Military training for freshmen in the first year of high school is an old tradition since the founding of No. 7 Middle School. The basic subjects are: queues, gun control, and target shooting, just to train children's collective and discipline awareness, because most of the initial builders of the oil field were re-transformed soldiers.

Every year, there are children from oil fields who have retired from the army and return home. Whenever they stay for the year, they will arrange formal work. During military training, the outstanding members of them will be transferred from the unit to serve as instructors.

Martin is naturally familiar with these training contents, because he became a training model in the class the day before his movement standards.

During the break, the instructor called Martin to ask: "Have you practiced secretly at home?"

Martin answered seriously: "Report to the sir! It is a talent, and he will be born."

"Puff!" The instructor holding the cup was choked, "You guy is a little interesting."

"Hehe, comrade instructor, I didn't expect to see you again." Martin didn't lie. This instructor was really the one in his previous life. At that time, he had a good impression of this instructor because the instructor gave him a large bullet shell.

"Can you see me again? I don't understand this. Have we seen it before?"

Martin explained casually: "Of course I have seen it before, but you just don't have an impression."

The instructor was no more than ten years older than Martin and the generation gap between them was not too big. Other students would chat around him when they had time and ask him to talk about the history of joining the army. The instructor was also happy to "boast" about his glorious deeds in the army.

Martin also followed the pretentious flattery sentences, but in fact he didn't listen to a single word. It would be nice if he could not get sleepy and dozing off. The so-called deeds of these young soldiers who have only been soldiers for three years are still a little immature compared to their ten-year military experience.

"Instructor, when will we shoot the target?"

"Let's go tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, are you anxious? Have you never fought before?"

"No, I'm really not very motivated to just practice exercises these two days, so it's better to be able to come with real guns and ammunition."

"Martin, why don't you talk? Are you unwilling to shoot a target?"

Martin thought to himself that I was almost vomiting. My brother used to be a shooting instructor in the army, but he continued to cater to him: "Yes, yes, I'm looking forward to it."

"Okay! I will give you an extra round of performance at that time."

"Thank you, instructor!"

The entire military training was carried out smoothly, shooting was the last subject, and a simple "military parade" was held after the battle. The half-month military training was officially over.

Early this morning, at the armed department entrance, all personnel gathered at the door and had to come here to get rifles and bullets before shooting. The Second Factory Armed Forces Department itself has a gun library. In addition to the military training of students, sometimes they also have to organize employees to enjoy their guns.

"The boy is carrying a gun, come over two stronger bullet boxes, don't hide behind. That fat man, that is you! Come here! And that, come here too, you two carry this, hide! I'll call anyone who hides faster. If you go to the battlefield, they will be deserters!"

Minister Ma of the Armed Forces Department was full of keen eyes and seized the opportunity to teach this cunning student a lesson. He would go to the scene in person every time he fired a live ammunition.

He pointed out the two strong men, Liu Bing and Bai Fujun, raised the box with a reluctant look and walked at the end of the queue.

The freshmen and teachers of the first year of high school followed the instructor toward the mountains. Martin and Wang Nan were sandwiched in the middle of the queue, listening to the heated discussions between the students before and after.

"Why do you think the target shooting place should be chosen in the mountains? Isn't it okay to find a place nearby? I think it's good by the river."

"You know what's wrong. Going into the mountains to shoot targets is to exercise your body. I sincerely make your feet blistered."

"Bah! People enter the mountain for safety and save bullets from being fired and flying around. If they fly to your forehead, they will really say goodbye."

"Go to your uncle's crow's mouth, you're going to die!"

"How far is it? I can't walk!"

"It's early, at least a few dozen kilometers, and I guess it'll be here at noon."

"Ah? Are you still having lunch? When we come back, the cafeteria will be closed."

"I just know how to eat! I can die if I don't eat it? Think about the Red Army climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing the grassland..."

"Shut up! Why is it so awkward to say the glorious deeds of revolutionary ancestors from your mouth..."

Martin listened to the students quarrels while walking, with smiles on his face, but when he saw someone, his face immediately pulled down. Liu Xiangkui and Zhao Guiqin, who were walking in front, seemed to be chatting enthusiastically. He really wanted to go over and kick him!

"Why didn't Zhao Guiqin listen to me? She had to get so close to such a person?"

"Who are you close to? Liu Xiangkui, he is a deskmate. What do you mean? You're jealous!" Wang Nan looked at Martin with malicious intentions, and he thought of something else.

"I'm just jealous, but I don't want my old classmates to suffer losses."

"You're too busy dealing with what others suffer."

"You know what's the big deal! I think people are the most accurate. Liu Xiangkui is definitely not a good thing."

"Of course I know he is not a thing, but now he can talk and do things. Many classmates have a good relationship with him."

