Rise from the sword

Chapter 52 Shooting Training
"The problem is, take this thing, Li Yunlong will definitely not admit it"

"It's just my speculation after all..."

At the regimental headquarters, Zhao Gang guessed that the head of Li Da was doing something, but there was no conclusive evidence.Just based on a little guess, even if the possibility is extremely high, he can't do anything to the head of Li Da.

If I knew earlier, I wouldn't let the monk go with me...
The monk isn't here, and I don't have anyone here to go after the commandos...
Zhao Gang had a headache for a while and muttered:

"It's not a major problem, I listen to him. After all, he is an old comrade, an old regiment leader, and has a strong ability to lead troops to fight."

"With more than 100 troops, he can't do anything out of the ordinary. At most, he attacked the gun towers of the puppet army. This is not a serious violation of discipline..."

It is definitely against the discipline to mobilize the army without permission...
But the nature of moving a regiment, a battalion, and a company to fight is completely different.

For a regiment, the dismissal is not negotiated. If the consequences are less severe, one level will be dismissed.

For a battalion, the median range is very large, one or two levels of dismissal, written demerits and verbal warnings are all included, depending on the outcome...
A company, as long as there are no serious consequences, it is usually a verbal warning, or go to the brigade headquarters for a few days of confinement, if the loss is small or there is gain, or even a merit and demerit balance...

"Hey, go and talk to the head of the regiment, at least let me know."

Zhao Gang smiled helplessly, got up and went to look for the head of the regiment.

"Do you know where the regiment leader went?" When he came to the regiment headquarters, Zhao Gang asked a soldier.

"The head of the regiment went to the shooting range on the right side of the village"

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On the right side of Yangcun, the shooting range of the Independent Regiment,

"Captain, why don't we keep this bullet to fight devils?"

Tall, thin, and thin, the third battalion commander Fang Yuanshan was holding a pod of bullets at this time. He looked at the pile of bullet casings on the side, looking at Li Yunlong with a distressed expression and an almost pleading tone.

He was about to cry!
In the past three days, the independent regiment conducted live-fire training in batches. How many bullets did it consume?

I'm afraid there are [-] rounds, right?

No, each person shoots 600 rounds of live ammunition per day. Except for the assault company, there are more than [-] people left in the regiment, and there are at least more than [-] rounds...
More than [-] hair!
How good is this for fighting devils?It's enough for the independent regiment and the devils to fight five times, and it's still the kind that let go of their hands and feet.

"You're a battalion commander anyway, what's the point of crying like a bitch?"

Li Yunlong could not see his subordinates cry the most!
And still cry during training, cowardly.

"Isn't it just 10,000+ rounds?"

"Labor and management let you train and train honestly"

"I don't know about other regiments, but in the labor-management independence regiment, there is no such thing as a shortage of bullets. I will replenish as many as you hit. It's only [-] rounds. You look like a little daughter-in-law."

"In the future, labor and capital will show you the world, and then you will know that [-] bullets are just a hair from the labor and capital's legs."

Li Yunlong raised his head, scolded Fang Yuanshan, and showed his arrogance by the way.

"Captain, even a devil, wouldn't dare to say that [-] bullets are just one leg hair!" Fang Yuanshan was scolded and laughed at by Li Yunlong.

"Humph"

Li Yunlong snorted and whispered beside Fang Yuanshan, "Do you know how many weapons and ammunition we will get after this mission?"

Before Fang Yuanshan could answer, Li Yunlong raised a finger: "One hundred tons"

"One hundred tons of weapons and ammunition"

Shaking his finger repeatedly, Li Yunlong emphasized:
"And, you have to know, this is just a business, and there will be more of this kind of business in the future."

"A mere [-] rounds of ammunition are only a little over two tons, just a hair on the legs of labor and capital."

"Besides, my employer brother will reimburse the bullets we consume this time. Pre-war training is also part of the battle. Such a good opportunity, if you don't make good use of it, it will be a huge waste."

"Is this okay?"

As a law-abiding, honest and honest rural man, Fang Yuanshan was completely stunned.

How can this kid be more stupid than Shen Quan's nerd, honestly... Li Yunlong curled his lips in disgust, and patted Fang Yuanshan's shoulder: "In short, you just obey the orders honestly, and let you live ammunition. Training is live ammunition training, and other things, labor and capital are responsible for it.”

"Yes"

Fang Yuanshan responded with a salute, and then happily went to shoot with the bullet.

"Captain, I'm a sharpshooter. My shooting skills in the regiment are top-notch. Can I keep this bullet for the next battle?" Suddenly a soldier ran over and said to Li Yunlong with a smile.

Li Yunlong has also been wandering at the shooting range for a few days, and he is here to guide training every day. Although his tone is cursing, everyone feels extra friendly, and some brave soldiers come up to talk to the regiment leader.

"Training hard, fighting the enemy bravely" in a serious tone with encouragement is also good.

But the scolding and stingy 'all give me a good training, and whoever dares to be lazy and labor and capital will come up with a personal training' makes this group of big bosses feel more comfortable and kind.

"Sharpshooter?"

Li Yunlong looked at the emaciated warrior in front of him, who looked older but had sharp eyes: "What's your name?"

"Reporting Head"

The soldier stood at attention and saluted loudly: "Wang Xikui, a soldier from the Fourth Company and Eighth Division of the First Battalion of the Independent Regiment, came to report."

"How old is your boy this year? How long have you been in the army?"

Li Yunlong found a place to sit down casually, then greeted Wang Xikui to sit aside, took out a cigarette and lit it himself, then handed it to Wang Xikui and asked, "No smoking?"

