Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

Hearing this, the faces of some soldiers showed complacency. Qiao Lin was right, they really thought so.

"But that's just one of the reasons. Another reason is to save bullets."

As Qiaolin spoke, he took out a bullet from his pocket, pinched it with two fingers, and waved it in front of the soldiers.

"Everyone knows that our equipment is backward. The guns and knives in your hands are also seized from the little devils. Due to technical reasons, the military factory of our Eighth Route Army cannot produce special bullets for horse rifles for the time being, so your hands Every bullet in it is extremely precious."

"I calculated the number of bullets seized this time. Each person can get about [-] rounds. Does this number sound huge? According to the ammunition standard of the army, during the battle, the amount of ammunition for each infantry soldier Ten rounds, and three rounds during the non-combat period. Compared with infantry, we are indeed very rich."

"But have you ever thought that these two hundred rounds of ammunition will be all your belongings before the military factory has no production capacity, and every time you use it, you will lose one round?"

Qiaolin used data as an example to remind the soldiers how important these bullets are.

"If you want to shoot with live ammunition, it will be calculated as [-] rounds per person each time. After a few times, the bullets will run out. Then I would like to ask you, when the time comes to the battlefield, what do you use to shoot? Do you empty the gun? ?”

"Think about it from another angle, every bullet you knock out on the training ground means one less bullet to destroy the enemy, so live ammunition shooting not only wastes bullets, but also gives the little devil a chance to live in disguise .”

Qiao Lin's focus at the moment was on how to let the soldiers know the importance of saving bullets, but he couldn't do anything about it.

The conditions of the Eighth Route Army were so harsh that even bullets became a luxury item. If there was enough ammunition, he didn't mind letting the soldiers pick up their guns and fight as much as they could.

"Instructor Qiao, I have a question!"

Sun Desheng raised his hand suddenly.

"Please say."

As soon as Qiao Lin stretched out his hand, he knew that Sun Desheng had started to leave according to his plan.

"The old chief of my former army said that the marksmanship of good soldiers is fed by bullets. Since we want to train marksmanship, how can we practice without bullets?"

Sun Desheng boldly raised his doubts.

The soldiers all looked at him with admiration.

Ever since Qiao Lin conquered everyone with his strength, everyone's mentality towards him has completely turned into obedience. Everyone also admires this kind of person who dares to question the instructor face to face.

"Company Commander Sun, you are very careful in observing the problem. This question is right on point. If it were someone else, this might be a real problem, but I am an instructor of the majestic cavalry company. Practice good marksmanship."

While praising Sun Desheng, Qiao Lin also boasted a little.

His words immediately aroused everyone's curiosity. It was unheard of to practice marksmanship without bullets.

"Sharp marksman is not born, even the best marksmanship can be practiced. I researched it. There are three elements of good marksmanship, steady, accurate and fast."

Everyone has seen Qiao Lin's marksmanship. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a sharpshooter, so no one doubts his words.

"Steady means to hold the gun steadily, accurate means to aim accurately, and fast means to shoot quickly. If these three points can be met, as long as you are not blind, there is almost no problem in hitting the target with one shot."

As Qiaolin said, he suddenly grasped the gun hanging on his shoulder, raised his left arm at the same time, placed the gun on it, aimed, and then pulled the trigger, making a "bang" sound in his mouth, imitating the sound of a gun being fired.

The whole set of movements was smooth and neat, and the back and forth process did not take more than a second, which made the soldiers chuckle secretly.

Anyone who is not a fool can understand it, and a person who can make such proficient movements must not be bad at marksmanship.

"Among these three points, quickness is the ability to react. This is easy to do, and it must involve the limitations of several related conditions. I will explain it to everyone in the later training. What everyone needs to do now is to be stable. Next I announced the start of the training, with a gun, and no one was allowed to stop until I called to stop."

One moment Qiao Lin was still explaining the knowledge about shooting, and the next moment he suddenly announced that the training had begun. This caught the soldiers who were still digesting the theoretical knowledge a little off guard. After a while, they raised their left arms and put the guns on it. .

"Straighten your waist and raise your left arm. I know you used to be infantry, but now you are cavalry. You can no longer use the infantry standing shooting posture. On horseback, this action will affect the speed of your shooting. and precision."

After Qiao Lin took a glance, he found that the soldiers were habitually bowing their waists and bowing their heads, and even deliberately turned their upper bodies to the side. They were all standard infantry shooting movements, so he quickly corrected them.

"Keep this position and don't move."

"Keep the grip tight, or a single shot will blow the gun away."

"Keep your eyes on the front sight on the barrel."

. . . . . .

Qiao Lin walked into the team, constantly reminding the soldiers of the points that need to be paid attention to.

A horse rifle doesn't weigh much and weighs a few kilograms. At first, the soldiers didn't find it difficult.

But as time passed, the feeling of torment swept over again.

Keeping the posture of holding the gun still is a test of the stability and endurance of the human body, and the training in the morning has exhausted the physical strength of the soldiers. At this time, the gun in the hand seems to be heavy.

For these fighters who have just started training, it is impossible to really stay still.

After a few minutes, someone started shaking.

It was the arms that shook first, then the legs, and then the whole body.

But Qiao Lin didn't yell to stop, and no one dared to put down the gun without authorization.

