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Chapter 621 You Blind Fool! (First Update!)

When Leng Yun called their names, the 10 soldiers felt both nervous and excited.

The reason for their excitement was that they could test the weapons and equipment in their hands. Judging from the performance of the others, the equipment was not bad at all. Compared to the difficult-to-use Type 95 rifle and the inaccurate Type 81 rifle, this weapon was much better.

The reason for my anxiety was that Chief Leng Yun had asked the group in front of me to write reflections and self-criticisms.

Compared to inspections, the soldiers present preferred to run 5 kilometers.

Running 5 kilometers won't kill you, but writing a 2000-word self-criticism, and having to write it deeply and convincingly, could really kill you.

With trepidation in their hearts, they slowly walked to their firing positions. After preparing themselves, they lay prone in their positions, waiting for Leng Yun's orders.

Leng Yun stood to the side holding the flag, looked at the target in the distance for a while, then turned back to the 10 people who had been called out, "Everyone, stand and fire!"

Upon receiving his order, the 10 men whose names were called quickly stood up, holding their grenade launchers, and aimed at the target opposite them.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Leng Yun forcefully swung down the flag in his hand, and a burst of gunfire rang out in front of the 10 people.

With the assistance of the powered exoskeleton, even when standing, and even with the grenade launcher in their hands having extremely strong recoil, the powerful performance of the powered exoskeleton still helped the soldiers present to bear all the recoil.

In the distance, the brand-new bunker was reduced to nothing but flying burlap sacks and a shattered target by the bombardment of these 10 soldiers.

Leng Yun witnessed the continuous bombardment and confirmed that the grenade launcher could accurately strike targets 1 kilometer away while standing. His smile never stopped.

After the 10 men had fired their 200 grenades, he beckoned to the group with his finger, then raised two fingers of his right hand:

"20!"

Then, he addressed the 10 people who had just finished shooting, saying, "Each of you needs to write a 2000-word reflection, understand?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the 10 people who were just excited instantly looked like they had swallowed a fly.

Leng Yun didn't lower his voice, so the excitement on the faces of the 20 people who had just stood in the shooting position instantly vanished, and they all frowned and looked miserable.

Sensing the change in these people's attitudes, Leng Yun chuckled, snapped his fingers, and then said to the 20 people:

"We started with prone positions, then moved to standing positions, and now it's time for moving shots!"

"Everyone, at your command, run!"

Upon hearing this, the wrinkles on the faces of the 20 people who had just been called out deepened, but there was nothing they could do. Leng Yun was their leader, and they had to do whatever their leader said.

Soon, the 20 people began to run slowly. Leng Yun stood beside them, watched their speed for a while, and then shouted loudly:

"Not fast enough? Get moving, increase to 20 kilometers per hour!"

At a command, the speed of these 20 people, aided by their powered exoskeletons, began to gradually increase, reaching 20 kilometers per hour.

After measuring the speed of these people with the equipment and confirming that even the slowest speed was 20 kilometers per hour, Leng Yun shouted loudly again:
"Initiate moving firing!"

Running while wearing a powered exoskeleton at a normal speed doesn't significantly affect shooting accuracy, but if the speed is increased to 20 kilometers per hour, the impact becomes quite significant.

The 20 people who were called out felt like they were being dragged along by a powered exoskeleton, being dragged along while also having to shoot.

It's almost killing me.

Although it was life-threatening, the 20 men still picked up their grenade launchers and began firing methodically.

Humans can't withstand the recoil of a grenade launcher, but powered exoskeletons can.

After firing 20 shots, the accuracy was slightly worse than when sitting or standing, but not by much. Moreover, this was a 40mm grenade launcher. Although the accuracy was slightly worse, the explosive power of the grenade made up for it.

Leng Yun studied it for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction. After nodding, he called the rest of the people together and had them stand at the firing positions to fire at a target further away.

The distance between the firing position and the target is 5 kilometers, which is only a very small dot even in a high-powered telescope.

It far exceeded the grenade launcher's maximum direct firing range, but it did not exceed the grenade launcher's maximum range.

The remaining dozens of soldiers, holding grenade launchers and looking through their scopes for a long time, still couldn't make out the target 5 kilometers away. They could only turn to Leng Yun for help.

