single team

Chapter 9

After all, Shao Fei didn't go to the shooting range. In the afternoon, Xiao Muting read the documents in the office and asked him to pour tea twice.

When he mixed water into the teacup for the first time, Shao Fei was still angry and his hands were shaking.The second time I felt a little calmer, but seeing Xiao Muting's indifferent expression, I was still annoyed. I put the teacup a little harder, and the tea leaves flowed out from the mouth of the cup along with the boiling water, just spilling onto my hands.

That's freshly boiled water.

Shao Fei let out a "hiss" in pain, and quickly took out a few paper towels to put on the bottom of the cup.

Xiao Muting watched indifferently until he wiped off the water on the table, and then said: "Go and rinse the cold water, and bring a basin of water back, fill it up so that the water surface is even with the edge of the basin, but don't overflow."

Shao Fei was puzzled, "What is it for?"

Xiao Muting raised his head from the document, "Aren't you afraid that standing guard for me will delay the training time? Going to the shooting range is also to practice shooting, and you can also practice shooting here. Although I have never been a special soldier, I also know that you have a basic training for sniping. The stability of your hands. You stand in a military posture with your right hand up, and you have stood guard, but you have not missed training. Why, are you still not satisfied?"

Shao Fei had nothing to say. Standing by the pool and flushing his hands, he thought: Fart!I have passed the hurdle of stability a long time ago, what I urgently need now is live ammunition and live gun training, and there is no use in holding a water basin!

If Xiao Muting was really capable, he would be able to see at a glance who had a problem with the sniper when he was on the shooting range, and he would stop to give some pointers.

But he didn't.

He just went to the shooting range every day, pretending to be the chief inspecting the grassroots troops, and his face was deliberately pretending to be "close to the people".

Shao Fei was on duty holding a basin of water, his posture was ridiculous.The events that happened after Xiao Muting came to Falcon went through over and over again in his mind, the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, the back molars chattered, and the muscles in his hands twitched accordingly.

The water is on the edge of the basin, and the slightest shake will spill out.

Shao Fei's teeth itched with hatred, and a chill came from his shoulders.

He knew that the water had been spilled, and scolded his mother in his heart, but he didn't care much.

In the past, everyone practiced the basin a lot. If the water was spilled and re-mixed, the instructor would scold them a few times and punish them by doing 100 push-ups.

This small punishment is nothing in the training camp. Shao Fei has been punished several times, and he continued to practice after finishing it, with a clear heart.

So now that the water was spilled, he didn't take it seriously, he continued to stand upright, and continued to curse Xiao Muting secretly.

Before the meal, Xiao Muting called him inside, and he went to the pool to pour out the water, took a deep breath before entering the room, suppressed his displeasure, and opened the door.

Xiao Muting's eyes fell on his right shoulder, "Did the water spill?"

He subconsciously wanted to deny it, glanced over his shoulder from the corner of his eye, and found that he couldn't hide it, so he said, "Yes."

"Huh?" Xiao Muting's face darkened a bit.

He immediately changed his words, "Yes, Team Xiao!"

The light from the corner of Xiao Muting's eyes swept over his face, "Did you just try to hide it from me and get away with it?"

Shao Fei's heart tightened, and he quickly stood up in a military posture, "Report to Team Xiao, no!"

"I told Luo Feng in front of you the day before yesterday that I would supervise your training and teach you how to behave." Xiao Muting turned and walked towards the bookshelf by the wall, "You might think I was just talking, but I didn't expect You have to do it so soon."

There are not many books in the bookshelf, but there are many folders, and there are more than a dozen photo frames that are spotlessly wiped. Some photos have turned yellow, and some photos are still like new—these are the life photos of the members of the Second Squadron. .

While looking for something, Xiao Muting asked in a low mood: "Similar to negligence, how will Falcon's instructor punish you?"

Shao Fei didn't expect that the surnamed Xiao would punish himself. Then he thought about it, Liang Dui is so fierce, and he only punished him with 100 push-ups. What does Xiao Muting know, can he still punish him with 200 push-ups?

Even if it is 200, he is not afraid, so he replied: "100 push-ups as a penalty."

"That's it?" Xiao Muting turned around, holding a bamboo ruler as long as a forearm and as wide as two fingers.

Shao Fei felt a chill in his tailbone, seeing Xiao Muting walking towards him slowly, he even took a step back in a futile way.

Holding the bamboo ruler in his right hand, Xiao Muting stretched out his left hand towards him, "Give me the right hand."

Shao Fei put his hands behind his back, his left hand tightly squeezed his right hand, his big eyes became more vivid with surprise and a little panic.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Xiao Muting's mouth, "Stretch out your right hand."

These words are like an invisible thread, one end is held by Xiao Muting's fingertips, and the other end is tied to Shao Fei's wrist.

Shao Fei raised his right hand, lowered his head, opened his fingers tremblingly, revealing the newly scabbed wound on his palm.

He is only 20 years old, but his palms and finger pulps are covered with obvious calluses, layer upon layer, rough and without aesthetic feeling.

Xiao Muting pulled this hand, without any interest in appreciation or pity, the bamboo ruler fell mercilessly, and when it hit the scab in the palm, it made a crisp sound.

pain!