Just when the soldiers' bodies were about to shake out afterimages, Qiao Lin finally called to stop.

At that moment, everyone felt lucky to survive the catastrophe.

But before I was happy for a long time, a new problem appeared.

Although the gun was put down, many soldiers found that their left arm could not move.

Although the brain has given the command to drop the arm, this arm seems to have entered a rebellious period, and it does not obey the command at all, just holding it like that.

Those who were able to put it down didn't feel much better. In addition to the sharp pain in the shoulder, the muscles in the forearm also began to swell, and they twitched rhythmically.

"Comrades who can move help, rub their shoulders and press down their arms. If the shoulder hurts, you can rub it, and if the forearm is swollen, you can pinch it."

Without the soldiers asking for help, they immediately saw the problem when they got up, and gave a solution.

This kind of thing happened often when I was training Dark Blade.

It is no exaggeration to say that during the training period, as long as it is not a man-made accident, he knows exactly what kind of reaction the soldiers' bodies will have.

"Rest for 5 minutes, and then start the one-handed training, the standard is the same."

Qiao Lin didn't go forward to ask for warmth, but gave another order that made everyone feel cold.

One-handed shooting is more difficult than the stand-up gun.

The spear-holding pose is at least the cooperation of two arms, and the one-handed pose can only rely on the right arm, which is a huge test of arm strength.

Chapter 450 Nine

In less than 5 minutes, the muzzles of all the soldiers' guns, which were originally held flat, were all pointed downwards.

"What are you doing? This is what you're doing? You can't hold on for just a few minutes? How can you ride on the battlefield like this? You can't even hold your guns! Lift up your guns and make them parallel to your shoulders!"

Under Qiao Lin's stern reprimand, the soldiers gritted their teeth and raised their guns again, each shaking harder than the touch points.

It's really tiring!

Beads of sweat slid down one by one. Although the gun was raised with the right hand, everyone was clenched with the left fist, and the palms were bleeding from the fingernails.

Some soldiers even bit their lips, and they couldn't hold on without being stimulated by pain.

"stop!"

Jolin finally ordered.

At that moment, the gloomy sky became clear again, and the gentle breeze blowing on his face was so gentle.

It turns out that the time without training is so beautiful.

"The training in the morning is over. Everyone goes back to eat. After eating, there is a half-hour rest time, but I don't recommend you to sleep, unless you are sure that you can get up after lying down."

After Qiao Lin finished speaking, he took the lead and walked towards the village, leaving behind a group of soldiers to peek at each other, and they all saw something called bitterness on each other's faces.

They found that the instructor was not telling the truth.

Before the training started, although Qiao Lin admitted that his training method would be very hard and the intensity would be high, he did not explain how hard or high it was.

It wasn't until they experienced it for themselves that this kind of training was more difficult than going to the battlefield to fight, and it was more difficult than going to battle to kill the enemy.

"Comrades, don't give up! Although this training is very torturous, imagine, if we can persevere, then going to the battlefield is still a thing? Isn't war just like playing?"

Sun Desheng felt that some people had already developed a fear of training, so he quickly started to cheer.

"Don't you all want to become stronger? Think about Instructor Qiao, how strong he is. On the battlefield, such a person can deal with a squadron of little devils by himself. How powerful, but he also survived step by step like us. Come here, don't give up!"

Sun Desheng raised his numb right arm, waved his fist and shouted.

"The company commander is right. We are all men, and we are all men. If we are men, we are not afraid of hardship. What is this kind of training? Isn't it just sweating and suffering a little bit? Stabbing should be easy, Instructor Qiao also said, as long as you get through these few days, it will become easier and easier in the future."

Chen Youjin also said quickly.

With the encouragement of several leaders, the soldiers gradually regained their confidence, especially with a living example like Qiao Lin in front of them, everyone's desire to become stronger was even higher.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

The soldiers encouraged each other, supported each other, and walked towards the village swayingly.

Jolin was already helping the soldiers prepare lunch.

On the training ground, he is a strict instructor.

But when he got off the training ground, these were all his comrades.

He can't share the pain of training for the soldiers, but he can help take care of their lives.

The staple food is steamed corn bread, and the only dish is cabbage.

Qiaolin deliberately made the stewed cabbage thinner and added more salt.

I sweat too much during training and my body lacks water. Without meat and other high protein to replenish energy, I can only replenish water and salt as much as possible.

Due to the arrival of Qiao Lin, the cavalry company became the first unit in the Eighth Route Army to talk about health preservation and nutrition.

"Instructor Qiao, your cooking skills are really good, this soup is really delicious!"

Wang Dahammer beat a bowl of stewed cabbage, dried up the soup in one breath, smashed it and said.

"It's not because I'm good at cooking, it's because you guys are hungry, let go and drink, the soup is enough!"

Qiao Lin said with a smile, and added a few more scoops of water to the pot, and sprinkled a pinch of salt.

Seeing the soldiers eating with gusto, Qiao Lin felt sad for a while.

The conditions of the Volunteer Army are already tough enough. The soldiers can only eat fried rice and fried noodles with snow.

But the Eighth Route Army was fighting in the local area, and it was hungry and full. The staple food was only cornmeal steamed buns, and they couldn't even eat white noodles.

What a group of respectable predecessors, if not for your persistence, how could the prosperity of the motherland and the people's living and working in peace and contentment be possible.