Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

Thirty shots were fired, and soon the sound of target reports came through the walkie-talkie: "Target number one, twenty-six hits; target number two, thirty hits."

Unlike fixed targets, concealed targets are made of thin steel plates with paper targets. The target pops out in a short time, leaving the shooter with little time to aim. The target also shakes slightly when it pops out, and the bullet holes on the target paper are easily deformed, making it difficult to accurately determine the ring score.

Therefore, the number of targets is usually considered when determining whether a target is visible or hidden, simulating the concept of hitting the enemy first on the battlefield.

Gao Cheng was taken aback, then lightly kicked Zhang Anbang's butt. "Goodness, Xiao Qi, you've got too big for your britches, haven't you? You don't even give your company commander any face."

"Company commander, this is just my normal level. I should have missed a few shots to save you some face." The two said with a laugh.

Gao Cheng waved his hand, "Get lost, do you think I'm a sore loser? Next time there's a competition, you go too. With your marksmanship, you'd be lucky to get a top-two finish."

"Sure," Zhang Anbang agreed without any modesty.

Gao Cheng immediately followed up, "You said it, don't forget, you'll lead the team next time."

He then turned to the entire company of soldiers and said, "Your deputy company commander really showed you what he's got, he beat your company commander to a pulp. Now it's up to you. Whoever can catch up to your deputy company commander will be commended."

The soldiers were eager to perform, whether for a reward or to prove themselves. They had to do their best; the men of the Steel Seventh Company were not ones to back down.

The final result was a bit of a pity; Takagi's reward wasn't given out. Not to mention, there aren't many people who hit the target more than Takagi with 26 shots.

……

With all training exercises completed, the entire company returned to its base, marking the official end of this comprehensive day-and-night training exercise.

The afternoon sun shone warmly on the soldiers, who were covered in mud and looked tired, yet still maintained their orderly ranks.

Gao Cheng stood at the front of the group, scanning the young faces, and said in a heavy but powerful tone: "Everyone performed very well in this day-and-night training, and all subjects were passed."

This demonstrates the outstanding qualities of our Steel Seventh Company, but I must remind everyone that passing today does not guarantee victory tomorrow. On the battlefield, only the strong survive.

Zhang Anbang added, "The company commander is right. We did very well in this training, but we also exposed some problems. The emergency assembly time was a little slower than before. The new recruits need to integrate quickly, and the squad leaders need to provide more assistance."

Some soldiers lack tactical awareness, and there is room for improvement in their teamwork and coordination.

There is still much room for improvement in shooting performance, whether visible or concealed. We must remember that we are no longer in the era of millet and rifles. We have no shortage of bullets, and we should strive to eliminate an enemy with every bullet.

The concept of absolute accuracy and relative speed is good, but remember that striking the enemy first has a great advantage. We should pursue relative accuracy and absolute speed.

In a battle between two sides, if the opponent is hit by the first shot, their combat effectiveness will definitely decrease. We need to practice this more with our concealed and revealed targets.

Gao Cheng listened to Zhang Anbang's words thoughtfully. "Relatively accurate, absolutely fast"—this concept contrasts sharply with the current training goals of the troops. At first glance, it sounds good, but it doesn't seem to fit the current combat distances and equipment.

However, now is not the time to discuss this. I guess Xiaoqi was thinking about the hidden target incident earlier and brought this up. After all, the reason why the hit rate of the hidden target warrior is low is that it takes too long to aim and the firing is too slow.

Gao Cheng stepped forward and said, "The deputy company commander is right, but as soldiers of the Steel Seventh Company, my requirement is to be accurate and fast. We will not lack bullets for you to fire. In fact, we will make you fire until you are sick of it. What you need to do is to practice your marksmanship."

Next, we will intensify our targeted training, perfecting every detail to ensure that our Steel Seventh Company remains an elite force that can be summoned at any time, fight effectively, and win decisively!

"Steel Seventh Company, Steel Seventh Company, Steel Seventh Company!" the soldiers roared.

Zhang Anbang also began to ponder what he had just said. The current training philosophy is absolute accuracy and relative speed. In his previous life, the Armed Police Force was the first to conduct a rapid shooting pilot program in 2016.

For the first time, the core concept of absolute speed and relative accuracy was clearly put forward: to fire first and eliminate the enemy.

In 2018 and 2019, a pilot program was launched in the Armed Police Corps of Jilin and Hainan. Expert Liang incorporated the concept and formed the 7-4-2 rapid reaction shooting training system, which was then gradually promoted throughout the army.

It is indeed quite different from the current concept, especially since the current conditions make it impossible to carry out 742 rapid reaction shooting training.

