RPAGF Chapter 0049: We can't let anyone steal our man.
Chapter 0049: We can't let anyone steal our man.
What was a grueling subject for the soldiers of the 7th Company was actually as ordinary as a daily meal for Zheng Yingqi and his comrades.
That's right!
It was just as ordinary as a home-cooked meal, because this was just an appetizer.
After Meng Jianguo announced the start of the assessment, the six people who had completed the ammunition selection did not go directly to the firing position. Instead, they ran for a kilometer before entering the firing position.
"This is their training requirement. They have to do some exercises before each design session." A soldier from the first platoon explained to the other platoons with a boastful tone. It was a sense of collective honor—no matter how much the three squads in the first platoon competed, they were still the first platoon!
It's an honor to be a part of it!
Gao Cheng was very interested in Meng Jianguo's request. While the six people taking the test were running, he thoughtfully said to Hong Xingguo, "Instructor, do you think we should also do some vigorous exercise before each live-fire exercise?"
"Starting from actual combat?" Hong Xingguo immediately guessed Gao Cheng's meaning.
"Well, think about it. We're scouts. In actual combat, we can't just wait for the enemy to tire themselves out. Sometimes we need to march quickly before we get to the battlefield. We can't march quickly and then spend half a day without being able to hit a target, can we?" Gao Cheng's words made more and more sense. Hong Xingguo thought about it and agreed that what Gao Cheng said made perfect sense.
On the field, the six people being assessed took their positions and then the gunshots rang out in an orderly fashion.
Gao Cheng wasn't interested in watching because he paid extra attention to the training team and knew their skill level. Hong Xingguo, however, was watching for the first time and was watching the targets with great interest through his binoculars. As the targets fell one by one, he exclaimed in surprise, "Excellent! Such a long distance, such a high firing rate, and they all hit the target! Wow, Zheng Yingqi finished so quickly?"
As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the time: 33 seconds!
The exact time will definitely be shorter than 33 seconds!
"So fast?"
This isn't a fixed target where you just need to move the muzzle to aim after each shot. These are targets that are randomly erected within a limited area, and each target is erected for three seconds. At such a distance, from searching to aiming to firing, it only takes three seconds!
"Normal speed, normal speed," Gao Cheng said calmly, but the smile on his lips was very unrestrained. He was now extremely regretful that he hadn't brought his colleagues over. If they were here, how wonderful that would be.
However, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, no rush—there will always be a time when they will be utterly defeated.
After the shooting was completed, the clerk announced the results of the six people. Zheng Yingqi was undoubtedly the first with a time of 31.23 seconds. The worst time was 38.37 seconds, a result that almost blinded the soldiers of the 7th Company. If it were them, they probably wouldn't be able to hit the target even in two minutes.
That's right, all six of them hit the target perfectly; not one of them missed.
The second assessment began immediately afterward.
Wu Liuyi then provides some "education," explaining the second test:
"The second test is kneeling shooting at a moving target at 500 meters. All the moving targets are held up by people and move at an uneven speed in the safety pit. Each shot has a time limit of 7 seconds, and there are a total of 3 targets and 5 shots."
It is said that in special forces, this is called trust shooting, where the soldier holding the target is not in a safe pit, but on the ground.
"This is quite difficult. Under constant speed conditions, the lead is easy to determine, but under non-constant speed conditions, the lead is much harder to determine, especially at a distance of 500 meters—I remember the effective range of the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle is 400 meters, so 500 meters is already over 100 meters! If it were the Type 85 sniper rifle, it would be easier!"
Some veterans muttered that the bullets for the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle are 7.62*39mm, which are shorter than the machine gun bullets for the Type 85 sniper rifle. The longer the bullet, the greater the energy and the more accurate it is. This test is simply hellish!
"This kneeling position is a real pain!" Bai Tiejun, speaking on behalf of the new recruits, said that kneeling and prone positions are two completely different levels of difficulty, especially at a distance of 500 meters. At such a distance, even the slightest movement of the hand can cause the rifle to deviate by several centimeters or even more than ten centimeters!
