Chapter 348: The Training Life

Li Xuewu glanced at the doorway, closed his eyes, and began to sleep.

This day had been exhausting enough; he hadn't even managed to sleep at noon, and after sitting on the train for over three hours, his whole body felt uncomfortable.

After lying down, Li Xuewu felt like he hadn't even been asleep for five minutes before he was jolted awake by the reveille in the corridor.

Damn it, this is the exact same tune as the reveille in the army!

Li Xuewu looked up at the sky outside the window, jumped out of bed, and kicked Huang Gan, who was still motionless.

"Hmm?"

"Hmm? My ass! Do you want to be the chicken slaughtered to warn the monkeys? Get up now!"

Huang Gan turned his head, saw that Li Xuewu was already getting dressed, and hurriedly jumped out of bed to follow suit.

"Get back here, damn it!"

Li Xuewu grabbed Huang Gan, who had dressed and washed his face and was about to run out, pointed at the bed, and said, "Internal affairs score!"

"Oh, oh, oh, you really are a clever little devil!"

"Devil your grandfather! How the hell did I end up with a pig for a teammate!"

The two of them bickered while folding their quilts, and Li Xuewu even helped Huang Gan shape his quilt into a tofu block before they pulled the door open and ran out.

Sure enough, when they ran to the building entrance, they saw an assessment officer checking his watch.

Li Xuewu and the other weren't exactly fast, but they weren't slow either. Huang Gan glanced at Li Xuewu and ran into the formation without daring to say another word.

Li Xuewu didn't know the assessment criteria for the morning assembly time, but judging by the expression on the man checking the watch, he knew the unlucky ones behind them were going to have points deducted.

Early in the morning—no, it should be said at dawn—under the leadership of squad leader Zhou Zhengquan, who was shouting slogans, the team began their morning exercises.

Because they were near the coast, following the guidance of the assessment officer, the team exited the main gate and ran along the small path outside the wall toward the seaside.

The beach here was quite clean; apart from some remains of marine life, there was only sand.

They hadn't felt it on the small path, but once they hit the sand, some people started to feel the strain.

Every step taken on this sand caused them to slide back half a step, meaning half the effort was wasted.

Not only was the effort wasted, but it also took more energy.

Most importantly, everyone was wearing yellow rubber shoes, and damn it, the sand getting inside was chafing their feet.

By now, everyone was feeling uncomfortable; it seemed like only one person didn't feel a thing.

Huang Gan looked at Li Xuewu, who was running like a donkey in front of him without any effort at all, and couldn't help but curse him as an animal under his breath.

The group slowed down, but Li Xuewu didn't. Since the others didn't want to fall behind, they could only struggle to keep up.

Now it had become Li Xuewu leaving everyone in the dust, while behind him, a group of trainees, tired like stupid dogs, were struggling to catch up.

The assessment officer looked at Li Xuewu, then at Li Xuewu's black boots, and gave him a high score in his notebook.

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared.

This beach was indeed very long, but the distance they could run wasn't; a round trip was only a little over five miles.

Li Xuewu ran to the turnaround marker, took a look, and saw that past the railing was a pier.

This pier wasn't small, extending about twenty meters into the sea. At this moment, the docked fishing boats were unloading their catch onto the pier.

Looking back at the long, stretched-out line of the team, Li Xuewu still had the leisure to check what kind of catch was coming off the boats.

Hairtail, small yellow croaker, tongue sole, scallops, razor clams, ark clams, clams, swimming crabs, sea snails, squid, mantis shrimp...

These were all the little animals Li Xuewu liked!

By now, the sky was slowly brightening, and a fish-belly white had already appeared on the sea.

Li Xuewu looked at the fishing boats floating on the sea; they were a bit larger than his own, and many were already using motorized equipment.

"Comrade, do you sell seafood here?"

Seeing a young man standing by the pier counting the incoming catch, Li Xuewu jumped over the railing, walked onto the pier, and asked.

The young man hadn't expected someone to come up behind him. He turned his head, just about to lose his temper, but saw a dark, burly man looking down at him.

"Uh, who are you...?"

The young man looked at Li Xuewu's attire; he didn't look like someone from the local village.

"Hehe, I'm a cadre here for training."

