Chapter 4: Establishing Power

"Bang bang bang..."

The competition began soon, and it was obvious that whoever took the lead in such a competition would suffer. Because starting first means exposing your strength and scores to the other party. People in my hometown believe that they are instructors and do not want to take advantage of me, so they took the lead.

As an instructor, his military qualities are still good. Moreover, he seemed to be intentional about showing off the soldiers, and perhaps with some intention of demonstrating them, so he used standing, kneeling and lying positions to shoot ten bullets. Seeing him quickly firing in various postures, he did not feel awkward at all when changing each other. I guess he had practiced many times in normal times, which only attracted the applause of the soldiers.

The warrior who reported the target blew a whistle and brought the target paper covered with bullet holes to us: "One eight rings, two nine rings, and eight ten rings!"

"Okay!" The soldiers applauded and applauded the people of their hometown at the same time.

Shunzi, who was close to me, whispered behind me: "Cui Wei, don't show your eyes! The people from my hometown have won the third place in the shooting competition in our military region!"

I smiled without comment. The shooting skills of the people in my hometown are indeed good, and ten bullets can even make this result even if they shoot almost continuously. But I still feel sorry for him. He is too constrained in the standard posture.

This may have something to do with him being an instructor in the recruit camp for a long time! He repeatedly demanded standards for the shooting postures of recruits, so he also had higher and higher requirements for himself. In a subtle way, these postures had been solidified in his head. This was nothing on the shooting range, what if he could not comfortably pose these postures on the harsh terrain of the battlefield?

"It's your turn!" The people in my hometown raised the rifle in their hand at me like a show-off.

I didn't answer, and I was ready to grab the rifle in my hand. The soldiers all calmed down, and hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring at me, and even the recruits and instructors from other companies that were training around me also cast curious eyes on this side.

I believe that a considerable number of people here are waiting to see my good show and laugh at me after I make a fool of myself. But unfortunately, I am just afraid that I will disappoint them!

"Prepare! Start..."

As my hometown people gave me the order, I rushed out. I walked along the diagonal line on the left toward the chest ring target. "Bang bang!" After firing two shots, I suddenly turned to the ground and rolled two times. When I got up, I immediately took a kneeling position and fired two more shots. Then I stood up and rushed to the right as fast as possible...

"Bang bang bang..." I ran and pulled the trigger to shoot all the bullets at the chest ring target. Then I suddenly stopped and fell to the ground, pulled out a grenade and threw it towards the target.

Of course, this grenade did not ignite the fuse. I knew that there were still soldiers who reported the target in the shooting range to hide there! Later I found out that the grenade just fell to his feet, which scared him so much that he was sweating all over. It was said that he was screaming in his dream that night!

It was time for the grenade to explode. I was lying on the ground and I was not idle in my hand. I pulled out the three-edged military spear on my waist to install it, and then shouted "Kill!" and rushed up! With a "chi!", a few seconds later, the military spear stabbed a hole in the target.

All the movements were done in one go without any pauses, only more than two minutes before and after. I put away the rifle with satisfaction, looked at the target warrior who was still stunned at the grenade in the tunnel, took off the target paper and walked back.

The square was silent, no one spoke or applause. The other soldiers who were practicing around them stopped their movements and turned their eyes to me in unconsciously. It was not until I put the target paper in front of the people in my hometown that the soldiers exclaimed a burst of praise, and then there was a burst of applause.

Three nine rings and eight ten rings, plus a bayonet hole...

The faces of the people in my hometown changed, and the blue veins on their foreheads leaped, and they didn’t know if they were surprise or anger. After a while, they asked, “Did you practice when you were a militia?”

"Um!" I couldn't help but be stunned, and then nodded quickly.

Although he answered this way, he said in his heart that he was very dangerous: I just wanted to win the bet to help the soldiers prepare for some pre-war preparations, but I didn’t expect that suddenly becoming so powerful would arouse others’ suspicion, and maybe even treat me as a spy or something! But from the tone of the hometown people, it seems that "I" used to be a militia, so it’s much easier to do!

"Yeah!" The people from the hometown nodded, raised their heads to the soldiers, and said to me: "They are yours!"

"Instructor!" I hurriedly stopped the people in my hometown and said, "I, I can't teach the standard shooting posture, so you should teach it! But I hope you can give me the rest of the time, and... can I give me some suggestions?"

"explain!"

"Send the bullets to the soldiers! Learn while shooting!" I suggested: "After shooting, you will summarize your experience and discuss with each other! I think learning to shoot will be faster!"

In fact, this is the process of volunteer soldiers learning to shoot guns. It is not impossible to learn shooting postures first like now. If you have a lot of time, learning postures first and then shooting guns can save a lot of bullets. But what we lack most now is time, and bullets are not a shortage now, so it is still necessary to waste more bullets.

