The students who were learning mortars in the Third Squadron stared at each other and didn't know what was going on, so that this veteran, who has always been known for being approachable, suddenly became furious.

"You guys say, is the kitchen squad leader taking gun medicine or what?"

"You know, you see, the squadron leader can't do anything to him."

"It's not that we're sitting on the bench these days, and the kitchen squad leader feels frustrated?"

"I'm in the fifth year, so do you think he will take this little thing to heart? If I want to see, something big happened!"

"Didn't the volunteer soldiers be approved?"

"I don't know, stop discussing these things, you goblins!"

Holding the food, Zhuang Yan and Yan Su squatted under the tree and discussed for a long time but couldn't figure it out. It was hard to tell where the fire from the kitchen squad leader came from.

Generally speaking, if there is no answer in the third district team, it is definitely the squadron's gossip king Wang Dazui who took action personally.

I have to say that Wang Datong is definitely a diplomatic talent. Wen Zhuangyan took a few cigarettes. The guy swayed to the side of the soldiers in the kitchen squad and squatted for a while. He divided a few cigarettes and quickly helped the students of the third squadron who were confused by the two monks to figure out the real reason why the chef squadron leader was angry.

The reason why the kitchen squad leader got angry was because of a shell that had made the wrong loading.

In a live ammunition assessment yesterday afternoon, a battalion of the 273rd Regiment provided firepower support to the offensive infantry with a newly issued new 82 mortar. ::

Since the five gunners responsible for loading are recruits, they have learned a lot in theory and seen more coaches, but it is the first time that the real guy has touched them in his hand.

Mortar shells are fired by pieces of ejected medicine packs placed at the tail of the bullet. The charges are divided into zero, one, two, three, and four...

And so on, the larger the number, the longer the shooting distance.

The gunfire support distance that day was very close, so after calculation by the squad leader, the No. 1 load was used.

However, due to the difference between the new cannon's launching medicine package and the old cannon, the amount of the No. 1 loading medicine package of the old cannon shell is different from the No. 1 loading medicine package of the new cannon shell is thin and thick. The process of the new cannon shell has been upgraded, and one piece is over two pieces.

When the live ammunition was fired that day, the recruit gunner was nervous and got the medicine bag wrong, and directly locked a thick piece of the ejection medicine bag in accordance with the old pattern and buckled it on the tail tube.

In this way, the additional medicine bag and the basic charge of the tail tube is equivalent to the single-number tablet being filled with double-number tablets, which is more than twice as many as possible!

As the fourth gunner who re-inspected the shells, the third gunner who was the middle-passing one was not discovered, and the second gunner who was loading was not discovered...

Is it because the recruits are nervous or the running-in problem in the revision of old textbooks? Anyway, the "added" shell flew out of the cannon chamber in a mess, crossed the drill cordon in a mess, flew over one another and then another, and finally plunged into a grassland on a hillside.

What's even more terrible is that there were two cows stocked by ordinary people on the grass, eating tender grass leisurely on the hillside.

"Fortunately they were two cows. If they were two ordinary people or responsible comrades, I'll see if your artillery soldiers would poke their dog eyes blind to thank the world!"

When he mentioned this before the meal the next day, the squad leader's face was still angry. He knocked the bucket with an iron rice spoon, as if he wanted to go on fire and shoot himself.

Before he stayed in the team, he was the pre-subscribed squad leader selected from the Artillery Battalion of the 273rd Regiment. After staying in the team, he also served as the coach squad leader of the mortar professional, so he had a deep affection for artillery. It is rumored that the squad leader of the artillery squad leader who made the mistake this time was still his soldiers at that time.

The honest and honest kitchen squad leader went to the nearby town to cook early in the morning. The kitchen squad leader of the other squadrons who went to each other covered his mouth behind his palms and laughed, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Finally, he couldn't help but ask the squad leader of the cooking squadron. Then the guys gestured and imitated the movement of launching artillery shells and the shocked expression of Zhang, the artillery squad, who had caused trouble after hearing about the bombs, as if he had witnessed all the process at the scene at that time, and laughed so hard that he turned back and forth and said the truth.

"The squad leader's face looked ugly! He bought vegetables with a blue face, and then came back with a blue face. When cooking, even the hot flames on the cooking truck were baking, his face was still blue!" The witness, the boss of the cooking squad of the Third Squadron, said: "Do you eat the dishes that have been very strong in the past two days? Try them, try them..."

The live-fire accident of the 273rd Regiment left the students of the Third Squadron dull on their faces. If the infantry regiment they belong to was not good, then their faces would naturally be lost.

In the last few days of the assessment exercise, when the students from the First and Second Squadrons bragged in the trenches, there was another topic about the mortar shell that flew out of the cordon and caused a big disaster. The more they talked, the more mysterious they became, the various versions were flying all over the sky.

The circular trenches are not far apart, but you can't see the piles after passing the corner, but you can smell the other end if you fart.

One morning, Zhuang Yan was spending time with Wang Dazui in the trench, but a bunch of soldiers from the second squadron on the other end of the trench were discussing the mortar accident.

One of the second squadron students said sarcastically: "Hey, hey, have you heard of it? My fellow villager was in the second battalion of 273. He said that Commander Wei Xuefeng not only was he embarrassed in front of the headquarters assessment team that day, but also paid a lot of money after turning back."

"Lost money?" The other students immediately became interested and asked, "How much did they pay?"

"When the 273rd Regiment set out to participate in the assessment, the town government at the station subsidized them 60,000 yuan in food expenses in order to support the army. As a result, the artillery of the battalion bombed two cows with one shell, and finally compensated the people 30,000 yuan."

Everyone asked: "Are two cows that expensive?"

"Cows are not that expensive, but it is said that the common people who are herding cattle are squatting in the pit nearby to remove their hands. When the shells fell, they did not blow up, but the shits were so thrust into their crotch. The person was so scared that he crawled on the shit they were pulling. This mental loss cost still requires a lot of compensation..."

"Hahahahahaha..." The student soldiers of the Second Squadron laughed wildly and thrust.

When laughter came, the solemnity of the box here was so angry that his lungs exploded. He gritted his teeth and wanted to curse people, but he didn't know who to scold.

The cigarette butt in my hand was not clamped firmly, and it fell on the other hand and burned it. It didn't hurt.

Until the end of the exercise, the students from the Third Squadron still couldn't get the spirit of the car when they came to the exercise. Everyone felt that they were shorter.

A few days later, the field pull and actual combat assessment came to an end.

The teaching team was like someone was dragged into the wild to have a picnic activity. The guns were not fired, and the cannons were not fired, and they came in full spirit and retreated with resentment.

The brigade evacuated from the exercise area one morning, and this time he took the silence train back.

Zhuangyan was afraid that he would hear other squadrons ridicule on the tank truck with mixed soldiers, so he strongly asked to stay in the car to guard the supplies.

The cars drove onto the flatbed train and were fixed with sleepers and iron chains. Each car sent two soldiers to guard supplies with guns and live ammunition. Zhuang Yan and Xu Xingguo happened to be in the same car.
Chapter completed!