Wu Qing took him to the shooting range. The Fourth Armored Infantry Company was shooting chest ring targets. The company commander of the Fourth Company looked at them and waved to them from a distance, "Oh, Lao Wu, why are you here?"

After Wu Qing passed by, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to the fourth company commander, "Lai Gen'er?"

The fourth company commander squinted his eyes and looked around, "Forget it, I'm in charge here." His eyes fell on Bai Xinyu, "The new recruit in your hand?"

Wu Qing nodded, "Company Commander Zhou, he wants to shoot a target, you can only practice the Bayi Bar."

The fourth company commander unexpectedly raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you from the third company? Why do you run here to practice shooting?"

"Isn't this just as you are here? We've just finished our business, so you can have fun with him."

The fourth company commander smiled, "That's not a problem, but I have a request."

Wu Qing said "tsk" and said, "I can't do it if I want to add food to you. I don't have that skill."

"Oh, no." The fourth company commander bluntly at his soldiers, "Show your hands to these new recruits and let them see where they are working hard."

Wu Qing paused, then shook his head, "I haven't touched the gun for a long time, I've had my hands on it."

"What are you pretending to me? Do you think I don't know you are practicing secretly. Besides, even if you really have your hands, the lean camel is bigger than a horse, our former sharpshooter can definitely open your eyes to this group of recruits."

Bai Xinyu was shocked. The sharpshooter, Squad Leader Wu, had been in the kitchen squad for a week. His only impression of Squad Leader Wu's hand was to weigh the spoon.

Squad Leader Wu glared at him, "Don't ruin me, that's a big deal. It's been so many years."

The fourth company sighed, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly: "I can't forget many years. Who made me catch up with your best time? Lao Wu, just treat it as let me relive your style back then and shoot your brother a few times."

Wu Qing was silent for two seconds, "What gun do you have here?"

"There is a 85-point sniper in front of me. I'll transfer you an 85-point sniper?"

"No need." Wu Qing stomped the smoke and poked Bai Xinyu's shoulder with his finger. "Tell you, if I lose my embarrassment, it's up to you, you have to continue brushing the plate."

Bai Xinyu was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He was skeptical and could not connect the majestic squad leader's thick hands with the sharpshooter.

The fourth company commander clapped his hands, "Stop, everyone stand up and stand attentive!"

The soldiers who were shooting the target stood up and retreated aside. The fourth company commander picked up a gun with his own hands, replaced it with a new magazine, handed it to Wu Qing, and shouted: "You all have your eyes wide open."

The moment Wu Qing raised the gun in a standard shooting posture, his whole body suddenly became different. His eyes became bright and his lips slightly pursed, and his temperament was particularly calm and calm. He fired without even calibrating the sight. It should be said that he probably did not use the sight at all. When his gun hole was aimed at the target, his instinct told him where to snatch it.

He quickly and constantly fired 10 rounds of bullets on a new target paper.

The calculation result was soon heard from the target, 99 ring!

The audience was in an uproar.

Because the arms and upper body do not have ground support to buffer the recoil, the control requirements for the gun are stricter than those of the lying posture. When in the recruits, 10 rounds of bullets can score above 70 rings, which is already excellent. When shooting at the 100-meter vertical stance, Bai Xinyu's best score is 85 rings. Yu Fengcheng scored 94 rings during the assessment, but after calibrating the sight for a long time, after firing a magazine of 30 rounds, he calculated the best 10 rounds of bullets. Wu Qing revealed this move today, and few veterans in the entire camp could do it.

When Wu Qing heard this, he frowned, not very satisfied. He said to the fourth company commander: "I said I haven't touched a gun for half a year, and you still don't believe it."

The fourth company commander patted Wu Qing on the shoulder with a little excitement, "Old Wu..." He wanted to say something but didn't say it, and finally sighed regretfully.

Bai Xinyu's eyes were flashing with admiration. The "cook" who had been silent and had suddenly become an awesome sharpshooter. Wu Qing's image suddenly became brilliant in his eyes. He rushed over and his eyes shone, "Squad Leader Wu, you are so powerful, why are you doing the kitchen squad so powerful?"

The fourth company commander glared at his eyes and thought to himself, why is this recruit so hard to speak? He can carry any pot without opening any pot.

Wu Qing's expression did not change much. He said lightly, "I'm old." He pushed the gun to Bai Xinyu, "You said you have good shooting results, let me see what's going on."

