Songhu: Never Give Up

Chapter 39: Establishing Authority (Seeking Follow-up Reading)

At the shooting training ground of the Second Battalion, a group of soldiers ran to the target. Following the order given by the platoon leader on duty of the Second Company, rows of gunshots rang out. This was the Second Company conducting live-fire shooting training.

Since Battalion Commander Yue took office, they have organized live-fire shooting every week, which was unimaginable before.

This is not target practice, this is a waste of money. No army would dare to waste money like this!
“五号靶位，10环、10环、8环、9环、9环！”

"Target number six, 9 rings, 10 rings..."

The second company commander Ai Jian couldn't hide a smile on his face. Although they consumed more bullets during this period, the improvement in performance was also obvious. It seemed that what the battalion commander said was right, sharpshooters were fed by bullets.

Compared to the company commander's resistance to Yue Qianli, he was extremely satisfied with the new battalion commander. Not to mention the two taels of meat he ate every day, the training bullets he had worked so hard to make alone made him smile from ear to ear.

This is not just one round, there are two more rounds to come. Each rifleman has 15 rounds of bullets, and the machine gunner has two magazines. In addition, each person has to throw two grenades. The ammunition consumption in just one training day is enormous.

"Company commander, the battalion commander is coming!"

The signalman reminded him excitedly. He turned around and saw that it was Yue Qianli who came with the battalion's training staff. Ai Jian hurried over to report:
"Reporting to the battalion commander, the second company is conducting live-fire shooting training. Please give your instructions."

This set of rules was naturally brought over by Yue Qianli from later generations. Although formalism is undesirable, sometimes form is also content, and regularization is also part of the combat effectiveness of the troops.

"Keep training!"

After Yue Qianli gave the order, he asked Ai Jian about the training situation. Ai Jian quickly replied:
"The brothers' scores have improved significantly, and most of them are above 8 rings, and the bombing success rate has reached %."

Yue Qianli nodded and said:

“Although we often have to hit moving targets on the battlefield, hitting fixed targets is the foundation. If the foundation is not solid, the earth will shake;
The training should be gradual. After next month, we will start shooting at moving targets. We should make a summary after each shooting. Every shot should be effective. Bullets are precious! "

"We understand this. One bullet is a day's ration for ordinary people. Only by following you, the battalion commander, can we make bullets so hard. The brothers all remember your kindness."

Captain Ai took the opportunity to flatter someone, who said with satisfaction:
"Just don't call me a loser behind my back."

"They dare? I'll skin them alive!"

Ai Jian said indignantly, completely forgetting what he had just said in his heart, but he just liked this kind of prodigal son.

Yue Qianli laughed and scolded:

"I think I'll start with you. Don't think I don't know. I can read minds."

Ai Jian glanced at Yue Qianli guiltily, then changed the subject and said:
"How dare I, I can't even joke like that!

I heard that the battalion commander took first place in the overall score at West Point, and his marksmanship is amazing, how about you show your skills to the brothers?"

Yue Qianli's hands just happened to be itching. It seemed that all soldiers had this problem. Their hands would itch when they heard gunshots, and they would want to practice shooting themselves when they saw others doing so. Old Yue was no exception.

"Ai Jian, I heard that you are good at shooting. How about we compete?"

Ai Jian quickly waved his hand and said:
"Captain, you are using me as a training ground. How dare I compete with you!"

"Okay, you've been wanting to fight me for a long time, right? I'll give you a chance today."

Ai Jian laughed and said:
"Since the battalion commander has done me the honor, I will practice with you." When everyone heard that the company commander wanted to compete with the battalion commander in shooting, they immediately cheered. The veteran soldiers even made bets privately. Some bet on the battalion commander to win, and some bet on the company commander to win, but no one bet with Yang Shiyuan.

"You are so talented, are you afraid of losing to me?"

Yang Shiyuan said arrogantly, and an old soldier said disdainfully:
"They think your feet are too smelly. If they lose, you'll be suffocated to death when they wash your socks."

"After saying so much, are you still afraid of losing to me?"

The old soldier continued to insult him:
"How can it be the same? If I bet with others, at most I'll just wash my stinky socks, but if I bet with you, I'll bet my life!"

Everyone laughed after hearing this. Yang Shiyuan said proudly instead of feeling ashamed:

"This is a poison gas bomb. I'll just throw it at the Japanese from now on."

It was good to have some activities occasionally on the training ground. Seeing that everyone was cheering happily, Yue Qianli said loudly:
"Have you guys made your bets? You can bet on washing stinky socks, underwear, or cleaning toilets. If anyone dares to bet, I will make him clean all the toilets in the camp."

After hearing this, everyone burst into laughter again and someone immediately reported the gamblers. Ai Jian looked and saw that they were indeed two veteran soldiers in the company. He immediately announced that they would be responsible for the company's toilets for a month.

The two veterans' faces immediately grew long. Now the two brothers could have a good competition of toilet cleaning skills.

Since he is preparing to show off his skills in front of the officers and soldiers of the Second Company, the difficulty will be increased appropriately. But he cannot abuse the Second Company Commander too harshly. He still has to lead the troops. After all, Ai Jian is not Robert.

The last two people competed in shooting at a 150-meter target in a standing position. This was much more difficult than shooting at a 100-meter chest ring target in a prone position, and it was enough for him to establish his reputation.

The rule is that each person shoots 5 bullets, and the winner is determined by the total number of rings. After the support team moves the chest ring target back 50 meters, the two begin the competition.

Ai Jian was a good marksman among the seventh batch of students in the school, and he had participated in many actual combats, so he was not psychologically afraid of Yue Qianli;

There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Hundreds of brothers are watching, and he thinks that he can't let the battalion commander lose face too much, just win him by one ring.

"Ai Jian, don't even think about letting me win. I won't fall for it. Let me fight you first and let you find the gap!"

Yue Qianli seemed to have guessed his thoughts. Hundreds of brothers were watching, especially the veteran soldiers, who would not tolerate any grain of sand in their eyes.

After making preparations, Yue Qianli raised his gun and started shooting. His shooting rate was very fast and he shot in one go. Before others could react, he had run out of bullets.

The support team begins reporting targets:
“10环、10环、10环、10环、10环！”

Everyone was stunned. They had heard before that their battalion commander was very strong, but they didn't expect him to be so abnormally strong. After he showed this skill, those old soldiers who were usually very troublesome looked at him with awe in their eyes.

Even the expression on Ai Jian's face became serious. The battalion commander was so strong that he was abnormal. He actually wanted to let him do something. Now it seems that the battalion commander was saving face for him!
Soldiers have always admired the strong. After Yue Qianli showed this skill, no one in the Second Company would question his training anymore. If you have the ability, you can do better than him.

Ai Jian sighed softly, and then fired one shot after another. Although his speed was not as fast as Yue Qianli, he was more calm. After all, not everyone can reach the level of Yue Qianli...

“10环、10环、10环、9环、9环！”

The applause rang out again, and Yue Qianli smiled faintly. It seemed that his choice was right.

(End of this chapter)