Shao Fei's whole body trembled, his red eyes looked at Xiao Muting in disbelief, he couldn't believe that the bamboo ruler would really fall down.

And hit so hard!

Xiao Muting looked at him calmly, "Does it hurt?"

Shao Fei pursed his lips tightly, the grievance in his eyes overwhelmed the anger, he stood without saying a word, his neck stiffened, his stubborn appearance was very painful.

But Xiao Muting did not let him go, the bamboo ruler smacked the palm of his hand one by one, the scab burst, blood gushed out from the palm, and it was a red paste.

Shao Fei endured the pain, and when Xiao Muting hit him, he counted in his heart, and after counting to 20, he couldn't count.

The brain is numb with pain, and the heart is throbbing unbearably. Everyone knows that the fingers are connected to the heart, but only those who have suffered from the palm of the hand know that the palm is connected to the heart.

There was a burst of sweet smell in his throat, and the uncontrollable growl broke into out-of-tuned moans.Tears squeezed out from the corners of the eyes, and the water vapor wet the eye sockets, but the tears hung stubbornly on the eyelashes, refusing to slide down.

Xiao Muting put down the bamboo ruler, held the trembling fingertips, "Do you know why I punished you?"

Shao Fei raised his left arm, wiped away the tears from his eyelashes with his sleeve, and his voice was not obvious crying—unwilling and stubborn, not wanting to admit that he was afraid.

"I know! Because the water is shaking out!"

With a sound of "pa", the bamboo ruler fell into the palm of his hand again, Xiao Muting said with a stern look on his face, "Wrong. Because you know that you can't do your best, but you have an attitude of indifference."

Shao Fei opened his eyes wide, feeling more confused in his grievance.

Xiao Muting let go of his hand, walked towards the bookshelf, took out cotton and alcohol from the standing medicine box, sterilized the bamboo ruler carelessly, wiped it clean and put it back in its original place.Turning around, he said, "You're taking chances, thinking that it doesn't matter if you sprinkle the water, and you don't sprinkle it every time. And even if you sprinkle it, it doesn't mean that you can't hit the target when you snipe."

Shao Fei's whole face was red, it was pain, anger, resentment, fear of being seen through at a glance.

Xiao Muting said again: "Actually, your idea is correct. What does it matter if you sprinkle it once? You are just a mortal, not a god, not a machine. You have emotions, and when you are in a bad state, you sprinkle it when you sprinkle it. Mix it with water. That’s right. Besides, it’s just basic training, the one who does the best may not be the strongest sniper, and the one who doesn’t do well may have a higher hit rate.”

"But we can change it to another scene." Xiao Muting sat on the sofa, folded his hands on his abdomen, "You are a sniper who provides fire cover for your comrades. When you fired the first shot, your hands trembled. Bullets start over? You can start over, can your comrades who are deeply trapped in the enemy's battle?"

Shao Fei was shocked.

Xiao Muting smiled, "You are indeed not a machine, let alone a god. But when you wear this camouflage and go out as a Falcon special soldier, you are a god, and you must treat yourself as a god."

"Otherwise how do you protect the brothers who turn their backs on you?"

"There is nothing wrong with your combat skills, but your mentality needs to be adjusted urgently. A sniper must calm down, and you are now restless, and you can't even do a tray well."

"I..." Shao Fei wanted to argue, but Xiao Muting raised his hand to interrupt him, his tone was softer than before, "Isn't Liang Zheng the instructor who took you before?"

Shao Fei nodded blankly.

Xiao Muting showed a clear expression, "Captain Liang is disgusting and kind. He doesn't have enough discipline, so let me do it for him."

After a pause, Xiao Muting waved to Shao Fei, "Come."

Shao Fei stood on the spot, watching him vigilantly, not daring to go forward, but had to go forward, like a stray dog ​​being bullied.

The "bad guy" who had beaten a stray dog ​​not long ago squatted on the ground, with a bone in his hand, and said softly, "Come on."

The voice was full of bewitching, and the bone exuded a tempting fragrance. The stray dog ​​had been hungry for several days, and even if it was beaten again, it would not miss the opportunity to feed its hunger.

Shao Fei walked over slowly.Xiao Muting wanted to grab his hand, but he retracted instinctively, the fear in his eyes was clearly visible.

Xiao Muting smiled, took out cotton, iodophor, gauze, and medicinal powder, and placed them on the tea table beside the sofa.

Shao Fei stood uneasily by the sofa, when the back of his right hand was supported by the warm palm, the already numb pain became a little bit sharper.

He frowned tightly, looking like he was trying to endure the pain.

Xiao Muting held his hand to disinfect and apply medicine, and before wrapping it in gauze, he lightly pressed the cotton soaked in iodophor on his palm.

He finally couldn't hold it back, let out a cry of pain, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Xiao Muting asked: "Do you know it hurts?"

Holding back his tears, he sniffed heavily, his voice muffled and aggrieved, "Got it."

Xiao Muting wrapped the gauze on him, got up and patted his tangled hair, "It's good to know, you're still a good boy."