Bai Xinyu's face was a little hot. When he talked to Wu Qing today, he was a bit bragging. Besides, his grades were good, but he was only good in the recruits and veterans here, and there were many new recruits and veterans, which were much better than him. Wu Qing also shocked the audience so much. He had no face to show off. But seeing everyone looking at him, he could only grit his teeth and take the gun, lie on the ground, collector's sight, and then fired ten bullets.

“88 Ring!”

88 rings, in terms of lying posture, are not very outstanding. As long as you train diligently, almost all soldiers can achieve it, but they are quite excellent among new recruits.

Bai Xinyu looked at Wu Qing with a blank expression and was a little nervous, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wu Qing snorted lightly, "Please do it."

The fourth company commander hugged Wu Qing's shoulder, "Come on, you have nothing to do in the afternoon anyway. I will guide your soldiers and guide my soldiers as well."

"Who said I'm fine?" Wu Qing looked at his watch, "I'll have to start preparing supper later, otherwise I'll feed you something."

"If you talk about something for a while, you will just say a few words, which will not delay your time."

The fourth company commander, one-two-odd, was so polite to a non-commissioned officer in Wuqing that Bai Xinyu felt even more mysterious about their squad leader Wu. He must have had some stories before, and his curiosity was all mobilized. He was about to go back tonight and he must find someone to inquire.

Wu Qing could not resist the fourth company commander, so he had to stay. He squatted beside Bai Xinyu, correcting and teaching Bai Xinyu one by one from aiming experience, shooting posture to basic ballistics. He only said a few words. Bai Xinyu immediately realized that he was much better than Chen Jing's teaching. The knowledge accumulated by rich experience allowed him to understand the obstacles that everyone might encounter when shooting. Then he used popular language to analyze and give solutions, which made people particularly empathetic. According to what he said, he would make it work as soon as he tried.

The fourth company commander shook his head from the side, "Old Wu, how nice you said you would be an instructor."

Wu Qing said without looking back: "No, I have a bad temper." After that, he slapped Bai Xinyu on the back of the head, "Where do you listen to the ears? Listen to the wind, listen to the movements of grass, listen to the flying sand and stones, but you can't listen to the interference from the outside world."

Bai Xinyu shrank his neck and started training seriously.

That afternoon passed quickly, and Bai Xinyu was in a state of excitement. When he grabbed the gun and shot the target, he realized that this was the military life he wanted, rather than circling around the pot and vegetable fields. He could only get physical relaxation in the kitchen, but could never soothe his restless heart. He envied Yu Fengcheng, Feng Dongyuan and Qian Liang. Even if he would retire in two years, what he wanted to take away was a man's ability.

It was almost time for dinner, and Wu Qing took him back to the kitchen and suddenly returned to reality. Bai Xinyu couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Wu Qing seemed to have everything happened, and he started to do work after entering the kitchen.

Bai Xinyu took a potato and peeled it while approaching Wu Qing, "Squad Leader Wu, you used to..."

Wu Qing raised his sword and fell. The thick and heavy bone-clearing knife slammed onto the large cutting board cut out by the poplar tree, standing steadily. The blade that had just been polished was shining with silver light, which scared Bai Xinyu so much that he shook and walked away silently.

Cheng Wangwang said in a voice: "Xinyu, where did you go to play with the squad leader in the afternoon?"

Bai Xinyu was about to speak, but Wu Qing shouted, "Is there still a kung fu to chat?"

The people in the kitchen felt that Wu Qing seemed to be in a bad mood and shut up.

After dinner, Bai Xinyu sneaked out and went to find Chen Jing.

Chen Jing was quite surprised when he heard the purpose of the visit, "Do you want to ask about Squad Leader Wu?"

"Well, squad leader, do you know about squad leader Wu?"

Chen Jing shook his head, "I haven't heard much. When I first came to join the army, he was already in the kitchen. A veteran of a long time, are you getting along well?"

"It's okay, he just has a little gloomy and scary personality, but he's pretty good."

"What did he do?"

Bai Xinyu told Chen Jing about what happened this afternoon.

Chen Jing was also surprised, "It's really so awesome?"

Bai Xinyu nodded vigorously.

Chen Jing was silent for two seconds, "Don't tell anyone about this. It seems that Squad Leader Wu doesn't want to mention it. I'll ask someone to inquire and tell you in two days."