Whether it's the Type 56 semi-automatic shooting at a 500-meter moving target with uneven speed, or kneeling shooting, the impact on the soldiers is enormous. It feels like you're still in the newbie village, and then you turn around and realize, wow, someone next to you has already cleared the hellish dungeon and been announced to the world.
Is it difficult to run 500 meters while kneeling?
Of course it's difficult!
But if you practice holding a gun for two hours every day, with a spent cartridge case on the muzzle, you'll find that the difficulty isn't so bad after you get used to it—provided you can get used to it and develop muscle memory!
"Old Gao, is this going to work?" Hong Xingguo hadn't expected it to be this difficult. As the political instructor of the Seventh Steel Company, Hong Xingguo was certainly not just all talk. In fact, most political instructors had relatively excellent military skills. He was surprised and incredulous because he understood this.
"Whether they can do it or not depends on their results," Gao Cheng said casually, but he couldn't suppress his pride. There was nothing he could do; he knew these guys were good, and he knew they were that good.
Zheng Yingqi moved into the firing position. Upon hearing Meng Jianguo's command, he immediately moved into the firing position, kneeling and aiming at the area 500 meters away. In the scope, the human-shaped target was moving irregularly. After locking onto the target, he slightly moved the muzzle, shifting the crosshair slightly towards the chest of the human-shaped target. He did this by feel.
Bang
He decisively pulled the trigger.
The human-shaped target fell down.
First shot, hit!
Meng Jianguo deliberately timed Zheng Yingqi's shot. Although he didn't use a timer, he still roughly confirmed the time it took Zheng Yingqi to fire from aiming to firing—4.2 to 4.6 seconds. Compared to professional snipers, this is nothing, but for a soldier who has only received two months of training, this result is incredible!
The more this happened, the more regretful he felt. A soldier like that should have followed him to the regimental headquarters to become a sniper!
Bang
Bang
Zheng Yingqi fired two more shots afterward, then put the gun away, checked it, and removed the two bullets from the gun.
"Holy crap! Three shots, three hits?"
"My God, is that all? Less than 20 seconds?"
"Twenty seconds? He never even lasted five seconds!"
The soldiers of the 7th Company nearly had their eyes pop out of their sockets. They knew this exercise was difficult—if it weren't difficult, the others wouldn't still be shooting, and if it weren't difficult, they wouldn't have thought from the moment they heard the rules that probably only Zheng Yingqi could hit three out of five shots.
But damn it, how did you manage to hit the target three times out of three?
Are you sure you're holding a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle and not an Type 85 sniper rifle?
Hong Xingguo was speechless with shock. Zheng Yingqi hit the target three times in three shots, and the time was so short that it was astonishing. The other five people were still shooting—they had just finished shooting, but their final score was only two out of five shots, with the worst one missing the target completely.
He could understand that the shot missed, and he wouldn't blame Gan Xiaoning. After all, it had only been two months, and the weapon he was using was only a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle with an effective range of 400 meters. But how could Zheng Yingqi hit the target three times out of three? And in the shortest time?
"This kid... is good!" After a long pause, Hong Xingguo exclaimed, "He's a treasure!" Then, remembering Meng Jianguo's identity, he quickly told Gao Cheng:
"Old Gao, you'd better keep a close eye on this kid. Don't let Sergeant Meng poach him! No, I have to go and talk to him. Such a good soldier must stay in the Seventh Company, he absolutely has to stay in the Seventh Company!"
The more Hong Xingguo talked, the more nervous he became. He wished he could rush down and pull Zheng Yingqi aside to give him a heads-up. At the same time, he regretted not paying attention earlier. Although he knew Zheng Yingqi was excellent, he didn't expect him to be this excellent!
"Old Hong, calm down," Comrade Gao Cheng, the "calm and collected" company commander, pulled Hong Xingguo back. "Squad Leader Meng has already poached people!"
"What? They've already poached him?" Hong Xingguo became even more excited. Good heavens, Meng Jianguo is a "gun king," a senior sergeant and ace of the regiment. If they were to poach him, it would mean going directly to the regimental headquarters—not to mention the hardships, even the worst job would be similar to the Seventh Company. But how many opportunities does the regimental headquarters offer? Being in front of the commanders every day, there are just too many opportunities!