Leng Yun put down his binoculars and spread his hands: "Don't look at me, look at yourselves. Shoot what you can, and don't shoot what you can't!"

Just when everyone thought he would say he wouldn't fight if he couldn't, a cold and ruthless voice came from his mouth:
"Those who can't reach it, go back and write a 1-word self-criticism!"

He's the boss, he's the master.

If he says he'll write a 1-word self-criticism, then he'll definitely have to write it eventually, even if the King of Heaven himself comes.

But the most terrifying thing is not that. The most terrifying thing is that if they write that 1-word self-criticism, it's equivalent to getting a bad evaluation from this man.

After this operation ends and they return to their original units, their leaders will definitely put them through rigorous training, and to the extreme.

In other words, this moment not only determines their current lives, but also their future.

Whether we live the high life or the lowly depends on today!
At that moment, they felt immense regret and hatred for themselves for not being artillerymen.

For artillerymen, a simple thumb gesture is enough to calculate the distance between the target and themselves. Based on this distance, as well as the effective and maximum range of their firearms, they can then achieve a precise strike.

As it turns out, when a few people get together, they generate a whole new set of ideas, let alone when there are dozens of people here.

Amidst the lively discussion, a solution quickly emerged.

That means having a few people, based on the information they had seen about this gun, raise the muzzle at the correct angle and fire one by one into the distance.

Until the target is hit!
The plan was quickly approved, and 10 people stepped forward. They lined up in a row, and the first person on the left pointed his gun at the target hilltop and pulled the trigger.

The grenade in the gun was fired, and after a few seconds of flight, it finally landed at the foot of the mountain where the target was located.

After he fired, the second person on the left fired, raising the angle by 10 degrees.

The trigger was pulled, and the grenade flew for a few seconds before landing halfway down the mountain.

We're still a ways from our goal, but not far off.

The third person raised the muzzle of the gun again, this time by 10 degrees.

With a bang, the grenade, carrying everyone's hopes, flew forward, flying ever forward, finally landing just below the target.

The stairwell is about 200 meters from the target.

"Raise it two degrees!" Just as the fourth person was about to fire, the person behind him pointed out the height to raise it. After hearing the number, he slowly turned around, gestured to the crowd, turned back, estimated the angle, raised it slightly, aimed at the distance, and pulled the trigger.

I don't know what temperature it is.

The angle of two degrees is very small, and it is very difficult for a normal person to distinguish.

This time, the grenade flew over the target, passing over it by about 300 meters.

"You've tilted your head too far! You've tilted it at least 5 degrees!" "Bullshit! I personally think it's only 2 degrees!"

"Next!"

The fifth person hesitated for a while before raising the gun and pulling the trigger towards the distance.

This time, he still missed the target by a little bit, but he was only about 30 meters away from it.

"Okay, don't move! Everyone else, come over here quickly and take a look at this angle!"

As the sound was heard, the remaining men quickly lined up beside him, observed the angle at which he held his gun, and then quickly turned around to face the target several kilometers away, replicating the same angle before pulling the trigger.

Dozens of people firing together created a spectacular scene.

And this spectacular scene was exactly what Leng Yun wanted to see.

These grenades, fired in a zigzag pattern, rained down on the target area, turning over the target and the ground within a 100-meter radius around it.

Leng Yun put down his binoculars and gently rubbed his throbbing temples. Just as he had thought, this gun could not only fire directly but also fire indirect fire, serving as support firepower.

It's fast, convenient, and powerful.

pretty good!
After firing the last grenade, he waved to the young soldiers, who, unaware of the dangers of the world, smiled and waved back at Leng Yun.

After waving to both sides, Leng Yun's voice rang out with a laugh: "Everyone, 2000 words of reflection from each person! Thoroughly analyze the combat mechanics of this gun and submit it by noon tomorrow."

"Disband!"

He smiled and turned to leave, while the soldiers who remained behind no longer had the joy of receiving new guns on their faces, only a look of desolation.

In the corner, Leng Yun found Lin Yi, who was slacking off, squatted down in front of him, and asked with a smile, "When will the next batch of ammunition arrive?"

