon for a freshman to hit the bullseye on their first target practice.
The bullets of the Type 95 Rifle were scattered very little within a hundred meters. Everyone had practiced aiming for a long time.
As long as the aim was good, even if it wasn't the bullseis, at least it wouldn't miss the target.
After all, this was not university military training.
There was no such high-intensity aiming practice in university military training.
This was a military school.
Of course, there were always accidents.
Although he had practiced enough, he still had to look at the person when he was shooting.
It was not rare to have a talent, the first time to grab, five bullets, and all the bullseyes.
However, there were also those without talent who could miss the target with five bullets.
This was not rare.
He had said this to Zhang Yi previously, but it actually did not matter if he won or lost.
It was just a can of Coke, which cost 2.50 yuan each. The whole class hit the bullseye, so it was only 20 to 30 yuan. He did not lack it.
On the last day of being the class monitor, he would treat it as a parting gift for everyone.
.......
This morning, everyone was particularly enthusiastic about the training.
It was as if he had added a buff to everyone out of thin air.
Of course, that was the truth.
Being able to shoot was the greatest motivation for them.
Especially at this juncture, they were afraid that Peng Bin would find out what was wrong with them and cancel their shooting practice in the afternoon.
Even though this matter was impossible, anyone with a brain knew that it was impossible.
After all, no matter how bad the whole camp's target practice is, you won't be absent.
Unless you were hospitalized, that would be a special case.
However, it was obvious that they were all focused on the shooting practice.
A group of outstanding students in the college entrance examination, at this moment, their intelligence was like a woman who was deeply in love, infinitely close to zero.
Even during their afternoon nap, all of them seemed to have been injected with stimulants.
Usually, as long as they had time to rest, they would sleep on the bed and close their eyes. But today, they were chattering non-stop.
Even Zhang Yi couldn't enter the training space because they were too noisy. If you didn't chat, they would come looking for you.
Fortunately, the afternoon shooting practice finally arrived as promised.
Everyone, go get your guns in advance.
After that, the entire battalion gathered. Two platoon leaders went to collect a box of bullets and sang along with everyone as they headed to the shooting range.
"The sun is setting, and the red clouds are flying in the west mountain. The soldiers are shooting at the target, and the camp is back..."
As they walked, a few hundred people in the team shouted a military song about returning from shooting. It was heart-wrenching, and everyone's faces turned red with anger.
Although this song was not suitable for the present.
After all, he was not returning from shooting, but going to shoot.
But no one cared.
In the military academy and the military camp, singing was regardless of time and place. Before a meal, they would sing a song, and during dinner, they would sing "When That Day Really Comes", which was the song that started with a sunny morning.
Of course, when everyone was eating, they preferred to sing the song "Love the Army and Practice Martial Arts."
Because the song was short.
However, after singing that song for less than two days, the instructor directly listed it as a banned song.
It was a very serious statement that no one was allowed to sing this song before eating. Whoever dared to start singing would only be allowed to sit down and eat after everyone in the canteen had finished eating!
"Attention, at ease!"
There was a large open space behind the shooting range. The entire battalion had gathered and lined up.
One class at a time, starting from the first class of the company.
Zhang Yi and the others were in Class Five. According to the queue, it wouldn't take long.
Of course, even though it wouldn't take long, the students of Class Five were still standing in the line. They stuck their heads out and looked at the students of Class One at the shooting range.
Eleven targets, each person received five bullets, and then loaded the bullets into the magazine under the watch of the platoon leader.
In the end, the eleven students of Class One all lay down.
The nine platoon leaders, as well as their own squad leaders and instructors, were now half-squatting beside the students, teaching them to pay attention to shooting and prepare for emergencies.
After a while, gunshots rang out.
"Pa ~! Pa ~!"
A series of gunshots rang out. The 11 people fired one shot at a time, but there were only five bullets, so they were still not done.
Unfortunately, no matter how much he wanted to, the gun could not shoot any more bullets.
"Target number one, four shots on target, twenty-eight points!”
"Target number two, three shots on target, twenty-one points!”
"Target number three, six hits, forty-eight points!”
The class monitor who was in charge of target reporting and observation had a strange tone after reporting this number.
However, he did not say anything and continued to report.
However, the students behind him started discussing.
"What the hell? Five bullets, and he managed to hit the target six times?”
"Is there a need to think about it? The person next to him must have shot the wrong person. He did not know who had shot the wrong person, and he did not even know how many shots had been fired wrongly!”
"Haha! This was really funny. How could he hit such a big target wrongly?”
The students who were peeking their heads out from behind laughed, but they were immediately suppressed.
