Everyday, I'm lonely.

Li Zheng had the winning personality of a young man, and his status as a prestigious university student added a lot of capital to his self-confidence.

He thought that with his own comprehension ability, it is reasonable to say that a noon will be able to understand the deep meaning of Zhuang Yan's words.

As a result, the reality was ruthless.

That noon, Hou Jun and Zhuang colonel two people in a ping ping ping ping hit a noon, but also exchanges a noon, Li Zheng and Zhang Jian two new recruits egg lying on the ground penis are lying out, half a point of Zhuang Yan taught the essence of the shooting did not comprehend out.

The first noon, Li Zheng is gray but stir-fry back to the new company to go.

Getting off the car when Zhuang Yan lowered the window, said a meaningful words to Li Zheng: "You can not even restrain their own impatience, the heart is not quiet, the gun how to play well?"

Finished turning the car around and disappeared outside the camp gate with a kick of the gas, leaving Li Zheng standing in the sunlight with a messy brain.

Also suffered a blow to Zhang Jian.

Must know that Zhang Jian this person than Li Zheng more pride, always boasted that he grew up in the military camp on the teenage shooting live ammunition Zhang chief of staff's son will not be able to understand the failure to blame for the Zhuang major's trickery on the mystery.

"I see that this Chief of Staff Zhuang has no intention of teaching us real skills."

Waiting for Zhuang Yan's car to leave, Zhang Jian kicked a stone on the ground out of the distance and said indignantly, "Aiming the gun is just a matter of talking so metaphysically, I've been ... since I was a kid."

But the words did not finish, he felt two cold gazes shooting from the side.

At a glance, it was Hou Jun who hadn't left yet.

At this time, Hou Jun to eat people, the kind of aura belonging to the veteran suddenly spread out again, pressure Zhang Jian to the side of the mouth half of the words were swallowed back into the stomach.

Hou Jun said: "people hall a major, guilty of wasting time with you two new recruits? You don't have to think about it with your own brainless toes, as far as? As for it? What's the point? Is that so?"

A series of three "as for?", asked Zhang Jian speechless.

Hou Jun continued, "Zhang Jian ah Zhang Jian, do you know what your biggest weakness is?"

Zhang Jian did not dare to speak.

Hou Jun hummed and then gave an answer, "Pride! A haughtiness that does not match your abilities!"

Zhang Jian's face turned red and white for a while, and he hooked his head and didn't dare to retort with half a word.

After Hou Jun left, the embarrassed Zhang Jian felt that he needed to find some moral support, so he turned to Li Zheng.

In normal times, Zhang Jian would never say more than half a word to Li Zheng.

But now the two of them were in a sense two difficult brothers on the same boat, being mocked by Zhuang Yan and scolded by Hou Jun, it had a great impact on his self-confidence, and at this moment, he needed a life-saving straw to support his illusory arrogance.

"Am I wrong? Li Zheng, do you think so? I didn't say it wrong right? The platoon leader is also really ..."

Li Zheng looked at him expressionlessly for a moment before saying, "I think the platoon leader is right."

Throwing down these words, he went back to the platoon room without looking back.

Unlike Zhang Jian, Li Zheng did not have such a high starting point, so naturally, he did not have such a big frame.

Compared to Zhang Jian, he didn't have any psychological burden.

He wasn't a son of the army and didn't grow up playing with guns, so even if he couldn't hit the target, it wasn't a big deal.

Zhang Jian is different.

Cow blowing to the sky, now the cow in the head flying, do not make efforts to continue to blow, to fall down will smash their own.

But bragging also need to be able to, to capital.

Like Hou Jun, usually blowing a cow, no one dares to say anything about him.

Have the ability, others convinced.

How about yourself?

Well.

Aiming a gun are by Zhuang Yan said nothing, originally feel quite powerful, in front of Zhuang Yan is as retarded as a small idiot.

To the end, looking for Li Zheng to seek support, did not think that Li Zheng also lazy to take care of him.

Zhang Jian was a little lost.

He knew that his popularity in the first platoon was poor, so poor that almost no one was willing to talk to him.

Of course, he did not want to change.

It's just that rivers and mountains are easy to change and nature is hard to change.

As soon as he opened his mouth, words with arrogance and mockery spewed out like a bursting machine gun.

The end result is of course being isolated.

One actually has to seek Li Zheng's moral support ...

Zhang Jian suddenly wanted to slap himself twice and swore that he would never be like this again.

Even if he suffocated to death, he would never strike up a conversation with him, Li Zheng!

Hmph!

