You've already received a first-class merit award, why are you pretending to be a new recruit a

The firing range was built on the hill behind the camp.

When the company arrived, three cordon lines had already been set up on the field.

Discipline was accompanied by two military police officers who stood outside the first line.

The passageway, waiting area, firing area, and unloading inspection area were all clearly marked with white lime.

Lei Zhan gave the command to stand at attention.

The entire company stood still, and no one dared to move.

The discipline officer stepped forward, holding a record board, his red armband with yellow lettering clearly visible.

"Listen up, everyone!"

"This is a shooting range, not a training ground."

"Every line has its rules."

"Failure to report crossing the line will result in a point deduction. Incorrect gun muzzle pointing in the firing position will also result in a point deduction. Misunderstanding the command in the firing range will result in immediate suspension of training."

He paused for two seconds and scanned the entire company.

"Fire safety errors take precedence over shooting scores."

"Anyone who dares to joke about the rules, I'll make sure they never get to touch a real gun in their lifetime."

No one in the group spoke.

Chen Jingxing, who usually loves to chime in, kept his mouth shut at this moment.

Those twenty rounds of dry-gun rehearsal that morning had already worn him down.

Now, whenever he hears the word "rules," he instinctively straightens his back.

The second class lined up in front.

Chen Fei lowered his voice.

"Did you hear everything?"

"Sun Ming."

"arrive."

"Don't expect to score points with your words. On the shooting range, no matter how good your theory is, if your hands get messed up, you'll still fail."

Sun Ming stood ramrod straight.

"Reporting to the squad leader, I will follow the procedures and will not steal anything."

Chen Fei looked around at the soldiers of the second squad.

"The whole class should conduct a self-check. From head to toe, from the slingshot strap to the shoelaces."

"Whoever messes up at this crucial moment will have to stand up and explain themselves during the post-mortem tonight."

The new recruits in the second squad immediately bent down to check their equipment.

Sun Ming tightened his belt a notch to make sure it wasn't loose.

He knew that a perfect score in theory was useless on the shooting range; discipline was judged by actual actions.

On the third class side, Zhao Hai walked up to Li Qiang.

"Li Qiang".

"arrive."

"Want to hit the bullseye?"

Li Qiang answered without hesitation.

"think."

"Put the rings down first."

Li Qiang paused for a moment, then turned to look at his squad leader.

"Squad leader, don't you look at the ring score when shooting?"

Zhao Hai pointed to the white line in front of him.

"You haven't even figured out these basic lines, so what's the point of counting the loops?"

"Today, we're not looking at results, we're looking at the rules."

"Put away your competitive spirit. Only after you've completed the entire process safely and without any mistakes are you qualified to talk about ring numbers."

Li Qiang tightened his chin.

"Yes."

He loosened his grip on the training rifle slightly.

Zhao Hai is right, now is not the time to compete on accuracy.

Wang Dashan paced back and forth in the first class's line.

"Chen Jingxing, which way are you pointing your gun?"

Chen Jingxing quickly straightened the training gun.

"Report: Absolutely safe direction."

Wang Dashan ignored him and turned to look at the back of the line.

"Bangs".

Liu Hai tensed up.

"arrive!"

Why are your hands shaking?

Liu Hai swallowed.

"Report, I've never handled a real gun before, so I'm not confident."

Just as Wang Dashan was about to speak, Xiao Longteng spoke from the side and behind.

"Look ahead."

Liu Hai immediately turned his head to the right side.

Xiao Longteng's voice wasn't loud; only a few people at the back of the line could hear it.

"Don't think of it as a real gun. Treat it like a training gun."

"Follow the instructions."

His chest heaved as his bangs fell.

"Brother Xiao, I'm afraid I've gone to the wrong area."

"Follow in the footsteps ahead."

Liu Hai looked down at the white and gray lines on the ground.

"OK."

Wang Dashan glanced at Xiao Longteng but said nothing.

With this kid at the back of the line, the safety of Class One can be guaranteed.

Discipline began by checking each recruit's movements.

From the waiting area to the firing area, and then to the unloading and inspection area.

It fully simulates the live-fire shooting process.

"Second Class, Zhao Gang, your gun-holding posture in the firing position is incorrect, and the muzzle is too high. One point is deducted."

"Third class, Liu Qiang, crossed the line without reporting. Go back and start over."

"Sixth Class, Wang Wei, your unloading and inspection procedures were not performed correctly. You are suspended from training for ten minutes."

Discipline's pen flew across the whiteboard.

Every recruit whose name was called turned pale.

Chen Fei frowned as he stood in front of Class Two.

Zhao Hai remained silent in front of Class 3, and his expression was also unpleasant.

Chen Jingxing was in the middle of the class, his palms sweating profusely.

He muttered to himself.

"This isn't target practice, it's mine clearance."

Wang Dashan turned around and glared at him.