A class monitor swept his gaze over everyone. What are you laughing at? Do you think you're any better? You guys will know it later!"
This kind of thing was not an exception. Every year, new students might make a fool of themselves during their first target practice.
Although all the students of the higher grades were smiling, they didn't say anything.
It was a very normal phenomenon. What was there to say? They could even remind them of their past.
Back then, our batch… "Ah! Class monitor, if we hit the bullseye, do we have coke?”
The others had obviously heard the conversation between Zhang Yi and Peng Bin.
When they heard that there was such a good thing after hitting the target, they immediately started to cheer.
"Yes, there are!
Of course, I said that I hit the bullseye. Don't f * cking drink my coke after five bullets missed the target.
Let me tell you, who the f * ck would miss the target with all five bullets? Cola didn't.
Duck Steps, circle the field once, I'll treat you to this!”
"Don't worry, I've definitely hit the bullseye!”Guo Fei said confidently.
"Yes, I believe that my five shots did not miss the target.
By the way, class monitor, should I only be punished if I miss the target all five times? What if I miss the target?"
"If you miss the target, go duck step.
Let me tell you, if you don't miss the target, you won't get a reward.
One out of five shots hit the bullseye, and there was Coke to drink.
No matter how many times you miss the target, even if you hit the bullseye, you'd better duck!
After such a long time of aiming practice, you still missed the target. That's a slap to my face. You still want to drink coke? Dream on!”
"Ah!"
At this moment, everyone in Class Five, except for Zhang Yi, was crying in their hearts.
Why did he drink Coke and cheer her up?
Great, he had fallen into a pit.
Even Guo Fei, who had been so confident just now, and Han Tianlei, who had said that he could hit the cap of a bottle with a toy gun within ten meters of his house, were feeling uneasy.
This was the first time he had used a live ammunition!
It was a good thing to have confidence, but he had never played before. What if he accidentally missed the target?
Duck Steps, just thinking about it made her legs sore…
"Class monitor, can I not drink Coke and not participate in this game?”Qin Jun asked Peng Bin with a sad face.
"Hehe, no!" Peng Bin's words directly extinguished everyone's little thoughts.
In fact, in Peng Binghua's mind.
It was not uncommon for a freshman to hit the bullseye on their first target practice.
The bullets of the Type 95 Rifle were scattered very little within a hundred meters. Everyone had practiced aiming for a long time.
As long as the aim was good, even if it wasn't the bullseis, at least it wouldn't miss the target.
After all, this was not university military training.
There was no such high-intensity aiming practice in university military training.
This was a military school.
Of course, there were always accidents.
Although he had practiced enough, he still had to look at the person when he was shooting.
It was not rare to have a talent, the first time to grab, five bullets, and all the bullseyes.
However, there were also those without talent who could miss the target with five bullets.
This was not rare.
He had said this to Zhang Yi previously, but it actually did not matter if he won or lost.
It was just a can of Coke, which cost 2.50 yuan each. The whole class hit the bullseye, so it was only 20 to 30 yuan. He did not lack it.
On the last day of being the class monitor, he would treat it as a parting gift for everyone.
.......
This morning, everyone was particularly enthusiastic about the training.
It was as if he had added a buff to everyone out of thin air.
Of course, that was the truth.
Being able to shoot was the greatest motivation for them.
Especially at this juncture, they were afraid that Peng Bin would find out what was wrong with them and cancel their shooting practice in the afternoon.
Even though this matter was impossible, anyone with a brain knew that it was impossible.
After all, no matter how bad the whole camp's target practice is, you won't be absent.
Unless you were hospitalized, that would be a special case.
However, it was obvious that they were all focused on the shooting practice.
A group of outstanding students in the college entrance examination, at this moment, their intelligence was like a woman who was deeply in love, infinitely close to zero.
Even during their afternoon nap, all of them seemed to have been injected with stimulants.
Usually, as long as they had time to rest, they would sleep on the bed and close their eyes. But today, they were chattering non-stop.
Even Zhang Yi couldn't enter the training space because they were too noisy. If you didn't chat, they would come looking for you.
Fortunately, the afternoon shooting practice finally arrived as promised.
Everyone, go get your guns in advance.
After that, the entire battalion gathered. Two platoon leaders went to collect a box of bullets and sang along with everyone as they headed to the shooting range.
"The sun is setting, and the red clouds are flying in the west mountain. The soldiers are shooting at the target, and the camp is back..."
As they walked, a few hundred people in the team shouted a military song about returning from shooting. It was heart-wrenching, and everyone's faces turned red with anger.
Although this song was not suitable for the present.
After all, he was not returning from shooting, but going to shoot.
But no one cared.
