The students in the third squadron who were learning mortars stared wide-eyed, not knowing what was going on at all, so that the veteran, who had always been known for being approachable, suddenly burst into a rage.

"You said, is the cooking squad leader taking gunpowder or what?"

"Ghost knows, you think the squadron leader can't do anything about him."

"Could it be that we sit on the bench these days, and the cooking squad leader feels aggrieved?"

"He's been a soldier for the fifth year, do you think he will take this trivial matter to heart? If you want me to see it, it's a big deal!"

"Isn't the transfer to a volunteer soldier not approved?"

"I don't know, stop talking about this, you bastards!"

Carrying the food, solemn and serious people squatted under the tree and discussed for a long time to no avail.

Under normal circumstances, there is no answer in the third area team, and in the end, it is definitely the king of gossip in the squadron - Wang Dazui himself.

I have to say that Wang Datong is definitely a diplomatic talent. He asked Zhuang Yan to take a few cigarettes. This guy squatted beside a few soldiers in the cooking class, distributed a few cigarettes, and quickly helped those two monks who were confused. The students of the third squadron figured out the real reason for the anger of the cooking squad leader.

The cooking squad leader got angry because of a cannonball with the wrong charge.

In a live ammunition test yesterday afternoon, a battalion of the 273rd regiment used newly issued 82 mortars to provide fire support for the attacking infantry.

Since the five gunners in charge of charging are new recruits, they have learned a lot in theory and have seen a lot of coaches, but this is the first time the real guy is in his hands.

Mortar shells are fired by pieces of propellant packs that are set at the tail of the projectile. The charges are divided into zero, one, two, three, and four...

And so on, the larger the number, the longer the shooting distance.

The artillery support distance that day was very close, so after the squad leader's calculation, the No. 1 charge was used.

However, due to the difference between the propellant pack of the new cannon and the old cannon, the No. 1 charge of the old cannonball is different from the No. 1 charge of the new cannonball. The No. 1 charge of the new cannon shell is thin. It is a thick piece, and the propellant of the new shell has been upgraded in technology, one piece tops the past two pieces.

When the live ammunition was fired that day, the recruit gunner got nervous and made a mistake in the medicine bag, and directly buckled a thick piece of propellant medicine bag on the tail pipe according to the old pattern.

In this way, the additional pill pack plus the basic charge in the tail pipe means that the single-sized pills are packed into double-sized pills, and the shot is more than double the distance!

And the fourth gunner who re-checked the shells didn't find it, the third gunner who was in the middle of the transfer didn't find it, and the second gunner who loaded the shells didn't find it too stupid...

Whether it was the recruits' nervousness or the running-in problem during the revision of the old textbooks could not be determined. Anyway, the "additional" shells flew out of the barrels in a confused way, crossed the cordon of the exercise in a confused way, and flew over a ridge. In the end, he plunged his head into the grass on a hillside in a daze.

What's worse, there are two cows on the grass that the common people are grazing, and they are leisurely roaming the hillside and eating the tender grass.

"Fortunately, those are two cows. If they were two ordinary people or responsible comrades-in-arms, I wonder if your artillerymen are going to poke their eyes out to thank the world!"

The next day, before the meal, the cooking squad leader's anger still lingered on his face, and he banged the bucket with an iron rice spoon, as if he wished he could play the gun himself.

Before he stayed in the team, he was a pre-provisioned squad leader selected by the 273rd Regiment Artillery Battalion. After he stayed in the team, he also served as a mortar professional coach and squad leader, so he has a deep affection for guns. It is rumored that the artillery squad leader who made a mistake this time was still his subordinate. soldier.

The simple and honest cooking squad leader went to a nearby town early in the morning to make dishes. The cooking squad leaders of the other squadrons who went with them all covered their mouths behind their palms and laughed, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

In the end, I couldn't help but ask the cooking squad leader of the 3rd squadron. Those guys were just imitating the action of firing artillery shells with their hands and feet and the shocked expression of the artillery squad Zhang Zhang who made trouble after hearing about the bombing, as if he had witnessed all the process at the scene, laugh You have to turn forward and back, raise your eyebrows, and tell the truth.

"The squad leader's face is ugly! He bought vegetables with a blue face, and then came back with a blue face. When cooking, even with the hot flames on the cooking car, his face was still blue!" Witness, the boss of the cooking class of the third squadron If you say: "You have eaten the food for the past two days, is the taste particularly heavy? You try it, try it..."

The live-fire accident of the 273rd regiment caused the students of the third squadron to have no light on their faces, and the infantry regiment they belonged to was unsatisfactory, so naturally their faces were also dull.

In the last few days of the assessment exercise, when the students of the first and second squadrons were bragging in the trenches, another topic was added, which was about the mortar shell that flew out of the cordon and caused a catastrophe, and the more they talked about it. Mysterious, various versions are flying all over the sky.

The annular trenches are not far apart, but they can't see the piles when they pass the corners of each other, but they can smell the fart from one end.

One morning, Zhuang Yan was spending time with Wang Dazui talking to Dashan in the ditch. As a result, a group of soldiers from the No. 2 Squadron at the other end of the ditch were discussing the accidental mortar fire accident.

One of the students of the Second Squadron said yin and yang strangely: "Hey, hey, have you heard? My fellow is in the Second Battalion with the 273 pattern. He said that Captain Wei Xuefeng not only lost face in front of the headquarters assessment team that day, but also lost a lot when he turned around. money."

"Losing money?" The other students suddenly became interested and asked, "How much did you lose?"

"When the 273 regiment set out to take part in the assessment, the town government at the station subsidized them 60,000 yuan for food in order to support the army, but the battalion artillerymen blew up two cows with one cannonball, and finally paid for the people. 30000."

The crowd asked, "Are two cows so expensive?"

"Cows are not that expensive, but it is said that the common people who ran the cows squatted in the nearby pits to relieve their big hands. When the shells fell, although they didn't blow up other people's houses, the **** was all over the crotch, and people were so scared that they crawled on their own shit. Come on, this mental damage fee, I still have to pay a lot of drops..."

"Hahahahaha..." The student soldiers of the second squadron laughed crazily and cramped.

When the laughter came, the solemnity of this side was so angry that his lungs exploded. He gritted his teeth and wanted to scold people, but he didn't know who to scold.

The cigarette **** I was holding in my hand was not firmly clamped~lightnovelpub.net~ I fell on the other hand and scalded, but I didn't feel any pain.

Until the end of the exercise, the students of the Third Squadron still did not get back to the high spirits they had when they came to the exercise by car, and everyone felt that they were short.

A few days later, the field pull and actual combat assessment came to an end.

The teaching team was like being pulled into the wild for a picnic. The guns were not caught, and the guns were not caught. They came in high spirits and withdrew with grievances.

The brigade withdrew from the exercise area in the early morning, and this time they went back on a stuffy train.

Zhuang Yan was afraid of hearing ridicule from other squadrons in the stuffy tanker of mixed soldiers, and strongly requested to stay in the car to guard the supplies.

The cars were all driven on a flatbed train, which was secured with sleepers and iron cables. Two soldiers were sent to each car with live ammunition to guard the supplies. Zhuang Yan and Xu Xingguo happened to be in the same car.

The speed of the stuffy tanker and the flatbed truck was extremely slow, and the journey back was long and boring, and the two of them unknowingly chatted about the upcoming graduation ceremony.