Soldiers Assault: Starting from the 7th Steel Company

Chapter 84 Shooting test, it’s fun only if it’s difficult!
When another day of training mission ended, everyone returned to the dormitory building covered in mud and even blood, and they were too tired to even talk.

Tuo Yonggang finally couldn't help himself and started complaining before the door was closed tightly.

"I finally understand. There's nothing to earn from these points. It doesn't matter whether they deduct them or not. They can deduct them if they want and decide whether we stay or go at will."

Wu Zhe's back was bleeding from the rubbing, but he didn't cry out in pain. "This base belongs to that evil guy, oh no, that bastard. If we want to survive here, we must adapt to their rules, even if they are bullshit."

"Yes, it's a bullshit rule!" Tuo Yonggang laughed happily.

Suddenly he saw Chengcai and Xu Sanduo already taking their washbasins to take a shower, and they didn't seem to have any intention of listening to their complaints. The anger in his heart unconsciously surged up.

"Hey, Forty-One, Forty-Two, why don't you two express your opinions?"

"What to publish?" Chengcai looked confused, and Xu Sanduo didn't know what to answer.

"Aren't you two indignant about that bastard's despicable behavior?" Wu Zhe was a little curious. Why didn't these soldiers of the 7th Steel Company complain?

"Forget it, it's useless to ask them. I almost forgot. They were so happy for a long time just because they received a training uniform that was the wrong size. Do you still expect them to be indignant? Resist? They are just a group of submissive little lambs!" Tuo Yonggang was already full of anger, and now he took it all out on them.

"Twenty-Seven, you can't say that," Chen Jiang stepped forward decisively to speak for his comrades. "We came here fully prepared. How they behave is their business. Since we're here, we just accept it! Besides, what good will complaining here accomplish? Can you really make them fall flat on their face? Don't we have to do what we need to do tomorrow?"

Chen Jiang's call made Tuo Yonggang lose his temper and also made Chengcai and others feel relieved. Tuo Yonggang complained about this and that every day. If he was in the 7th Steel Company, the company commander would definitely give him a good beating.

No, he couldn't join the 7th Steel Company at all because the 7th Steel Company would not accept soldiers who couldn't withstand the pressure.

Seeing that none of them were going to take a shower, Wu Liuyi secretly picked up the washbasin and walked outside, but was stopped by Chen Jiang, "Liuyi, is your waist okay?"

"Sure, how could I not?" Wu Liuyi replied casually, "We're all gentlemen. You ask me if my waist is okay, how am I supposed to answer?"

Everyone laughed, although they knew that Chen Jiang didn't mean that.

But after being laughed off by him, Chen Jiang was too embarrassed to continue asking, and just said with concern, "I'll rub some more medicinal wine on you when we come back!"

"Yeah. Thanks!" Wu Liuyi nodded and walked outside.

Chengcai and others also hurried over to wash.

Although Wu Liuyi tried his best to cover up while taking a shower in the bathroom, the careful Xu Sanduo still saw the shocking scene.

Wu Liuyi's back was completely rotten and his waist was severely swollen. This was no longer a problem that could be solved by medicinal wine.

"Liuyi, you must go for treatment, otherwise you will be in trouble if you continue like this."

"Keep your voice down. Do you want me to get out?" Wu Liuyi's face was serious, without any trace of his usual playful smile.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor injury. We, the men from the 7th Steel Company, can endure anything!"

After taking a shower, they returned to the dormitory. Xu Sanduo applied medicine to Wu Liuyi and gave him a massage.

"Comfortable! Yes, give it a little harder, a little bigger! Yes, right here! It feels so good!"

Wu Liuyi really enjoyed this rare rest time. All he needed was rest. As long as he could hold on until he passed the assessment period, he could slowly recover later.

That was his only thought.

"Listen upstairs, everyone. There will be a shooting test tomorrow! The results will be counted into the total score!" Qi Huang's voice was loud.

"What? Shooting test?" Tuo Yong just jumped up from the bed and bumped into the wooden board of the upper bunk, which hurt him.

But he didn't care at all and continued to ask Wu Zhe, "Isn't it that I'm hallucinating?"

Wu Zhe smiled and shook his head.

"They don't train marathon runners anymore? I thought they only trained long-distance runners."

"Hahaha!" Tuo Yonggang laughed happily.

"What's wrong with you?" Wu Zhe seemed to have gotten used to Tuo Yonggang's mischief.

"I'm the military's all-rounder with firearms. I can achieve near-perfect scores with eleven different firearms. Hehe, tomorrow I'll show them what a shooting expert is!"

"Eleven types of firearms? We have only used the Type 81 rifle, and that was a long time ago." Xu Sanduo was filled with memories.

Wu Zhe quickly dissuaded him, "Don't listen to him. Even if he's shot eleven different types of guns, tomorrow he's only going to shoot one type, and that's definitely the 95!" Tuo Yonggang nodded, "Okay, you're right! Hey, forty-two, what's that a long time ago? Didn't you just get here a few days ago?"