"good."

Chen Jing looked at him, "You seem to have lost a little weight?"

Bai Xinyu is a person who wants to act spoiled as soon as someone cares about it. He sighed heavily, "You're tired."

Chen Jing pinched his neck, "You are a recruit, it's time to do more work. No matter where you are, you must work hard to do your best..." Chen Jing had another ideological education, and Bai Xinyu wanted to yawn.

Bai Xinyu finished chatting with Chen Jing, and planned to go to Feng Dongyuan to talk, but will Feng Dongyuan and Yu Fengcheng meet in the same class? He couldn't tell what he was thinking, and he didn't want to meet Yu Fengcheng, but he was a little curious... Just as he was standing at the door he was hesitating, Yu Fengcheng's voice sounded behind him, "What are you doing?"

Bai Xinyu's heart suddenly jumped, and he took a step without thinking. He stepped into the dormitory without turning his head and shouted Feng Dongyuan's name.

Feng Dongyuan was chatting with his comrades, and when he saw him, he hurried over, "Xinyu, you're done."

Bai Xinyu put his arms around his shoulder and said, "Let's go and do the laundry."

Feng Dongyuan looked at him, "What about your clothes?"

Bai Xinyu blinked awkwardly.

Yu Fengcheng walked around the two of them, looked at Bai Xinyu, and said indifferently: "You are well-raised in the kitchen."

Bai Xinyu gave him a blank look, "It's very good."

A disgusting voice sounded next to it, "That must be good. You can taste all kinds of big fish and meat first. You will probably be able to gain two of you in a few months. That place is simply your paradise, right?"

Bai Xinyu didn't have to turn his head, and he knew it was the annoying Liang Xiaomao. Since he went to the kitchen team, he met Liang Xiaomao in the dormitory building and hid away twice. This boy's low-key skills are quite as good as his style back then. He only regretted that he was always at a disadvantage and could not raise his head. He could only say with a thorn in his mouth, "That's right, I don't know how cool the kitchen team is. Can you smoke and drink every day? Can you sleep when you are free? Can you have time to play cards?"

Liang Xiaomao sneered, "Oh, jealousy, you're so wise. Two years later, you've become a chef. When you go home, your parents ask you what you're doing in the army. You can show them your skills on the spot, so you're very proud of your face."

Bai Xinyu was so angry that he shivered, but he still refused to show it. He just sneered, "How great, you want to go back and show your hands, no guns or guns, so you can only turn somersaults on the spot."

Liang Xiaomao laughed and said, "Yes, how great. In addition to learning to cook, you can also learn to farm and feed pigs. Oh no, many of our brothers learn this kind of work at home. You still have to travel thousands of miles to learn from the troops in Xinjiang. What are you trying to do? Hahahaha."

A group of new recruits and veterans in the dormitory all laughed secretly.

Bai Xinyu's face turned white and white. Feng Dongyuan coughed twice and stared at Liang Xiaomao, as if he was a little angry. He gently grabbed Bai Xinyu's hand and signaled Bai Xinyu to go out with him. Bai Xinyu felt that his feet had taken root and held Feng Dongyuan's hand tightly. He knew that he would be even more joked even more when he continued to stay, but he just couldn't take his face and ran away. He really wanted to beat Liang Xiaomao's grandson.

Before he could move, Yu Fengcheng rushed forward before him and pulled Liang Xiaomao off the stool.

Liang Xiaomao widened his eyes, "What are you doing? Do you want to fight?"

Yu Fengcheng smiled and said, "How could it be? The troops are not allowed to fight."

"Then what are you doing?" Liang Xiaomao was a little nervous.

"The army is not divided into high and low. The army is a whole force. Every soldier performs his own duties to ensure that this force is effectively exerted. Therefore, whether it is the orderly soldier or the cook, they are all our comrades-in-arms. But in your eyes, the soldier of the cooking squad is the chef? Do you dare to say this in front of the squad leader or the company commander?"

Liang Xiaomao was a little guilty, "When did I say that the chef in the kitchen was...the chef."

"You have such a bad memory? Do you want me to repeat what you just said?"

Liang Xiaomao looked at Yu Fengcheng angrily and whispered: "When did you get so good?"

Yu Fengcheng said righteously: "This is a matter of principle and has nothing to do with personal relationships."
To be continued...