A week after the fall was the darkest moment for Zhuang Yan in the teaching team.

Only as a top player can you feel the feeling that you are about to have a chance to touch success, but you are suddenly pulled away from your hand by something called destiny.

Zhuang Yan was observed in the field hospital for a day. During the day, the squadron leader Zhou Huping and the instructor Wang Zengming came here. When they saw Zhuang Yan, they scolded him, saying why they didn't take protection? Why be aggressive? It's going to be a fight, don't you know?

After training Zhuang Yan for a while, he comforted him: "It's okay, the hand is not broken, I'm afraid of hair! Don't you still have one hand? You can shoot it!"

The next day, he was discharged from the hospital and returned to the teaching team. Zhuang Yan kept bandaged and adjusted his hand, unable to do anything.

I took a gun and tried it, but I couldn't hold the handguard with my left hand for effective use of the gun. It is estimated that it would be difficult to do one practice, let alone two, three, four and five.

At night, the joints of the forearms began to ache, and I couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

Zhuang Yan had to slip out of the row room and sit in front of the squadron while watching the moon in a daze.

He kept thinking about it.

Think of the old confused, think of the seventh.

He felt very strange that this time his mood was actually very calm.

Shouldn't it be frustrating?

Shouldn't it be sad?

However, Zhuang Yan found that he did not have these emotions at all.

The reason why I came out to sit here is because my joints are really sore, and I grinned as long as I moved.

Military doctor Li Shangyue said that the pain was the worst in the few days after the dislocation of the upper arm, and gave Zhuang Yan a few painkillers.

No big deal, thought solemnly.

The next day, when the top training team of the training team participating in the competition gathered at the shooting range and was distributing bullets, the shooting instructor Peng Qiang heard a loud report behind him.

"Report to Teacher Peng, the students of the Third Squadron solemnly request to return to the team!"

Peng Qiang looked back and immediately let out a "huh".

"Zhuangyan, didn't your hand just hurt?"

Zhuang Yan looked down at the bandage hanging around his neck, and said with a smile, "Teacher Peng, his left hand is only, and there is no requirement to pull the trigger with his left hand."

He raised the index finger of his right hand and pulled the trigger.

"I'll just have this."

Peng Qiang's face suddenly became angry: "nonsense! How can you hold a gun with one hand? How can you hit accurately?"

"How do you know if you don't let me try?" said solemnly.

Peng Qiang waved his hand: "Go, go, go back to your row room to rest, it's too dangerous to hold a gun with one hand, I wouldn't dare to take this risk for you. Besides, we have to play every practice now, you have one hand. With a gun, you can practice in a lying position, but can you practice two and four or five?"

The second practice is to lie down, kneel and stand in three positions without support, while the fourth practice involves mountain shooting and the sports target is shooting, and the fifth practice requires a higher degree of hands-on operation because it involves close-up shooting.

In Peng Qiang's view, solemnity is also commendable courage, but it is never realistic.

Even if it is a practice, if you shoot the gun with one hand, because you don't have the left hand to hold the handguard, the "jumping gun" phenomenon will occur at the moment of shooting due to the recoil, which is prone to training accidents.

As a shooting instructor and the captain of the training team, Peng Qiang could not be cautious.

Being questioned by Peng Qiang, Zhuang Yan was immediately speechless.

With only one hand, it is impossible to complete those shooting projects.

"Let him try!"

Wen Zhixing suddenly appeared on the shooting range, followed by Zhou Huping.

Walking to Zhuang Yan's side, Wen Zhixing gently lifted Zhuang Yan's left hand.

Zhuang Yan suddenly bared his teeth and broke into a cold sweat.

"Look." Wen Zhixing turned back and said to Zhou Huping, "It's obviously painful, but he just doesn't say a word. This kid has a stubborn temper and good endurance. He's the material for being a marksman!"

Zhou Huping said: "Hey! Captain, you haven't said that he is stubborn and aggressive. If it weren't for it, it wouldn't be like this."

Wen Zhixing didn't answer Zhou Huping, but turned to Peng Qiang.

"Why don't you let him participate in training?"

Peng Qiang said: "It's a safety issue. It's not safe to shoot a gun with one hand. You will jump the gun.

Wen Zhixing sighed, then turned his head and said to Zhou Huping: "I can't blame solemnity for this. You say that this unit is training troops. Which chief officer doesn't want to see his subordinates competing in military affairs? Heart, isn’t this soldier the same as a big girl? Our army trains warriors, not scholars. We don’t need to be modest and gentlemen. We are raising wolves. If wolves are not fierce and do not strive for strength, they are domestic dogs.”

"It's all said to be safe training now. Many troops are afraid of training accidents. But how can there be no reason for troops to train without accidents? They are all afraid of accidents, so they can learn embroidery in the row room. What guns do you feel? This embroidery Sometimes even if there is no news, it will be difficult! The troops are used to fight, not to watch."

He pointed to the solemn and said, "What's the matter with one-handed shooting? When you injured one hand in the battle, don't you want to stop fighting? Does the enemy have pity on your hand and stop attacking you?"

Zhou Huping and even Wen Zhixing's temperament, the leader of the teaching team is now complaining.

The last time a squadron of soldiers died in the field survival training, Wen Zhixing was also uncomfortable. He was approved not to mention, and he had to write an inspection. It is estimated that it will affect his promotion in the future.

He is whining!

"Then..." Peng Qiang was embarrassed to death now, so he could only bite the bullet and ask, "Captain, do you want this kid to participate in training, or not?"

Wen Zhixing turned his head to the side, stared at Zhuang Yan and asked, "Zhuang Yan, do you have the confidence to shoot a gun with one hand?"

"Yes!" answered solemnly and loudly.

Wen Zhixing turned to Peng Qiang and said, "In the division competition, only precision shooting is performed. In the military competition, other exercises are performed. The military competition is at the beginning of next year. What are you worried about, his hand will be ready by then."

Peng Qiang said: "Well, let him train."

Wen Zhixing said, "That's not going to work. He can't just tell it by himself."

His eyes turned to Zhuang Yan: "Didn't you say that you can shoot a gun with one hand? Okay~lightnovelpub.net~ I'll give you five bullets, you give me a 50 ring, and if it hits, I'll let Teacher Peng let you Keep training, don't stop training."

After hearing Wen Zhixing's words, the members of the shooting team started to talk quietly.

Because no one has tried not to use the left hand, and only rely on the right hand for one-handed operation to practice shooting.

This is rather new.

Likewise, solemnity has faced challenges.

Even if the hands are not injured, the 50 ring may not be achieved every time.

What's more, one hand is now equivalent to useless.

The difficulty is increasing geometrically.

If you don't fight, you will be eliminated anyway, and if you fight, there may still be a chance.

Zhuang Yan gritted his teeth and looked at Wen Zhixing without blinking his eyelids, and said loudly, "I'll fight!"