In the military academy and the military camp, singing was regardless of time and place. Before a meal, they would sing a song, and during dinner, they would sing "When That Day Really Comes", which was the song that started with a sunny morning.
Of course, when everyone was eating, they preferred to sing the song "Love the Army and Practice Martial Arts."
Because the song was short.
However, after singing that song for less than two days, the instructor directly listed it as a banned song.
It was a very serious statement that no one was allowed to sing this song before eating. Whoever dared to start singing would only be allowed to sit down and eat after everyone in the canteen had finished eating!
"Attention, at ease!"
There was a large open space behind the shooting range. The entire battalion had gathered and lined up.
One class at a time, starting from the first class of the company.
Zhang Yi and the others were in Class Five. According to the queue, it wouldn't take long.
Of course, even though it wouldn't take long, the students of Class Five were still standing in the line. They stuck their heads out and looked at the students of Class One at the shooting range.
Eleven targets, each person received five bullets, and then loaded the bullets into the magazine under the watch of the platoon leader.
In the end, the eleven students of Class One all lay down.
The nine platoon leaders, as well as their own squad leaders and instructors, were now half-squatting beside the students, teaching them to pay attention to shooting and prepare for emergencies.
After a while, gunshots rang out.
"Pa ~! Pa ~!"
A series of gunshots rang out. The 11 people fired one shot at a time, but there were only five bullets, so they were still not done.
Unfortunately, no matter how much he wanted to, the gun could not shoot any more bullets.
"Target number one, four shots on target, twenty-eight points!”
"Target number two, three shots on target, twenty-one points!”
"Target number three, six hits, forty-eight points!”
The class monitor who was in charge of target reporting and observation had a strange tone after reporting this number.
However, he did not say anything and continued to report.
However, the students behind him started discussing.
"What the hell? Five bullets, and he managed to hit the target six times?”
"Is there a need to think about it? The person next to him must have shot the wrong person. He did not know who had shot the wrong person, and he did not even know how many shots had been fired wrongly!”
"Haha! This was really funny. How could he hit such a big target wrongly?”
The students who were peeking their heads out from behind laughed, but they were immediately suppressed.
A class monitor swept his gaze over everyone. What are you laughing at? Do you think you're any better? You guys will know it later!"
This kind of thing was not an exception. Every year, new students might make a fool of themselves during their first target practice.
Although all the students of the higher grades were smiling, they didn't say anything.
It was a very normal phenomenon. What was there to say? They could even remind them of their past.
Back then, our batch… "Ah! Class monitor, if we hit the bullseye, do we have coke?”
The others had obviously heard the conversation between Zhang Yi and Peng Bin.
When they heard that there was such a good thing after hitting the target, they immediately started to cheer.
"Yes, there are!
Of course, I said that I hit the bullseye. Don't f * cking drink my coke after five bullets missed the target.
Let me tell you, who the f * ck would miss the target with all five bullets? Cola didn't.
Duck Steps, circle the field once, I'll treat you to this!”
"Don't worry, I've definitely hit the bullseye!”Guo Fei said confidently.
"Yes, I believe that my five shots did not miss the target.
By the way, class monitor, should I only be punished if I miss the target all five times? What if I miss the target?"
"If you miss the target, go duck step.
Let me tell you, if you don't miss the target, you won't get a reward.
One out of five shots hit the bullseye, and there was Coke to drink.
No matter how many times you miss the target, even if you hit the bullseye, you'd better duck!
After such a long time of aiming practice, you still missed the target. That's a slap to my face. You still want to drink coke? Dream on!”
"Ah!"
At this moment, everyone in Class Five, except for Zhang Yi, was crying in their hearts.
Why did he drink Coke and cheer her up?
Great, he had fallen into a pit.
Even Guo Fei, who had been so confident just now, and Han Tianlei, who had said that he could hit the cap of a bottle with a toy gun within ten meters of his house, were feeling uneasy.
This was the first time he had used a live ammunition!
It was a good thing to have confidence, but he had never played before. What if he accidentally missed the target?
Duck Steps, just thinking about it made her legs sore…
"Class monitor, can I not drink Coke and not participate in this game?”Qin Jun asked Peng Bin with a sad face.
"Hehe, no!" Peng Bin's words directly extinguished everyone's little thoughts.
In fact, in Peng Binghua's mind.
It was not uncommon for a freshman to hit the bullseye on their first target practice.
The bullets of the Type 95 Rifle were scattered very little within a hundred meters. Everyone had practiced aiming for a long time.
As long as the aim was good, even if it wasn't the bullseis, at least it wouldn't miss the target.
After all, this was not university military training.
There was no such high-intensity aiming practice in university military training.
