What surprised everyone was not the solemn gunshot, but the gunfire of Lao Zhuang.

They are all soldiers who play with guns, and as soon as the so-called master makes a move, he knows if there is one.

10-second rapid-fire is actually not a new subject, in the 1st Company, basically the second half of the first year of military service must enter the special shooting subject.

This 10-second rapid-fire is the most basic training subject.

It's not surprising that Xiao Young is playing accurately, but Lao Zhuang looks at least fifty years old, and he actually shoots unhurriedly, shooting one shot after another, with an excellent sense of rhythm.

The essence of 10-second precision rapid fire is the rhythm.

It's not that if you play fast, you're absolutely good.

If you just pursue speed, directly adjust the safety to burst, and then press the trigger, and it will all go out in less than three seconds.

But playing like that, it is obviously difficult to master all 10 bullseyes to hit.

Therefore, this subject is the same as dancing, it requires a certain sense of rhythm, one shot after another, and each shot wants to step on the beat with the rhythm, which is the master of pursuing stability.

Everyone was whispering, discussing how many rings Lao Zhuang could hit.

"The fist is afraid of being less strong, and at a glance, you know that the company commander is the strongest!"

"Who can win against our company commander? Not even his father! ”

"Don't say it, the company commander and his father are really powerful, he has a plank and an eye, if he is thirty years younger, I will guess that he won."

"Also, I'm in my fifties, and it's rare to be able to control guns so steadily! Do you think that when you were in your fifties, you could have such a steady marksmanship? ”

Speculation is rife.

Even Han Xiaobei can't see through it.

Clouds of dust rose from the two in the distance, and it seemed that the bullets had hit the target.

As for how many rings it hits, I don't have a viewing scope now, so I can't see it.

The gunfire quickly stopped, and ten seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

The two stood up and examined their guns.

Lao Zhuang looked solemn.

The target paper was delivered quickly.

Solemn 10 shots and 10 hits, all hit on 10 rings.

Lao Zhuang hit 10 rings in 8 shots, 1 shot hit 9 rings, and one shot was actually in the 7 ring position......

Holding the target paper, Lao Zhuang looked at it silently for a long time.

"Old ......"

Lao Zhuang suddenly sighed, put down the target paper, and turned to leave.

Zhuang Yan and Han Xiaobei, you look at me, I look at you.

"I'll leave it to you here, I'll go see my dad."

Let's talk about it, solemnly go to chase Lao Zhuang.

Lao Zhuang walked on the boulevard with his hands behind his back.

The breeze is blowing and the sun is shining.

Lao Zhuang walked very slowly, listening to the sound of real shouting and killing from the training ground, and looked up to see a group of young scouts practicing the capture knife.

Countless emotions welled up in my heart.

The youth years in the green uniform appeared in my mind like a movie clip, and time and space seemed to travel back to that year in an instant, back to the era when the horizontal knife was immediately fearless, and there seemed to be a roar in my ears that stood in front of the national flag and raised my left fist to swear before going out-

“…… Brave and tenacious, not afraid of sacrifice, win glory for the motherland, win glory for the people, avenge the sacrificed comrades-in-arms, and vow to live and die with the position......"

"Dad!"

Solemnly rushed up.

"That's what happened to you?"

Lao Zhuang stood quietly, like a pile of wood.

"Dad!" Majestically shouted again.

"Ah......h

Lao Zhuang came back to his senses at this time.

"Dad, are you crying?" Zhuang Zhuang couldn't help but laugh a little: "You don't have to cry if you lose......"

"Bunny! Who said I cried! Lao Zhuang wiped the corners of his eyes unconvinced and embarrassed, and said, "It's obviously windy here......"

On the way back, Lao Zhuang didn't say anything.

When it came, the car entered the city.

It was almost noon, and the streets were full of traffic.

In recent years, the city has developed rapidly, and although a third-tier city like Linhai City is not economically strong, it can be regarded as a good operation.

The coastal industry and marine aquaculture industry have been developed, the infrastructure and people's livelihood facilities have also been improved, and the city's appearance has taken on a new look.

There used to be very few traffic jams, but now there are traffic jams......

The car stopped at the intersection and waited for a red light.

Lao Zhuang looked at everything outside the window in a daze, and suddenly spoke.

"Son, do you know when it feels most rewarding for a soldier to be a soldier?"

Solemnly holding the steering wheel, he didn't even think about replying: "Realize your military dream?" ”

Lao Zhuang shook his head and raised his chin at the traffic passing at the intersection.

"That's it."

"What are these?" Solemnity didn't understand at once.

The corners of Lao Zhuang's eyes suddenly moistened, and he said, "It's the prosperity of this land." ”

Lao Zhuang turned his head and looked at his son: "The most rewarding time to be a soldier is to see that the people in this land can live in a stable and prosperous environment, without the ravages of war, without being displaced, without worrying all day long. ”

"This is the greatest achievement of being a soldier, or a former soldier. Because at any time, you can pat your chest and say to anyone that you have contributed a little, even a small contribution, to the happiness of this country and your fellow citizens, at least so ......"

After speaking, Lao Zhuang suddenly covered his face for no reason and sobbed on the spot.

"My comrades-in-arms...... If they could see it like this today...... How nice it ......."

Yan Yan had never seen Lao Zhuang cry in front of him.

He panicked.

In a panic, he went to the tissue box to draw a tissue, and then hurriedly handed it to his father, who had always been a tough guy.

In all the memories of the solemnity, Lao Zhuang is a tough guy.

Even though he was lying in the hospital, terminally ill, his waist was harder than his bed.

Lao Zhuang doesn't cry.

Soldiers also don't believe in tears.

But Lao Zhuang really cried......

In the sunny Linhai urban area, at the crowded intersection, on the road full of the smell of fireworks and exhaust fumes, a veteran sat in his son's car, sat in the co-pilot, and cried like a child......

Lao Zhuang said that he was old.

After returning from the army that day, Lao Zhuang never went to the army again, and he never used the tone of a veteran to evaluate his son as before.

Lao Zhuang never recognized old man before, and even if the Grim Reaper was always standing behind him, ready to harvest his life with a scythe, he never thought that he would blink his eyes because of this.

went to the barracks where his son served, shot once, and lost to his own son.

There was nothing to be ashamed of.

But Lao Zhuang suddenly remembered what the great man said when he met with international students at Mozu University in 1957 - this world is yours and ours, but it still belongs to you after all.

This world, after all, belongs to young people.

For the first time, Lao Zhuang felt that he really should retire......

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