The people in my hometown obviously were not very happy to do this, but after gritting their teeth, they still nodded in a manner that they were willing to accept the loss.

So the soldiers quickly got the bullets and entered the live ammunition to shoot. The people from the hometown were doing their duty and constantly explaining and pointing out the shortcomings of the soldiers. Gunshots suddenly sounded in the square.

"Hey! You can do it!" Shunzi secretly approached me and whispered: "I can't tell you are so capable, I really scared you! Well, now my hometown people have given us to you for practice, and finally a little good life has passed!"

The soldiers around me would also smile. I smiled without comment. Their meaning was obvious. I thought I was their comrade and brother, so I would definitely not make things difficult for them in training, but they would soon know that this idea was a big mistake!

"Second company gather!"

After lunch, the soldiers had an hour of lunch break, but as soon as they lay down, I blew the whistle to the assembly.

The soldiers did not dare to neglect them. They all sorted out their equipment as quickly as possible and rushed out of the dormitory and lined up in front of me. When they saw it was me, the formation quickly loosened a little, and there was a smile on their faces.

I couldn't help frowning, knowing that things were not as simple as I thought, and these soldiers were not convinced by me. Although I had just shown my skills in front of them in the morning, I was still a soldier after all, and some of them in the queue were my squad leader and platoon leader. How could they obey my orders so quickly? In their eyes, I just won the power of training from the people in my hometown.

"Standing at attention!" I shouted the command, but the effect was much worse than I thought, and worse than when I was in my hometown.

I was secretly shocked. If this continues, I am afraid that not only will I not be able to get them to adapt to the battlefield as soon as possible, but will make them climb onto my head!

Do you want people from my hometown to come and suppress them?

No! I quickly gave up this plan. I have never been the kind of person who relies on other people's power. I can't say that my hometown people are now watching my jokes in the dark!

I squinted my eyes, glanced at the soldiers who were my comrades and my superiors who had just been my comrades and my superiors, and said, "I don't care what you were before, whether it was my squad leader or my platoon leader! I only know one thing now, you are my soldiers, you must obey my orders! Otherwise, I will deal with it with my own military law!"

"Hmph!" A sneer came from the team.

"Wang Wenchang! Get out of the line!"

Wang Wenchang stood up. He was the platoon leader of the four rows, the soldier who snorted coldly. In the recruit camp, it was common for new recruits with excellent grades and excellent skills to serve as teachers. Before that, Wang Wenchang was designated as a teacher by his hometown because of his excellent grades and standard movements. He usually shouted in front of us, but this time he looked down on me, the teacher who won the bet.

"Do you have any objections to me?" I asked coldly.

Perhaps it is because I have been the leader of the regiment, and I will never allow others to challenge my authority like this. If this can be tolerated, then there is no need to practice this soldier in the future!

"Report to the teacher!" Wang Wenchang replied: "The state has national laws, and the military has military rules! If the teacher does not comply with the military rules, how can we be required to comply with the military rules..."

"I'll tell you!" I stared into Wang Wenchang's eyes and interrupted him viciously: "I have never been a person who abides by military rules. Whatever my superiors do is my business! What I want to deal with you is your business!"

"Report to the teacher!" Wang Wenchang stood up and said, "I only abide by..."

Before Wang Wenchang could finish his words, he was hit on the ground by my buttstock. Before he could react, I loaded bullets for my rifle as fast as possible, and then "bang bang bang..." A series of bullets hit Wang Wenchang's feet, scaring him to climb back all the way, but the bullets still chased him until he retreated to the team...

"Are you crazy?" The hometown man rushed out of the dormitory and pressed my gun. He obviously didn't expect me to do this.

"I'm crazy!" I broke free from the hands of my hometown people, glanced at the soldiers in front of me with horror, and shouted in a low but unquestionable voice: "Joining a soldier is to defend his country, and defending his country is inevitable to fight! When fighting, you must always remember that this is the battlefield! If someone does not obey orders, I will use this to answer him!"

As he said that, he raised his gun to the sky and fired the last two bullets!

"Do you understand?"

"clear!"

"Speak louder!"

"clear!"

"I can't hear it!"

"clear……"

"Very good!" I nodded with satisfaction until the soldiers were roaring and answering, pointing to the boxes of things beside me and said, "Bring two days of dry food, two base ammunition, targeting Huangzhushan!"

"Yes!" the soldiers responded, tremblingly lined up to lead the compressed biscuits.

"Instructor!" I stood up in front of the people in my hometown and said, "Go with us!"

The hometown man looked at me blankly for a while, and after a long time, he smiled bitterly, "Boy, I have never seen anyone as cruel as you!"

I smiled and didn't say anything, but I was thinking in my heart: You are even more cruel and haven't seen you yet!

In extraordinary times, extraordinary means must be used! At this time, I couldn't help but remember what Commander Pang told me: "To become a successful commander, you must be cruel to the enemy and to your own people!"