What the hell!

...

The next day at noon, Zhuang Yan was still on time to pick up the three of them to go to the division's small shooting range.

However, the next day's noon was no different from the first day.

The two of them again took an empty gun there to aim at the target, a lie down again is a noon.

Zhuang Yan and Hou Jun is still the same, in the side banging live ammunition, bullets tube enough, tube cool.

This is simply a torment for the two new recruits.

The feeling of an artillery cooking class cook participating in a live-fire exercise has returned.

Zhuang Yan still likes to make sudden attacks, suddenly stopped the gun, turned around and came to check.

After checking, as usual, a mocking output, the two people's self-esteem into the mud and water wildly pressed, either here is not good, or there is not allowed, either biased this way, or biased that way.

"If you can't even aim the gun right, don't even shoot live ammunition, it's all the people's taxes, how dare you?"

This kind of words simply hit the soul.

Whether it was Li Zheng or Zhang Jian, they all belonged to the type with strong self-esteem.

If Zhuang Yan had only scolded the two for their lack of skill and talent, then it would have been fine.

To scold them for wasting the tax paid by the people was a much bigger statement.

However, the two still had to hold it in.

They could only hold it in.

Li Zheng had been pondering the meaning of the words Zhuang Yan had said, but he just hadn't been able to figure it out.

Aiming at the situation this thing is subjective, it is not data, not a picture, can not be written, can not be drawn, is a very mold lake concept.

How to engrave it in the brain?

How can it be engraved in the brain?

Every check, Zhuang Yan said the original correct aiming situation has produced changes, has not allowed.

Why didn't Platoon Leader Hou Jun say so?

Wu Yi squad leader also did not say?

In the end is Zhuang major level is too high, or Hou Jun and Wu Yi level did not arrive?

Thinly lakeside thought of a noon, aiming at a noon.

Time flies.

In the end, it was still gray but still sent back to the recruit company.

Li Zheng is not in the mood to talk, Zhang Jian also lost his temper, Hou Jun looked at the two people hehehe sneered and walked away by himself.

Standing under the poisonous sun at noon, Li Zheng and Zhang Jian looked at me, I looked at you, like two defeated roosters hanging their heads in shame back to the platoon room.

The training is still going on day after day.

It is still the same ...

Lie on the ground, aim at the target, according to the empty gun.

Even the division responsible for the protection of the two public service soldiers are beginning to feel that Li Zheng and Zhang Jian is a laughing stock, they lie on the ground, they watched, watching from afar, covering their mouths, occasionally pointing to this side, whispering, and then laughing loudly.

That day at noon came a few division staff officers, also came over to shoot, see Zhuang Yan in, naturally inevitable comparison.

And quite rightly lost a mess.

These young officers are not accustomed to Zhuang Yan, but can not win Zhuang Yan, so will hold a stomach of fire and sprinkled on the head of the two new recruits, said aiming at the empty gun do not block the shooting position, with the occupation of the pit does not shit what is the same?

Saying that, but also will they drive to shoot the line of the farthest and most remote two positions, so that they do not again here is an eyesore affect their shooting mood.

This behavior is more or less not give face to Zhuang Yan, after all, the two people are Zhuang Yan brought over.

But the strange thing is, Zhuang Yan saw, also not stop, by these staff officers will be two recruits from the shade of the target position below the hot sun, roasted like a pig baked in the middle of the day.

Li Zheng felt that he was dragged out of the exhibition clown.

Zhang Jian felt that the universe is going to explode, almost did not stand up and expose himself, lifting out his father, the chief of staff to pressure people.

In the end, neither of them had a fit.

The barracks is a very strange place, no matter how big your temper in the place, most of the time in the slowly adapt to the atmosphere, accept that set of strict hierarchical system, suppress their own impulses in the past, and honestly pinned his tail as a person.

Because this is an armed group, with the ability to speak of the place.

You have to have the ability to speak loudly.

Li Zheng feels that those staff officers have trampled so much nonsense on themselves and Zhang Jian, but didn't dare to stutter a word with Hou Jun, I'm afraid that they know Hou Jun's ability.

Dare to say half a word, Hou Jun directly said, a staff officer, or let's race how?

You see how those staff officers end?

The third day of the situation did not half a bit of improvement, and finally or gray Buttermilk end.

The situation does not seem to have improved ...

Then came the fifth day ...

There are still two days to go before the final assessment.

Li Zheng and Zhang Jian so far, followed by Zhuang Yan opened a small stove, but a gun has not been issued, the whole four days of noon, are lying on the lonely.