The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 110 Type 05 Micro-acoustic Submachine Gun
Half an hour after dinner, the assistant coach brought all the training team members to the logistics warehouse, and everyone began to distribute individual equipment, including the new light bullpup rifle that many people have been yearning for.

After receiving the equipment, Ding Xiaojun stroked the rifle in his hand back and forth excitedly. Zhang Xueqiang casually threw the rifle back and looked at Ding Xiaojun's excited look: "Xiao Hei, why are you so excited? It's as if you haven't touched it before. Like a gun."

Ding Xiaojun looked at Zhang Xueqiang and said embarrassingly: "As far as the recruits were in the company, they shot a target, and they practiced in the company for another day, and it was still eight-one bars. Since then, I haven't touched a gun."

"What, then what unit are you in? Doesn't any battalion of our Rocket Army maintain their firearms every week? You can't even touch a gun, so what kind of weapons can you usually touch?" Zhang Xueqiang didn't look surprised. He looked at Ding Xiaojun intently.

"Wrench, besides the wrench, there are all kinds of tools." Speaking of these, Ding Xiaojun couldn't help thinking of the time when he and Wei Wei held the wrench together.

"I don't know what's going on with Old Wei now. If you follow the normal practice, Old Wei should be learning to type now. I don't know if Old Wei can type thirty characters in one minute." Ding Xiaojun thought. , couldn't help laughing.

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At this time, Old Wei, who was typing in front of the computer, suddenly sneezed and pressed the wrong key with both hands. Seeing the wrong words on the screen, Old Wei stopped typing and turned to look at In front of the computer seat next to it, a first-class non-commissioned officer was sitting next to him, and he was moving the mouse back and forth pointing at the computer.

"How many times have I told you to study hard, study hard, why can't you learn something because you are playing games again?" Old Wei said to the first-level non-commissioned officer who was playing red alert.

"What's there to study? We're a pretty laid-back place, but you make it more tiring than the training of combat troops every day. You say, it's fine if you want to fight hard with others, but can we not be so embarrassing? , and holding the wrench, acting like a fool, it’s late at night, why don’t you let people relax.” The first-level non-commissioned officer still tapped the keyboard and the label back and forth with his fingers.

"You just don't make progress. If the former Xiaoding was here, you would definitely not be like you. Look at you, what you look like, you don't have any fighting spirit during the day, and your slogans are lower than girls. Those little bastards in Guanying have been defeated long ago, I'm not talking about you, if you make a little progress, you can still be laughed at by those little bastards."

"It's always Xiao Ding, Xiao Ding is always on the lips, you like that Xiao Ding so much, let him come back, why are you angry with me, let me tell you, Old Wei, I can't stay here anymore, but I want to Corey made a report, and I will be transferred back to the agency tomorrow, and I am crazy not to accompany you here."

"You..., that's fine, just go as long as you go. Here, it doesn't matter if you are here or not. If you go, I will be at peace." Old Wei said angrily to the first-rank non-commissioned officer, got up and poured water .

Picking up the water glass, Old Wei's memory opened again. He remembered that when he was practicing typing, Ding Xiaojun would fetch water and deliver it to him. Soak a fat sea in it.

Recalling the next time, fighting against the camp management every day, Ding Xiaojun and himself, when did they ever lose momentum, that is, facing a whole battalion of pull songs, the two of them didn't think about anything, they just did it.

Old Wei thought a lot, and accidentally saw the toolbox containing the large wrench. He couldn't help but think of the training he had done for this wrench. Old Wei walked to the toolbox, opened the toolbox, Looking at the large wrench lying quietly inside, Old Wei stretched out his hand and stroked the wrench: "Xiao Ding, how are you doing outside?"

Old Wei closed the toolbox again, stood up, and shook his head: "This Xiaoding has only been away for two or three days, why does it feel like I have been separated for a long, long time."

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"Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei." Zhang Xueqiang shook Ding Xiaojun's shoulder in front of Ding Xiaojun, pulling Ding Xiaojun out of his memories: "Xiao Hei, what are you thinking? You are so preoccupied."

Ding Xiaojun looked at Zhang Xueqiang earnestly: "I didn't think about anything, I didn't think about anything." After Ding Xiaojun finished speaking, he tightened the guns in his hands again.

"By the way, Xiaoqiang, this 95 seems to be different from what I read in the book. Can you explain it to me? In fact, this is the first time I have touched 95." Ding Xiaojun looked at the gun in his hand, and opened his mouth towards the gun. Zhang Xueqiang asked a question.

"I also found out that this is different from the 95 we used." After Tong Lei was transferred to the new unit, he still used the 95 rifle.

"Xiao Hei, there are a few of you, let me correct you first. First of all, this is not a Type 95 rifle, but a Type 05 submachine gun. Allotment is in place."

"As for this type of gun, I don't know much about it. I only know that in terms of concealment, the sound, smoke, and flame have been optimized, and it has almost reached the three none. Compared with the Type 95 and Type 05, the micro-acoustic submachine gun is shorter and more powerful. Lightweight, specific parameters, I think everyone will gradually understand in the future." Zhang Xueqiang explained to several people what he knew.

Not long after Zhang Xueqiang finished explaining, the teacher came over with several veterans carrying several big boxes. Ding Xiaojun looked at the big boxes, his eyes flashed with excitement: "It can't be that they are equipped with bullets for us to shoot targets. ."

"It's really hard to say." Zhang Xueqiang knew a lot about bullet boxes, and these boxes didn't look like bullet boxes.

The assistant coach walked to the front, stepped on the big box, looked at the training team members who had received their personal equipment, and said: "After two days of training, you should be very tired, so pull it down to give you some Games, if you don't practice, it will be too monotonous."

Hearing that the next game is the game, many people thought of confrontation and the like, and they all showed excitement. Ding Xiaojun thought differently from others. He thought of the eggs Han Lei gave for dinner. Ding Xiaojun was full of affirmation. 'Game' is definitely harder than training.

"Brothers, I don't think it will be a good thing, otherwise there would be such a big battle." Zhang Xueqiang looked at the entrance where the teacher brought the boxes in from the corner of his eyes, and found that there was a neat team outside.

"I think so too. Thinking about when Brother Lei gave us eggs, we won't be very relaxed. He has already told us in advance." Ding Xiaojun looked at the others and expressed his opinion.

(End of this chapter)