Whether it's the shooting distance, the inherent limitations of equipment and training grounds, or the lack of training resources and support, they all fall short. Because after shooting at the hidden and visible targets, he blurted out that it was too fast, but Gao Cheng covered for him, saying they'd talk about it later.

……

Time galloped on again, and several months passed quickly.

As for the Seventh Company, Bai Tiejun, who was sent to the regimental training team, has returned. Well, not bad. His enthusiasm for training has improved somewhat, but it won't last long. I guess this kid is determined to go home after two years.

Gan Xiaoning often complained about him because of this, "Bai Tiejun, look at all the things you've done. None of them deserve the title of Tiejun. Your name is really a case of filling in what you lack."

To this, Bai Tiejun chuckled, "Master, it's already the new millennium! We can't rely on feudal superstitions! Besides, when my father gave me this name, it was to commemorate the troops who fought in the Sino-Vietnamese War!"

"What? Uncle participated in that? Wow, the age really does match! I didn't expect you, Old Bai, to be such a model citizen. Your performance was even worse."

Gan Xiaoning sometimes unconsciously slips in a phrase or two of Tangshan dialect.

Bai Tiejun scoffed, "Hey, no! But there's one in our village who actually fought in the war!"

"Forehead."

……

It's already the end of August. Although we're still clinging to the tail end of summer, the highest temperature is only around 28 or 29 degrees Celsius, and the mornings and evenings are already cool like autumn.

The grass on the hillside was still a fairly solid green, but it had lost its tender emerald hue, and some of the leaf tips had already turned slightly yellow. When the wind blew, the grass rippled, carrying a sweet fragrance of grass and wildflowers. Unlike the sweltering heat of July, the wind felt cool and refreshing on my face, like drinking a bottle of ice water on a sweltering summer day—very comfortable.

A jeep was speeding through this vast and beautiful landscape, kicking up a trail of dirt and causing considerable damage to the scenery.

The driver and passenger windows were both rolled down, and a hand holding a cigarette hung limply by the window.

Zhang Anbang, who was returning from running errands, was going to deliver some documents to the regimental headquarters.

"Time flies. It's been over a year since I joined the army. I wonder how my friends are doing. But if they saw me like this, they'd probably be shocked."

As Zhang Anbang drove, he looked at the colorful wildflowers outside and muttered to himself, "He's nothing like the thin, frail man he used to be."

Although the camouflage uniform rolled up to the elbows concealed his muscular physique, the sculpted muscle lines on his exposed forearms clearly demonstrated just how powerful his body was.

"Malan flowers, alfalfa flowers, dandelions, earthen mounds... soldiers."

Zhang Anbang was looking at the scenery on the grassland and reciting when suddenly a different figure mingled in.

"How did a soldier suddenly appear in this desolate wilderness?"

"They're marching pretty well, hey, that soldier." Zhang Anbang said, his voice suddenly rising and drowning out the sound of the car engine.

Xu Sanduo, who was walking alone on the path, had already heard the sound of the jeep's engine, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

Suddenly, four words pierced his ears, and he instinctively stood at attention. This was absolutely the most standard posture he had ever adopted since joining the army, and he swore he would remember those four words for the rest of his life.

As the jeep pulled up beside him, Xu Sanduo made a sharp left turn and looked at the jeep. Through the downturned passenger window, he saw a familiar smiling face.

"Deputy, deputy company commander, what a coincidence! I, I took a day off to go to the regimental headquarters." Xu Sanduo's face was full of smiles, his big white teeth were particularly eye-catching.

"Hey, Sanduo, where are you going? Get in the car," Zhang Anbang ordered directly.

"Huh?" Xu Sanduo was stunned.

"What do you mean 'ah'? Obey orders, follow instructions, get on the bus."

"Yes," Xu Sanduo replied, though his tone wasn't very firm.

"Deputy, Deputy Company Commander, where are you going?" Xu Sanduo's tone gradually returned to normal.

Back in basic training, he thought the deputy company commander was a great guy, second only to Platoon Leader Shi. Although others called him a smiling tiger, Xu Sanduo didn't think so. He just felt a little awkward because it had been too long since they last met.

"Sanduo, relax. Do you think I'm going to eat you? Where am I going? I'm going to Yanjing," Zhang Anbang said with a smile.

"No, no, Deputy Company Commander, I'm not going to Yanjing. I have to get off the bus and go to the regimental headquarters," Xu Sanduo said very seriously.

Zhang Anbang shook his head speechlessly. He guessed that only Xu Sanduo would take a joke so seriously. "Sit still, I'm going to the regimental headquarters too."

"Oh." Xu Sanduo sat obediently in his seat without saying anything.