This was a military school.
Of course, there were always accidents.
Although he had practiced enough, he still had to look at the person when he was shooting.
It was not rare to have a talent, the first time to grab, five bullets, and all the bullseyes.
However, there were also those without talent who could miss the target with five bullets.
This was not rare.
He had said this to Zhang Yi previously, but it actually did not matter if he won or lost.
It was just a can of Coke, which cost 2.50 yuan each. The whole class hit the bullseye, so it was only 20 to 30 yuan. He did not lack it.
On the last day of being the class monitor, he would treat it as a parting gift for everyone.
.......
This morning, everyone was particularly enthusiastic about the training.
It was as if he had added a buff to everyone out of thin air.
Of course, that was the truth.
Being able to shoot was the greatest motivation for them.
Especially at this juncture, they were afraid that Peng Bin would find out what was wrong with them and cancel their shooting practice in the afternoon.
Even though this matter was impossible, anyone with a brain knew that it was impossible.
After all, no matter how bad the whole camp's target practice is, you won't be absent.
Unless you were hospitalized, that would be a special case.
However, it was obvious that they were all focused on the shooting practice.
A group of outstanding students in the college entrance examination, at this moment, their intelligence was like a woman who was deeply in love, infinitely close to zero.
Even during their afternoon nap, all of them seemed to have been injected with stimulants.
Usually, as long as they had time to rest, they would sleep on the bed and close their eyes. But today, they were chattering non-stop.
Even Zhang Yi couldn't enter the training space because they were too noisy. If you didn't chat, they would come looking for you.
Fortunately, the afternoon shooting practice finally arrived as promised.
Everyone, go get your guns in advance.
After that, the entire battalion gathered. Two platoon leaders went to collect a box of bullets and sang along with everyone as they headed to the shooting range.
"The sun is setting, and the red clouds are flying in the west mountain. The soldiers are shooting at the target, and the camp is back..."
As they walked, a few hundred people in the team shouted a military song about returning from shooting. It was heart-wrenching, and everyone's faces turned red with anger.
Although this song was not suitable for the present.
After all, he was not returning from shooting, but going to shoot.
But no one cared.
In the military academy and the military camp, singing was regardless of time and place. Before a meal, they would sing a song, and during dinner, they would sing "When That Day Really Comes", which was the song that started with a sunny morning.
Of course, when everyone was eating, they preferred to sing the song "Love the Army and Practice Martial Arts."
Because the song was short.
However, after singing that song for less than two days, the instructor directly listed it as a banned song.
It was a very serious statement that no one was allowed to sing this song before eating. Whoever dared to start singing would only be allowed to sit down and eat after everyone in the canteen had finished eating!
"Attention, at ease!"
There was a large open space behind the shooting range. The entire battalion had gathered and lined up.
One class at a time, starting from the first class of the company.
Zhang Yi and the others were in Class Five. According to the queue, it wouldn't take long.
Of course, even though it wouldn't take long, the students of Class Five were still standing in the line. They stuck their heads out and looked at the students of Class One at the shooting range.
Eleven targets, each person received five bullets, and then loaded the bullets into the magazine under the watch of the platoon leader.
In the end, the eleven students of Class One all lay down.
The nine platoon leaders, as well as their own squad leaders and instructors, were now half-squatting beside the students, teaching them to pay attention to shooting and prepare for emergencies.
After a while, gunshots rang out.
"Pa ~! Pa ~!"
A series of gunshots rang out. The 11 people fired one shot at a time, but there were only five bullets, so they were still not done.
Unfortunately, no matter how much he wanted to, the gun could not shoot any more bullets.
"Target number one, four shots on target, twenty-eight points!”
"Target number two, three shots on target, twenty-one points!”
"Target number three, six hits, forty-eight points!”
The class monitor who was in charge of target reporting and observation had a strange tone after reporting this number.
However, he did not say anything and continued to report.
However, the students behind him started discussing.
"What the hell? Five bullets, and he managed to hit the target six times?”
"Is there a need to think about it? The person next to him must have shot the wrong person. He did not know who had shot the wrong person, and he did not even know how many shots had been fired wrongly!”
"Haha! This was really funny. How could he hit such a big target wrongly?”
The students who were peeking their heads out from behind laughed, but they were immediately suppressed.
A class monitor swept his gaze over everyone. What are you laughing at? Do you think you're any better? You guys will know it later!"
This kind of thing was not an exception. Every year, new students might make a fool of themselves during their first target practice.
Although all the students of the higher grades were smiling, they didn't say anything.
It was a very normal phenomenon. What was there to say? They could even remind them of their past.
Back then, our batch…
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