"Shut up and clear your landmines."

It was the turn of Class One to go forward.

Li Lei was the first.

Slow movements mean no major mistakes can be found, and you pass safely.

Zhang Qiang is the second one.

As I stepped into the firing range, my toes touched the white line.

Discipline is strictly enforced.

"Zhang Qiang from Class 1, standing position is not up to standard, deduct one point."

Zhang Qiang quickly took half a step back, his face flushed red.

When Chen Jingxing went up, he was as stiff as a wooden statue.

He followed the procedure he had practiced twenty times that morning, step by step.

Holding a gun, crossing the line, reporting, pointing a gun.

No one spoke up until the unloading and inspection were completed.

After Chen Jingxing returned to the team, his chest heaved violently.

This walk was more tiring than running five kilometers.

Liu Hai is in front of Xiao Longteng.

He walked slowly, not daring to put too much weight on his right foot.

Before each line, they would pause and mutter the commands softly.

Discipline glanced at him but didn't urge him.

Liu Hai successfully completed the process, but his hands were still shaking when he returned to the team.

He smiled at Xiao Longteng and mouthed: You didn't go to the wrong place.

Xiao Longteng nodded.

It was Xiao Longteng's turn to step forward.

He walked to the firing area and stood still.

The direction the muzzle is pointing, the posture of holding the gun, and the distance between the feet are all in full compliance with the standards of the recruit training manual.

Discipline came to him.

He didn't say anything.

I walked around him once.

The height of the gun muzzle as viewed from the left.

View the finger position from the right side.

Looking at the shoulder and back posture from behind.

Three checkpoints were changed in succession.

Can't fault it.

Discipline stopped diagonally in front of Xiao Longteng.

"Redo the unloading inspection procedure."

Everyone in the class was on tenterhooks.

Chen Jingxing stared wide-eyed in the queue.

Is this a clash of discipline?

Wang Dashan's fingers were gripping the training clips, and he remained silent.

Xiao Longteng didn't ask any further questions.

"Yes."

He picked up the training rifle.

Pull the lever with your right hand and lock it backward.

Inspect the inside of the chamber.

No pop-ups confirmed.

Loosen the lever.

Fire.

Turn off insurance.

The entire set of movements was smooth and natural, without any unnecessary pauses or rushed shots.

The speed was not fast, and it was right at the point required by the instructor.

Discipline was watching his hands.

I didn't see the habitual gun-flicking motion that veterans often have.

I didn't see any signs of the special forces soldiers rapidly loading their weapons.

It was flawless.

But the movements were so precise that no one could find fault with them.

Every point of exertion was perfectly timed, without any unnecessary muscle tremors.

Discipline stared at him for another two seconds.

He had seen many veterans; some were quick in their movements, and some were skilled in theirs.

Few people can make a basic process so rigid yet so stable.

The word "discipline" was written on the record board.

Passed.

He offered no praise, nor any further comments.

"Return to the team."

"Yes."

Xiao Longteng turned around and walked back to the first class's line according to the prescribed route.

The muzzle was always kept in a safe direction.

Chen Fei, standing in front of the second squad, saw this scene clearly.

He nudged Sun Ming, who was standing next to him.

Did you understand?

Sun Ming nodded, his voice very low.

"Reporting, squad leader, he didn't rush, he didn't make a single mistake."

Chen Fei looked away.

"These are the rules. If you understand the rules perfectly, even the disciplinary officers can't do anything to you."

Sun Ming kept these words in mind.

Lei Zhan stood not far away and watched the whole thing unfold.

Discipline lingered with Xiao Longteng longer than it did with any other new recruit.

Discipline required Xiao Longteng to redo the ammunition unloading check, not to nitpick, but because he couldn't find any mistakes and had to confirm them again.

Lei Zhan touched the old scar on his chin.

This Xiao Longteng is so disciplined, you can't even find fault with him.

Can a logistics support brigade really train soldiers with this kind of quality?

All practical experience was erased, leaving only absolute standard of control.

This kind of tactical skill in suppressing instincts is something that an ordinary corporal should not possess.

After checking the discipline of the first platoon, they headed towards Company Commander Lei Zhan.

"Reporting to the company commander, all squads have completed the simulated procedure checks."

Lei Zhan nodded.

Are there many questions?

Discipline handed over the record board.

"There are problems with gun control, command response, and standardized procedures."

Lei Zhan flipped through the record board.

The list is full of deductions.

Sun Ming from Class 2 moved too fast, deducting half a point.

Li Qiang from Class 3, eager to win, crossed the line prematurely, resulting in a point deduction.

Chen Jingxing from Class 1 received no demerit points.

Liu Hai from Class 1 received no points deducted.

Lei Zhan's gaze swept downwards.

At the very bottom edge of the record board.

Three words were visible at the corner of the board.

Xiao Longteng.

There were no points deducted or comments after the name.