"Hey, thank you boss"

Wang Xikui happily took the cigarette.

This hand made the envious eyes of many surrounding warriors fall, and they drooled in regret.

They want to smoke too!

Commander, that's the devil's cigarette!
"Grass, I knew that the labor and capital had also gone up. Our head looks quite fierce, but he is a really good person and has great skills."

"That's right, this kid Wang Xikui from Dog Day, come back and beat him together"

"..."

When the smoke met the fire, the relationship became closer at once. Wang Xikui quickly opened up the conversation: "I am from the nearby Wei Village. I have been in the army for half a year. I used to be a hunter. I am 37 years old this year. My family..."

"Not too young"

After a sip of cigarettes, Li Yunlong did not continue to ask. These days, devils are burning, killing, robbing and abusing.

Greeting Wang Xikui to the center of the shooting range.

"Come on, lend me the gun..."

Li Yunlong found a 150-meter gun and handed it to Wang Xikui, pointing to the target in the distance, and said: "A [-]-meter target, the devil will shoot at this distance, you can try it..."

Wang Xikui said confidently, "You can take care of the regiment leader..."

He raised his gun, squinted his eyes and aimed, and then 'pop' the shot, and the bullet hit the chest of the humanoid target.

"not bad"

Nodding his head in satisfaction, Li Yunlong, who held up the binoculars, praised: "150 meters, right in the chest, and the marksmanship of the devil is almost the same."

Then his tone changed: "However, there is not so much time for you to aim carefully on the battlefield, and no one asks you to stand and aim for so long. The devil's marksmanship is not a vegetarian."

"Change the way of play, everything starts with actual combat"

He walked to a bunker, then pointed to about 30 meters behind the bunker and said: "It's still a 150-meter target, here is the bunker, where do you jump in a curve, then aim and shoot, the duration should not exceed ten seconds"

The so-called leap forward, is to quickly run from one shelter to another shelter.

"Yes" Wang Xikui's tone was still confident.

He ran about 30 meters away, stopped, then held the [-] big cover in one hand, lowered his body with his waist hooked, squinted his eyes and stared at the target in the distance, and suddenly exerted force on his feet, running between several shelters in zigzag , quickly jumped into the trench, raised the gun, aimed, and fired, a set of actions was done in one go.

Snapped····

The gunshots sounded, but this time, the humanoid target was quiet, and the bullets didn't know where to go.

"Come again..." Li Yunlong's voice remained unchanged.

"Yes" Wang Xikui's voice suddenly dropped a few points.

Repeatedly walking to the starting position, Wang Xikui took a few deep breaths, squinted his eyes and looked at the humanoid target more than 100 meters away, his heart suddenly beat violently, and the more than ten years of Orion experience suddenly did not bring him much confidence.

150 meters, the humanoid target looks like a small point, it is very difficult to aim, at least it takes a breath to aim...
It is not far from 30 meters, but it takes a lot of energy to jump forward. It is a bit difficult to raise the gun to aim at the moment of jumping into the trench...

After taking a few heavy breaths, Wang Xikui started again.

Zigzag moves, jumps into trenches, raises guns, shoots...
'Clap', the target still did not move, and the bullet missed the target again.

Staring blankly at the empty target, Wang Xikui's confident face instantly collapsed.

"Is this the sharpshooter?"

Li Yunlong is not polite, he glanced at Wang Xikui, then looked at the people around him, his tone mocking: "Who else wants to try it?"

The soldiers of the second battalion and the fourth company were silent for a while. Wang Xikui was indeed one of the best in marksmanship among them. If it weren't for this, he was old and his health was not good, and he would have gone to the assault company long ago.

"gun"

Taking a warrior made by Hanyang, Li Yunlong decided to demonstrate it in person.

Holding a gun made in Hanyang, Li Yunlong walked to the starting position. He bent down and lowered his body, holding the gun in both hands. He suddenly exerted force from his feet and rushed out quickly, with a rolling movement in the middle, and hid in a shelter 15 meters away. In the object, and then the same action, jumped into the trench again.

The time spent during this period is no more than five seconds, the movement is smooth, and the exposure time is very small.

He raised his gun, aimed, and the gunshot sounded. Li Yunlong didn't even look at it. He lowered his head and hid in the trench and quickly ran five meters away. He raised his head and fired another shot. just stopped.

"Five hairs are all in..."

A soldier in the distance reported the situation of the target.

The people of the first battalion and the fourth company suddenly became silent, and the eyes looking at Li Yunlong suddenly became hot...

Is this the strength of a battlefield sharpshooter?

Throwing the gun in his hand to the previous soldier, Li Yunlong's voice rang again, with fierceness:

"If you can't hit any target, you still want to hit the devil?"

"Devils are not targets. They can run, jump, and leap forward, and their movements are more agile than yours."

"The devils also have guns, and they also shoot. As for the devil's marksmanship, I won't say much. I believe I have seen it before."

"On the battlefield, either you kill the enemy, or the enemy kills you. Whoever moves fast and who shoots accurately will survive."

"The labor and management are here to take you to beat the devils, not to collect the corpses for you. They all give me a good training."

"And you, Wang Xikui, the cigarettes of labor and management are not so easy to smoke. After five days, labor and management will personally check your training results. If you still can't hit, you will give labor and management to feed the horses."

"Yes"

The crowd responded in unison.

Especially Wang Xikui, his sharp and confident eyes returned again.

At the edge of the shooting range, Zhao Gang, who watched the whole process, said with emotion: "A real tiger general, no wonder he can bring a new regiment, no wonder he can kill Sakata"

(End of this chapter)