Look at Wang Wenchang again. His legs were still trembling when he walked, and there seemed to be two bullet holes in his shaking trousers! It's no wonder that they were all children who grew up in peace. When did they see this scene!

But that's good! It's much better to scare them now than to be scared like this on the battlefield.

Huangzhu Mountain is a mountain four kilometers away from the military camp. This mountain is named after the dense yellow bamboo growing. The mountain is steep and continuous for several miles.

When we were crossing the road for five kilometers, we often had to pass this mountain. At that time, I was thinking that Vietnam was full of jungles. If the soldiers were to quickly adapt to the battlefield, this mountain was an ideal place. I also wanted to find an opportunity to make this suggestion to my hometown, but now it seems that it is not necessary!

The soldiers were so tired that they had just run four kilometers in full armed manner. They rushed to Huangzhu Mountain without stopping. And I was still urging behind me:

"Move quickly. The enemy is trying to seize the position on the top of the mountain on the back slope. We must occupy the position one step ahead of the enemy!"

"Scatter! Scatter! Crowd in a pile, are you worried that the enemy shells will not kill you?"

"You, pick up the magazine! You can't throw bullets without any loss! What can you use to hit the enemy without bullets?"

Sometimes in order to create the nervous effect on the battlefield, I would shoot a few shots from behind and force the soldiers to run towards the top of the mountain like crazy.

The height of Huangzhu Mountain was 400 meters. More than half an hour later, the soldiers successfully reached the top of the mountain. As soon as they arrived at the destination, the soldiers lay down to the ground, thinking that they could complete the task and rest. But I raised my hand and shot two more times:

"Attach me, the enemy is about to launch an attack! Take advantage of favorable terrain and organize defense!"

"Take out your engineer shovels and build fortifications immediately! Dig a foxhole first and prevent gun holes! Connect them into trenches if you have time!"

"Everyone uses some force and take out some military appearance! Dig like you, and the enemy can't hide a single foot if they hit you!"

...

After the fortifications are completed, live-fire shooting is followed. Shooting in the jungle and in the shooting range are completely different, because those targets are not exposed to us one by one, but are hidden behind bamboo forests, in hills, and in stone caves. If you don’t observe carefully, you will not be able to find them, let alone hit them.

When the sun gradually set, the training finally came to an end. The soldiers were all so tired that they lay down, but they still had to obey my orders and set up open and secret whistles around, so that they could rest.

I was so tired that my whole body was weak. I was fine in other places. I was shouting loudly and screaming all day long, and my throat hurt like a crack. I drank a few sips of water in the kettle, bit a few sips of compressed biscuits, and then found a clean place to lie down.

"I said Cui Wei!" Shunzi sneaked to me and asked in a low voice: "Why are we trying to do this? I thought you could enjoy it by training troops, but..."

"Shunzi!" I said earnestly: "I don't want this, you will understand in the future! This is for your own good!"

Shunzi couldn't help but tremble all over when he heard this, and looked at me in fear and said, "You mean... are you going to fight?"

"Tsk, how could I know!" I realized that I had missed it, and quickly pretended to be serious and replied: "Have you heard the instructor say that I sweat more before the war and less bleeding during the war? We revolutionary soldiers are always ready to contribute to the motherland, right?"

Seeing that I was singing high-profile, Shunzi had no choice but to leave with a lot of doubts and dissatisfaction.

"Boy, you're an expert!" The man from my hometown sat next to me and handed me a cigarette: "I said that you can develop this skill even if you become a militia?"

"How can it be!" I smoked and blew, and then replied: "My father is a veteran! I have fought in North Korea for several years, but I have never become a prefect. I don't know if he wants to enjoy the official career or what, but when he comes back, he treats me as his soldier!"

The hometown people laughed: "No wonder!"

Then he looked at the surrounding trenches and the sentry just laid out, and said thoughtfully: "It's really a bit like fighting. If our army needs more soldiers like you, that's great!"

I smiled and said, "Our army is so big, I need to find a few people like me who are not everywhere..."

"You don't know this!" The hometown man frowned and took a few sips of cigarettes: "The army hasn't been trained for a long time!"

"The army has not trained?" I couldn't help but ask in confusion: "What are you doing?"

"We are engaged in production! We are engaged in construction!" The hometown people replied: "We responded to Chairman Mao's call, relied on our own and had enough food and clothing, and opened up land to grow vegetables and grains by ourselves! Many soldiers took more time to take hoes than guns! If there was training, there were also some. Whenever there was a military competition, we would be able to train several companies for one or two months and get a ranking! "

"Ah!" I was shocked when I heard this. All the troops of this era are doing this?

But thinking about it, I still vaguely remember that when I was a child, I heard of "big production", "Bei Dahuang turned into Beidazhuang" and so on. Isn't it all the troops to do these things? It seems that this is true when I hear the words of my hometown people.
Chapter completed!