What surprised everyone was not the solemn sound of gunfire, but the sound of Lao Zhuang's gunshot.

They are all soldiers playing with guns. As the so-called master shot, you will know if there is any.

The 10-second rapid fire is actually not a new subject. In the 1st company, basically the second half of the first year of military service must enter the special shooting subject.

This 10-second rapid fire is the most basic training subject.

It's nothing surprising that the young man can shoot accurately, but Lao Zhuang looks at least in his fifties.

The essence of 10-second precision rapid fire is rhythm.

It's not that you're absolutely good when you play fast.

If you just want to pursue speed, you can directly adjust the safety to continuous firing, then press the trigger, and you will be out in less than three seconds.

But playing like that, it is obviously difficult to master all 10 bullseyes.

So this subject is just like dancing. It needs a certain sense of rhythm. Shot after shot, every shot wants to step on the beat with the rhythm. This is the master who pursues stability.

Everyone was whispering, discussing how many rings Lao Zhuang could make.

"The fist is afraid of the young and strong, and you can see that the company commander is the strongest!"

"Who can beat our company commander? Not even his father!"

"Don't say it, the company commander's father is really powerful, he has a firm mind. If he is thirty years younger, I might have to guess that he won."

"That's right, it's rare for someone in his fifties to control his guns so steadily! Do you think that when you were in your fifties, you could have such a stable shooting technique?"

Speculation abounds.

Even Han Xiaobei couldn't see through it.

The two rears in the distance continuously raised the dust, and it seemed that the bullets had hit the target.

As for how many rings it hit, I don't have an observation mirror now, so I can't see it.

The gunshots stopped quickly, and ten seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

The two stood up and tested their guns.

Lao Zhuang looked solemn.

The target paper came quickly.

Zhuang Yan made 10 out of 10 rounds, all in the 10 ring.

Lao Zhuang's 8 rounds hit the 10th ring, 1 hit the 9th ring, and another hit the 7th ring...

Holding the target paper, Lao Zhuang watched silently for a long time.

"old……"

Lao Zhuang suddenly sighed, put down the target paper, and turned away.

Zhuang Yan and Han Xiaobei, you look at me, and I look at you.

"I'll leave it to you here to see my dad."

After all, Zhuang Yan went to chase Lao Zhuang.

Lao Zhuang walked on the boulevard with his hands behind his back.

The wind is blowing, the sun is shining.

Lao Zhuang walked very slowly, listening to the real shouts of killing from the training ground, and looked up to see a group of young scouts practicing the prisoner-catching knives.

Numerous emotions surged from my heart.

The youthful years in green uniforms appeared in my mind like a movie clip. Time and space seemed to travel back to the past, back to the era when the horizontal knife was immediately fearless, and it seemed to my ears that I stood in front of the national flag and raised it before the expedition. The sworn roar of the left fist—

"...Heroic and tenacious, not afraid of sacrifice, win glory for the motherland, win glory for the people, avenge the sacrificed comrades in arms, swear to live and die with the position..."

"dad!"

Zhuang Yan came up.

"Are you so?"

Lao Zhuang stood quietly, like a pile of wood.

"Dad!" Zhuang Yan shouted again.

"what……"

The old man came back to his senses.

"Dad, are you crying?" Zhuang Yan couldn't help but laugh and cry: "You don't need to cry if you lose..."

"You bastard! Who said I was crying!" Lao Zhuang wiped the corners of his eyes in dissatisfaction and embarrassedly, and said, "It's obviously windy here..."

On the way back, Lao Zhuang didn't say anything.

When we arrived, the car entered the city.

It was almost noon, and the streets were full of traffic.

In recent years, the city has developed rapidly. Although a third-tier city such as Linhai City is not economically strong, it can be regarded as a pleasant business.

The coastal industry and marine aquaculture have been established, the infrastructure and people's livelihood facilities have also been improved, and the appearance of the city has been completely renewed.

There used to be very few traffic jams, and now there are traffic jams...

The car stopped at the intersection and waited for a red light.

Lao Zhuang stared blankly at everything outside the window and suddenly opened his mouth.

"Son, do you know when you feel most fulfilled as a soldier?"

Zhuang Yan grabbed the steering wheel and answered without thinking, "Realize your military dream?"

Lao Zhuang shook his head and raised his chin towards the vehicles passing by at the intersection.

"It's these."

"What?" Zhuang Yan didn't understand for a while.

The corners of Lao Zhuang's eyes suddenly became wet, and he said, "It's the prosperity of this land."

Lao Zhuang turned his head and looked at his son: "The most fulfilling moment of being a soldier is to see that the people on this land can live in a stable and prosperous environment, not to be ravaged by war, and not to be displaced. Don't panic all the time."

"This - is the greatest achievement of being a soldier, or a former soldier. Because at any time, you can pat your chest and confidently tell anyone that you have dedicated yourself to this country and the happiness of your fellowmen. A little bit, even if it's a small contribution, at least that's it..."

After speaking, Lao Zhuang suddenly covered his face for no reason, and sobbed on the spot.

"My comrades in arms... If they could see today like this... it would be great..."

Zhuang Yan has never seen Lao Zhuang cry in front of him.

He was a little flustered.

He hurriedly went to the tissue box to draw a tissue, and then hurriedly handed it to his father, who had always been a tough guy.

In all Zhuang Yan's memory, Lao Zhuang was a tough guy.

Even if he was lying in the hospital with a terminal illness, his waist was harder than the bed.

Lao Zhuang does not cry.

Soldiers don't believe in tears either.

But the old man really cried...

In the sunny Linhai city, at a crowded intersection, on a road full of fireworks and exhaust fumes, a veteran was sitting in his son's car, sitting on the co-pilot, crying like a child ...

Lao Zhuang said that he was getting old.

After returning from the army that day, Lao Zhuang never went to the army again, and he never used the tone of a veteran to evaluate his son as before.

Lao Zhuang never recognized old age, and even though the **** of death was always standing behind him now, eyeing him, holding a scythe ready to take his life, he never thought that he would wink because of this.

I went to the military camp where my son served~lightnovelpub.net~ shot once and lost to my son.

There was nothing to be ashamed of.

But Lao Zhuang suddenly remembered what the great man said when he met the foreign students in Moda in 1957 - this world is yours and ours, but it still belongs to you after all.

The world belongs to young people after all.

For the first time, Lao Zhuang felt that he should really retire...

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