"The day after tomorrow!" Lin Yi took out his phone, checked the time, and gave a time and a number: "Based on the current production efficiency, we should be able to get about 2 rounds of ammunition the day after tomorrow, 1 rounds each of 40mm and 75mm!"

"That's enough for testing!"

Hearing that there were only 2 rounds of ammunition, Leng Yun was somewhat disappointed, but he quickly dismissed his disappointment. With 2 rounds, he had 100 grenade launchers, 50 each of 40mm and 75mm, which meant each person could receive 200 grenades.

It's sufficient for dealing with certain situations.

Moreover, we can now carry not only grenades, but also machine guns.

He propped himself up on his knees and said, "Alright, you can stay here for another week. Once you've gathered enough information here, you can go back to Suzhou. Then, hurry up and get everything you need done."

"Especially tanks!"

"The Blue Army brigade has achieved remarkable test results on the grasslands recently, and I hope that the test results will also be remarkable when we go to the plateau!"

"No problem!" Lin Yi nodded, then continued to slack off.

Unfortunately, after only a short while, the soldiers who had run out of grenades and bullets slowly surrounded them.
"Director Lin, you can't be so stingy. Give me 100 rounds first. After I finish, I can tell you my real insights and experiences."

"Director Lin, I only need 50 rounds, enough to fit into two drum magazines."

"Ugh, why are you like this!"

Hearing their commotion, Lin Yi held out his right hand: "Give me the money!"

The moment money was mentioned, the previously noisy chatter immediately fell silent, and everyone chuckled and turned to leave.
"Let's go, let's go practice 5 kilometers!"

"No, I need to write my reflections!"

"Take me one!"

"Let me copy this!"

Lin Yi watched as these people left one after another, then leaned against the nearby earthen slope, closed his eyes, and continued to enjoy the breeze.

The next few days passed by very ordinary.

Leng Yun was busy arranging things at the border, Guo Song was busy coordinating, and Lin Yi was busy collecting data and feeding it back to the factory so that the factory could make adjustments and produce the adjusted equipment as soon as possible.

A week passed quietly like this. With the data collection nearly complete and the relevant documents organized, Lin Yi happily headed to the command center to bid farewell to Leng Yun and Guo Song.

However, when he arrived at the command center, he realized that something was wrong.

The group of people in the command center all looked rather grim, as if something serious had happened.

Lin Yi's gaze swept around the room, finally settling on Leng Yun. After a few seconds, he whispered to the person next to him:

"what's the situation?"

The people around him also recognized Lin Yi and knew that the equipment used in the last operation in Pakistan came from the director of the 80515 Research Institute in front of them.

He covered his mouth with his hand, turned his head away and whispered, "Just now, a mining project we are cooperating on with Pakistan in Pakistan was attacked by terrorists."

"All the people on the project have been kidnapped by terrorists."

"Then, these terrorists, and the group we took down last time, are from the same organization, namely ETIM."

"Moreover, according to Pakistani sources, there are even more people this time, probably five or six hundred."

“Besides our project, projects in other countries have also been controlled.”

This sudden news gave Lin Yi a toothache.

Pakistan can be divided into a country by the boundary between mountains and plains.

The plains have enough water to grow crops, but not much mineral.

Mountainous areas are relatively barren due to their climate, but they contain a large amount of minerals.

The areas where these minerals are located are mostly tribal areas, and the presence of terrorists makes mining particularly difficult.

In recent years, the people in the tribal areas have found that they are not capable of mining minerals, so they simply reached an agreement with the Pakistani government, which brought in mineral developers from outside, and the profits were divided according to everyone's contributions.

The reconciliation between tribal areas and the government is the last thing terrorists want to see.

So those guys have been causing trouble and hindering the progress of various projects.

I just didn't expect these guys to go all out this time. A small group of a few dozen people might not be a big deal to the Pakistani government, since the Pakistani government itself is rather abstract.

However, the presence of five or six hundred people, especially those who immediately started working on projects, put the Pakistani government in a difficult position. They had to intervene, otherwise, once those large mining companies withdrew, it would be much more costly to bring them back next time!

(End of this chapter)