Returning from the dining hall, Zhuang Yan saw Zhang Heping who was running into the row room excitedly.

Seeing Zhuang Yan, Zhang Heping excitedly waved to him, Zhuang Yan hurried over.

"It's done!"

Zhang Heping grabbed solemnly with both hands and shook it vigorously.

"What happened?" asked solemnly.

Zhang Heping's eyes lit up, and he shouted excitedly, "I dropped the bomb 64 ​​meters!"

Half a month ago, Zhang Heping only threw 55 meters in the final assessment. After only half a month, he actually increased by 9 meters.

"Congratulations! Old Zhang!" Zhuang Yan was delighted, because Zhang Heping's appearance was even happier than the top soldier.

But after thinking about it, I felt a little lost and said, "Old Zhang, so, are you going to be transferred?"

"Who said I'm going to be transferred, I just want to stay in the coaching team. Deputy Commander Cai can shoot 71 meters. I haven't surpassed him. I just want to practice in the coaching team until I reach 71 meters!" Zhang Heping Say, "I figured it out!"

Zhuang Yan asked, "What did you figure out?"

Zhang Heping said: "I used to be afraid of hardship, but now I'm training with you. The hardship is a bit hard, but at least I have gained something, and I didn't waste my time. I used to think that being an officer only needs to study military strategy and command. Now, but after coming here, I also understand a truth. If I want to be a respectable officer, I must first be good. Just like Deputy Commander Cai, he can vote 71, why can't I? Don't lose my dad's face! I will pick up the face I lost in the coaching team."

"So, are you planning to wait for the captain to continue?" asked solemnly.

Zhang Heping thought for a while and shook his head: "Not necessarily, I still like to do research on military command, but I think before that, maybe I can take a little time to make some changes to myself."

After a few words with Zhuang Yan, Zhang Heping left for dinner.

Looking at Zhang Heping's back, Zhuang Yan suddenly felt a little emotional, he thought of Xu Xingguo.

Whether it is Zhang Heping or Xu Xingguo, they all have choices about their military careers, and they have clear goals and are working hard for them.

Regarding Xu Xingguo's inner thoughts, Zhuang Yan finally adopted an understanding attitude to look at it.

He decided to hide this little secret for Xu Xingguo.

In the past, Zhuang Yan would definitely feel that Xu Xingguo was hypocritical, but Zhuang Yan, who had experienced a lot of things in the army, suddenly felt that the reason why Xu Xingguo thought so was actually understandable.

Water flows to lower place, man goes to higher position.

Everyone has their own ideas, and it doesn't matter if he is noble or noble. Just like Zhang Heping himself does not like training institutions such as the coaching team, Xu Xingguo also has the right to choose to leave the Iron Eighth Company.

At least this is what Xu Xingguo really thinks in his heart, and he has also made great efforts for this, and he has truly shed blood and sweat.

As Xu Xingguo himself said, no one can judge his own life from the commanding heights of morality.

The contest in the afternoon quickly kicked off.

Before the contest began, there were some small surprises.

It was dark and it was raining.

There was a sudden commotion among the soldiers who were sitting on the starting line waiting for orders.

The support staff of the public duty class immediately held an umbrella for Deputy Chief Cai, who was sitting not far behind the ground line.

Lao Cai still acted as always, glared at the person who was going to hold an umbrella for him, and said, "What are you doing? Does everyone in the shooting range have an umbrella? Wouldn't it look better?"

In a word, all the cadres present were dumbfounded.

In the afternoon, deputy teacher Cai came in person. The teacher and political commissar were not present because they had other work arrangements.

The division staff responsible for organizing the shooting assessment looked up at the sky and came over to ask Deputy Division Commander Cai: "Commander, it's going to rain, can the shooting project be delayed?"

Deputy Teacher Cai thought about it and said, "You ask them to gather."

The staff officer ran over, gathered hundreds of people who participated in the competition for the top shooting, and then invited Deputy Commander Cai to speak.

Hei Lao Cai walked to the front of the team and looked up at the sky.

The clouds in the sky are as black as ink, and although the raindrops are only drizzle for the time being, they may become larger.

"Staff He told me just now that it was going to rain, and asked me if I agreed to delay the shooting competition. Originally, I thought a little rain was no big deal, but to be fair, I still have to ask you, Do you think it is necessary to postpone the competition?"

No one in the team said a word, but everyone exchanged glances with their comrades beside them.

It's really not a good time to shoot with precision on a rainy day.

Rain has a great impact on the shooting accuracy, it will blur the target, and it will also produce some visual deviations. Some of the reflections from the water droplets will make the notch of the 81-1 automatic rifle with mechanical sights float.

These floating lights seem to be normal, but in fact, for the high precision of the five rounds and five middles and 10 rings in the top competition, one accident will be biased to the 9th ring.

Once any of the five shots hits only 9 rings, it means that the shooter and the top medal have already missed out, and they will lose the qualification to participate in the army competition early next year.

This is a tough choice.

The soldiers in the team actually have their own ideas.

Some people are reluctant to continue in this kind of weather, after all, they want to play in the best and best conditions.

Some people are willing to challenge themselves, thinking that rainy days are no big deal, and they can test themselves better in such weather conditions.

Among them, solemnity belongs to the latter.

Zhuang Yan has absolutely bursting confidence in his shooting skills.

From the start of the recruit company to the coaching team, solemn shooting has always excelled in companies and squadrons.

He hardly made any mistakes in any kind of shooting practice.

The reason why he was willing to shoot in the rain was because when he helped Zhang Heping to train bombs, Zhang Heping saw Zhuang Yan aiming at the imaginary target with a gun all day long, so he chatted with him about some theoretical knowledge of shooting.

Although Zhang Heping's practice is not very good, in theory, he is indeed a good player.

Every theoretical knowledge about shooting, from aiming skills to ballistic correction, from hit calculation to projectile dispersion, as well as the density correction formula, etc., the two have had a lot of exchanges.

Before contacting Zhang Heping, Zhuang Yan knew nothing about the so-called various ranging, correction and shooting theories.

The shooting of field troops is passed down by word of mouth, and the theoretical things are often not so profound. Ordinary soldiers only understand the shooting elements of guns and their structural combinations, but for some esoteric shooting theoretical knowledge, they often only rely on experience.

For example, to calibrate a gun, the easiest way is to get a calibrator, then find a few good shooters, shoot a shot, see where it is, and calibrate the gun by guessing, adjust the sight for the height, adjust the constellation to the left and right, and play It's all experience.

Zhang Heping was regarded as opening the door of enlightenment to the shooting subjects for Zhuang Yan.

Let him understand that there is still a lot of theoretical knowledge about shooting. The correction can be quantified by secrecy, and it can be corrected by formulas~lightnovelpub.net~ and what are the differences between different aiming in various weathers.

Zhuang Yan was a little eager to try, and wanted to try his shooting level under such extreme conditions.

Seeing that no one answered, Deputy Division Commander Cai paced, slowly walking from one end of the queue to the other, his eyes gliding across the faces of the soldiers.

Finally, he stopped in front of the solemn.

The solemnity made him feel a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

"Private, what's your name?"

"Report to the head! My name is Zhuang Yan, and I will teach students from the seventh class of the third squadron of the third division of the brigade!"

"Solemn... Okay, tell me, do you want to continue? Or do you think it should be postponed?"

"Me?" Zhuang Yan was a little confused.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes present, including the heads of various regiments outside the arena, as well as the company commander and battalion commander, all looked at Zhuang Yan.