Chapter 644
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"Setting off firecrackers in the army? I don't know what you're thinking. Is this a place to set off firecrackers? After No. 16 High School, it'll be our Provincial First High School's turn. " Ye Chien looked to the west. The rolling mountains were high and endless. At this moment, even the sun's light was blocked. The mountains were so high that they separated the sky from the earth, making it so that the sun could no longer shine on the shooting range.
Ye Chien had always admired the army's choice of camp, especially the ones near the mountains. The sun could shine early, and by the time the sun set in the afternoon, they could set up a shady place early.
The same was true for the anti-chemical regiment, but the shooting range, which could accommodate more than 10,000 people, had already been set up in the shade.
The heat hadn't completely dissipated yet. Walking on the withered grass, the Provincial First High School students saw that only the last three classes of No. 16 High School students hadn't finished their target practice.
They only ran ten kilometers, and even returned earlier than the Provincial First High School.
Thinking of this, the Provincial First High School students couldn't help but feel depressed. They were all training together, so why did No. 16 High School's students run ten kilometers less? They ran twenty kilometers back, but No. 16 High School had already finished their target practice!
But no matter how unhappy they were, they couldn't say it out loud. The schools were all different.
By the time all 17 classes of Provincial First High School had gathered, No. 16 High School had already finished their target practice, which also meant that six days of military training had finally come to an end.
Enter, leave. The nearly 800 students of Provincial First High School watched as No. 16 High School's classes left the shooting range one after another under the instructor's command. They also saw a row of countless long guns set up on the grass. This was the anti-chemical regiment's light weapons shooting area, which was also the shooting range.
Next to each gun was a soldier in camouflage. After all, this was a matter of handling guns. A group of students who didn't know anything but liked to pretend they knew what they were doing, so there was nothing wrong with being a little cautious.
The guns were already set up, but the people were still at least two meters away from the guns. They couldn't get close, so they could only stretch their necks to look. Most of the boys wanted to take a look, while the girls whispered after looking.
"What gun is this? It's so long. Why does it seem different from the ones we saw before? "
"I didn't see a real gun before, so it's definitely different. I'm a little nervous. I forgot what I taught you before … How are you going to shoot like this? "
Since there was target practice in the military training program, there would naturally be lectures and explanations to let the students know and understand a little. As for why guns were different … Naturally, it would be explained using a simulated gun.
What was real couldn't be fake, and what was fake couldn't be real. There was still a difference.
"I haven't forgotten, but I heard that the shooting is very tight. When the bullet is fired, it can numb the shoulder. I wonder if it's true?"
"That's bad. Don't tell me I can't even fire a gun! I'm not strong enough. "
There were a lot of guns, but they were also quite scary. Moreover, these guns were all type 81 rifles. Some of the rifles even had human lives on them. Rifles with human lives on them would have an aura. That was the aura left behind by the person who held it.
The students standing at the front were already scared before they even touched the guns. In fact, they were influenced by these guns. Which commoner wasn't afraid of guns? Guns could protect the country, but they could also be used to kill people.
It was normal for students to be afraid of guns, especially girls who were born with sharp six senses. Therefore, they were often the first to feel fear.
Boys were different. Boys didn't have military dreams, but they were born with the dream of being a hero. Men and guns had a natural connection. When they saw it, they naturally wanted to touch it.
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