"I haven't touched a gun for half a year." Xu Sanduo said helplessly.

"Me too." Chengcai got angry when he talked about this. He was originally a sniper, a position that required the most bullets, but he ended up going to the fifth squad to guard the pipeline, wasting half a year in vain.

"At least you can still touch the gun, but it's not equipped with bullets. I can't even touch the gun."

"Wait a minute!" Tuo Yonggang didn't quite understand what he heard, so he came to Xu Sanduo's bed.

"Not only do you not have guns to touch, you're not even issued ammunition? Aren't you an armored reconnaissance company? How is it possible you're not conducting live-fire exercises?"

"Chen Jiang and I were guarding the barracks at the time, and then Chen Jiang went to the officer training camp. I couldn't participate in the competition alone, so I could only watch. Chengcai was in Grassland Class 5, and they weren't allowed to fire live ammunition there!"

Tuo Yonggang was dumbfounded when he heard this. It was the first time he heard such an outrageous thing. "Oh, you two are in trouble. Good shooters are fed by bullets!"

Chengcai deeply misses his days as a sniper. "When I was a machine gunner in the 7th Company, I had to fire 400 rounds of bullets a day. Thinking back to those days, it was really cool!"

"You're a machine gunner and you only fire 400 rounds? Damn it! I'm nothing, and I have to fire 600 rifle rounds by myself before breakfast! This is our appetizer, so we all choose to fire rapidly, otherwise we won't be able to make it in time for breakfast!"

Tuo Yonggang's words deeply stimulated Chengcai. "When we shoot rifles, we don't dare to use continuous fire, we only fire single bursts. Well, you are the ace airborne troops, with plenty of ammunition. I look forward to your performance tomorrow!"

Tuo Yonggang was completely unaware of Chengcai's jealousy and continued to boast, "Don't worry, I will avenge you tomorrow and leave those damned old men dumbfounded!"

The next day was the same old routine. The emergency assembly whistle started blowing before dawn.
But everyone has become accustomed to this, so the time it takes to line up downstairs is very short.

However, Yuan Lang was still not satisfied with this, saying that this was the emergency assembly standard for regular troops, and it was still too slow for Team A.

But I’m not running this morning, just like what Qi Huan said yesterday, it’s a shooting test!

This made everyone feel relieved.
As for shooting, among the 44 people here, each one is a pride of the army, so shooting is a piece of cake.

But when they arrived at the scene, everyone was stunned.

Because Yuan Lang took them to a place that was not a shooting range at all.

Just when everyone looked at each other in confusion, unable to figure out Yuan Lang's intentions, he finally showed up and explained.
"Let me explain! Our shooting is to run from here to the red flag in front. There's a 400-meter obstacle course in the middle. Then we start shooting. We have to carry weights and complete it in under three minutes! Did you understand?"

Only then did Chen Jiang realize how ruthless Old A was. Although his sensing distance did not allow him to know the specific situation at the shooting range, he could guess that the gun must have been completely disassembled.

In the military, completing a 400-meter obstacle course in 1 minute and 30 seconds without carrying any weight is already a top-notch expert, while assembling a completely disassembled Type 95 automatic rifle takes at least 10 seconds. Now, while carrying a weight, one has to use the remaining time to complete the firing of 30 bullets in an extremely tired and tense state while ensuring accuracy, especially under such visual conditions. This is really unimaginable.

The first group quickly rushed out, and then waited for a long time before someone started shooting. From the sound of the gunfire, it was clear that something was very wrong.

Because excellent shooters pay great attention to rhythm when shooting, the gunshots also have a certain rhythm. This is similar to shooting three-pointers. If the shots are in order, they will be one after another, but if the rhythm is messed up, the hit rate will be relatively poor.

Soon, the loudspeaker reported the target results of the first group. Among the 9 people, only one person hit the target with three shots, while the others had not used up all their bullets.

One of them even missed the target completely and hit nothing.

Yuan Lang's face turned pale and he ordered the next group to come up!
"This is so embarrassing! This shooting range has never seen such a terrible score! Are you all so bad? If no one can get a passing score of 24 out of 30, breakfast will be cancelled for everyone today!"

"report!"

"Well, Forty-four, what do you want to say?" Yuan Lang knew that Chen Jiang's shooting skills were extraordinary. After all, he was the one who won the first place in the group army shooting competition.

"I'd like to ask, if I can get a passing score, what kind of reward will I get?"

Chen Jiang has always been relatively low-key and tolerant in the queue, so he has received fewer points deducted. But today he actually dared to actively challenge Yuan Lang's authority, which is very interesting.

Yuan Lang was stunned for a moment, then said, "Okay, if you can do this, I can agree to any of your requests. Of course, it's only within my ability!"

"Okay, keep your word!"

Chen Jiang was ready for the sprint.

When Yuan Lang shouted "start", Chen Jiang and his group immediately rushed out like an arrow from a bow, and Yuan Lang showed a barely perceptible smile behind them.

(End of this chapter)