Great Power Army Reclamation

The paper grenade actually doesn't hurt at all. But scary!

He was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. He ran back to the bunker crying and howling all the way.

But why doesn't it ring? He looked around for a while before he realized what was going on. Fucking coach bomb!

Now he immediately walked to the coach bomb with a posture of fearlessness in the face of danger. A kick. Then pick it up and take a look. shouted:

"How do you usually train? Are your grenades used as rocks? You don't even pull the strings!"

Ma Quanyi's head was full of black lines, pointing at Xiao Liu and he was speechless. Yang Yulin was very happy to see where the grenade landed.

"Xiao Liu is good, he passed!"

After the assessment of the new recruits, there are no more thrilling moves for the veterans. They are all veterans. Not a single skill was given up. This kind of assessment is just drizzle.

Especially Uncle Wei Zhongyi's 825 recoilless rifle shooting.

This thing is similar to a mortar. But the shells are loaded from behind.

One shot went down, and a big hole immediately exploded in the ground.

Uncle Wei couldn't get enough of the beating and removed the tripod. He directly put it on his shoulder and blasted towards the hill behind the target.

There was a loud noise, and the hilltop seemed to have been plowed over. The snow was covered by the blasted soil.

It's like putting a black felt hat on the white snow-capped mountains.

Others are accustomed to this sight.

But Ye Yuze had never seen this before. He could open his mouth so much that he could swallow an egg directly.

By this time, the target had been shot. Yang Yulin turned his head and shouted in the direction where Ye Yuze and the others were hiding:

"Have you seen enough? If you have seen enough, come out!"

Ye Yuze looked at Yang Geyong. "Did your dad find us?"

Yang Geyong looked indifferent. "He finds it every time."

Ye Yuze was speechless. "Then why are we still hiding?"

Yang Geyong looked at Ye Yuze like an idiot.

"No unrelated persons are allowed to be present during target practice!"

Ye Yuze scratched his head. "Okay, I was wrong. Let's get out!"

Ye Yuze probably asked them to go out and would probably be punished again. Maybe I'll get beaten up by my dad.

But the reality was beyond Ye Yuze's expectation.

Uncle Yang took out a handful of bullets and handed them to Yang Geyong. Then he took a semi-automatic from the hand of a young man next to him and gave it to him.

Yang Geyong skillfully took off the magazine and pressed the bullet in his hand.

Then he lay down on the spot and started shooting.

With the crisp sound of gunfire. Five bullets were fired in a moment.

"Eight rings, eight rings. Nine rings. Nine rings. Ten rings! A total of forty-five rings. Excellent!"

Ye Yuze can stuff eggs in his mouth again!

Dad happily patted Yang Geyong on the shoulder. thumbs up.

"A tiger father has no dog sons!"

Yang Yulin puffed out his chest and stood upright. He looked at the new recruits. The recruits lowered their heads one by one. A look of shame on his face.

"How many rounds won't your son be allowed to shoot?"

Yang Yulin asked his father.

Dad took out a handful of bullets from his pocket and handed the gun to Ye Yuze.

Do you know what it means to be elated? In an instant, Ye Yuze felt like he had been hit by a big pie.

No, he was knocked unconscious!

Dad's gun is slightly shorter than others, and the muzzle is also smaller. Even the bullets are smaller than others.

Ye Yuze pretended to take it and tinkered with it for a long time. Damn it, just look at Yang Geyong shaking like that. The magazine comes out. But why can’t I dig it out myself?

Yang Geyong really couldn't stand it anymore. Take the gun directly and demonstrate it to him.

Only then did he discover that there was a circlip next to the magazine. Just press the magazine and it comes out.

There is no need to teach you how to suppress bullets, even fools can do it. Just line them up one by one and press them in.

After pressing the bullet, Ye Yuze jumped forward and fell to the ground. Then he took a bite of mud.

It turned out that my posture was wrong and my mouth hit the ground first.

It’s just that with so many people watching, you can’t do it again, right? The key is to do it again and it will probably have the same effect.

Just now I looked at him from behind and didn't see him lying down.

Yang Geyong reminded him beside him. "Sight, ruler, eye. Three points and one line. When you aim, hit!"

Ye Yuze said oh and narrowed his eyes first. He does know the crosshairs. There is a small circle on the top of the barrel. There is a pillar inside the small circle.

But what is this ruler? He looked carefully for a long time but couldn't find it.

Later, I simply gritted my teeth and stopped looking. Isn’t it enough to just keep your eyes on the stars? Why do you need that ruler?

When you hit the target, you can clearly see that the children of that era were different from the children of today. I have been exposed to electronic products since I was a child. My eyesight is not that good.

The corps' target practice was not the same as that of later armies. Different firearms require different distances.

The guns back then were basically the same. So they are all 100-meter targets.

Ye Yuze took a breath to calm down, and then took aim. Pull the trigger.

However, there was no egg, and there was no movement after several clicks.

He had no choice but to turn to Yang Geyong for help. "My dad's gun is broken."

Yang Geyong stood beside him the whole time, took the gun from his hand, and checked it. Then, dumbfounded, he cocked the gun.

The people around burst into laughter. Dad blushed and scolded:

"What else can you do? Are you my Lao Ye's son?"

Ye Yuze curled his lips and didn't dare to say anything. You must give your father enough face in front of others. This is common sense for all sons.

Ye Yuze re-aimed and pulled the trigger again.

"Ping!" Ye Yuze only felt the gun butt on his shoulder shake. Then the bullet flew to nowhere?

"Target shooting, don't hit me!"

The target announcer's hoarse voice sounded.

It turned out that because Ye Yuze was shaking, the barrel of the gun was also crooked. Hit it directly on the rock in front of the target reporter's bunker.

Although the bunker is very safe, people are afraid! The crowd burst into laughter again.

Yang Geyong really couldn't stand it anymore. Lying directly next to Ye Yuze. whispered:

"Put the butt of the gun firmly on your shoulder. Especially when you pull the trigger, be sure not to let the gun shake. Line up the three points before pulling the trigger."

Ye Yuze said oh. "Which one is the ruler?"

Yang Geyong clicked on an iron piece at the end of the barrel.

Only then did Ye Yuze discover that there were scales on the iron piece. There is a small gap in the middle.

Ye Yuze was overjoyed, it turned out to be here! I found you.

The notch and the front sight line up. Point straight at the red dot in the target.

Ye Yuze pulled the trigger. "Ping!"

This feels good. He knew he had hit the target. So he continued to pull the trigger.

After a few shots, the original tension and stiffness were completely gone. Ye Yuze happily became addicted. But the bullet was gone.

His eyes looked at his father. Dad kicked him.

"Get up quickly. Do you think your father made that bullet? How much do you want?"

It turns out that the live ammunition assessment bullets are limited. Ten rounds for each person.

The results are calculated after the battle, and the advanced rating at the end of the year is closely linked to the military performance.

During the new book period, everyone is welcome to collect and recommend it.