Wang Nan was right. Liu Xiangkui is a kid who knows how to do things. He is very enthusiastic when he needs help, and his appearance is very modest and patient. Although his classmates have only been together for two weeks, they have established a certain degree of prestige.

Martin could only get angry secretly. Sometimes he really wanted to pinch Liu Xiangkui's neck and tell him: "You shouldn't be so virtuous. You should be rushing around, being unreasonable, no one is dick, fighting every day, doing that is the real you!"

Could it be that this person has changed like this because of his own existence? It’s like playing an online game. When the system knows that the player is powerful, it adjusts the difficulty by itself. The monster in front of him, who should be level one, was replaced by a level thirty boss.

The team was talking louder and louder, and the instructor had to stand up and stop it: "Students, don't talk in the queue. Remember the queue discipline we talked about in the previous stage. The team must remain silent while moving in an orderly manner."

The instructor's words played a role in most of the students, but Liu Xiangkui and Zhao Guiqin were still muttering and whispering.

Martin couldn't bear it anymore: "Hey! The classmate in front, didn't you hear the instructor talking?? There was so much nonsense all day long!"

The person who shocked his voice the most was Wang Nan: "Ding Ding, why have you started meddling in other people's business? You often tell me not to get involved in things and not to show off in public. I did it, but you..."

Martin argued: "If I don't make a name for myself, we must firmly implement what the instructor said! I was very angry when I saw these self-righteous guys!"

Martin said this very loudly. After hearing this, the other students looked at Zhao Guiqin. The little girl was shot by so many gazes, so she couldn't hide her face so she asked unhappily: "Martin, who do you think you are self-righteous?"

"Just tell me what about you two, how about you?" There is no need to dodge when it comes to the obvious.

"I really haven't noticed that you like to meddle in other people's business!"

"I tell you Zhao Guiqin, you don't have to talk to me like this, I'm just right to the things and the people."

"Why do I think you are targeting us? Did I provoke you?"

Martin was so angry: I'm just for your own good, why are you so disobedient?

Seeing that Martin didn't say anything, Zhao Guiqin thought the other party was in a disadvantage, so she continued to say unyieldingly: "You are not qualified to care about us, so you should not show off as a big brother to teach people a lesson."

Martin couldn't speak anymore. He felt embarrassed when he quarreled with a teenager in front of everyone, but Wang Nan was around him unwilling to do so: "Zhao Guiqin, don't be ignorant of it. Ding Ding is for your own good. He doesn't want you to... "

"Nan Nan, shut up!" Martin grabbed Wang Nan in time. Can you say this in front of everyone?! It doesn't matter to me. Other students really think they are interested in Zhao Guiqin.

Zhao Guiqin's answer was very annoying: "Then I have to say thank you. Come on, you don't need to worry about my affairs in the future. I will be more involved than my mother, so annoying!"

Wang Nan was so angry that he was breathing heavily, and Martin's mind quickly calmed down: the fact that this former good deskmate could have such a big change in such a short time shows that Liu Xiangkui is really good at brainwashing is certain.

The "enemy" becomes stronger and he also needs to change his strategy. Otherwise, over time, these local students might be around him.

After walking for about an hour, the instructor announced: "We're here! Everyone gathered in the open space in front."

"This is here. Who said that there are dozens of kilometers? Let's stand up and let me scold me!" Liu Min cursed the "liar" just now with anger.

Martin had known that the distance of the shooting range was not far. He had been here several times in his previous life. Wouldn't he just shoot a target? It was necessary to go to the deep mountains and forests? Just build a place with mounds of soil and keep a warning on both sides.

The scene was in chaos for a while, and the students found their own positions and finished lineup. After the instructor clicked the names, they announced their groupings.

"After a while, click the name and stand behind the shooting gun in the order of name, waiting for the on-site commander, that is, my password, to do the movements, have you heard it?"

"I heard it!"

When Wang Nan went for the first time, the guy was so excited that his palms were sweating. He walked to the ground without saying a word. Just as he was about to reach out to touch the gun, he was lifted up by a powerful force.

"What's the rush? I forgot it just after I finished speaking?"

"I'm sorry, instructor, I forgot it, mainly because I'm so excited."

"Okay, stand and wait for the order!" The instructor turned his head and shouted to the others: "I will say it again. After lying down, the gun always rushed forward. If there is any problem, immediately put down the gun and then lie down on the spot to report! We will go over and deal with it. Do you remember?"

"Remember!"

Although I have emphasized it many times, the effect is still not great. The first group is full of problems. Either the bullets are stuck or they cannot get on the magazine. There are even continuous shooting as soon as they lay down, and all five bullets flew into the air.

The most ridiculous thing is that a boy couldn't pull the gun bolt. This guy tried his best to pull the gun but couldn't pull it open. The gun had turned to the side.

"Hey! Stop!" The instructor ran over to check and almost fainted because he didn't open the insurance. The two veterans were exhausted from the beginning and corrected them back and forth.
Chapter completed!