"Oh, oh, oh."

The young man leaned against the railing and said to Li Xuewu, who was standing there propped against the railing, "I know, from that school next door, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Li Xuewu took out a pack of Da Qianmen cigarettes, handed one to the young man, and took out his lighter to help him light it.

Seeing Li Xuewu light his cigarette so politely, the young man thanked him, then seeing Li Xuewu wasn't smoking, asked, "Why aren't you smoking?"

Li Xuewu pointed to the beach behind him and said, "I'm running; I'm afraid of hurting my lungs. My classmates were left too far behind, so I came over here to wait for them."

The young man looked at the distant beach, saw a group of figures running like dead dogs toward them, and said with a smile, "You're really something."

Li Xuewu smiled, accepting the young man's comment.

"Is it convenient for me to buy some seafood here?"

The young man took a puff of his cigarette, glanced at the workers carrying the catch with shoulder poles, then looked into Li Xuewu's eyes, shook his head, and said, "Of course not. You have to buy these seafood products at the aquatic market, and you need seafood coupons."

Li Xuewu watched the young man giving him a serious refusal, but while he was being righteous, he was frantically winking at him, looking like he had an eye disease. How could he not understand what he meant?

"Oh, look, I'm here for training; where would I get seafood coupons?"

The young man smiled and said, "Then you can only go into the sea and pick them yourself. You don't need coupons for what you pick yourself."

Li Xuewu understood what he meant and asked with a smile, "Then do these fishermen need coupons to take home what they pick from the sea themselves?"

The young man looked at Li Xuewu with a smile and said, "Of course not. They catch it to eat themselves. Do you need coupons to go fishing in the river back in the inland?"

"Hahahaha."

Li Xuewu propped his arm on the railing, looked at the young man, and said with a smile, "I've heard for a long time that friends in Jinmen are the most hospitable. If I go to a friend's house, do you think they would treat me to seafood?"

The young man smiled and reached out his hand, saying, "My name is Pei Jungang, a purchaser for the seafood market."

Hey, Li Xuewu had just finished saying he wanted to meet some Jinmen friends and eat seafood, and hadn't this friend just shown up?

"Hahaha, my name is Li Xuewu, from the Beijing Steel Mill."

Pei Jungang shook hands with Li Xuewu and pointed to the town above the pier, saying, "When you're free, come to the town and look for me. Just mention my name and you'll find my house. Come in the morning, and I'll treat you to seafood."

As he spoke, he winked and said, "Not only can you eat seafood, but I can also give you some to take with you when you leave."

"That would be great."

Li Xuewu winked with a smile and said, "I can really eat a lot of seafood."

Pei Jungang chuckled, looked at Li Xuewu, and said confidently, "I'll make sure you're full."

"Got it!"

Li Xuewu had already seen Huang Gan catching up. He waved to Pei Jungang, stepped off the pier, and ran back.

Once inside the fence, Huang Gan was panting heavily. Seeing Li Xuewu returning from outside, he asked, "What... *huff*... did you go do?"

"Nothing, just watching the fun."

As he spoke, he had already turned past the marker and was running back.

He was already running fast, had good stamina, his shoes didn't chafe his feet, and he had just rested for a while, so his speed on the way back was even faster.

The trainees who were still running toward the turnaround marker saw that Li Xuewu had already returned, and they all stared at him with wide eyes.

Is this a human or a donkey?

Li Xuewu didn't hear what everyone was thinking, otherwise, he would have suspected these people had read that day's newspaper.

By the time Li Xuewu ran back to the assembly point, the sun had already risen above the sea level.

What a red sun rising in the east!

Huang Gan ran to Li Xuewu's side, gasping for air. Seeing Li Xuewu admiring the sunrise, he just lay down on the ground as if he were dying, with tears and snot running down his face.

The temperature by the sea was lower than inland. Early in the morning, with heavy breathing and the sea breeze, it was no wonder he had a runny nose.

"Get up. If you lie down like this after a long-distance run, you'll be ruined."

Li Xuewu said as he pulled up Huang Gan, who was lying on the ground, and dragged him into a slow jog.

After helping Huang Gan adapt, Li Xuewu took this guy back to the dormitory.

This morning, there were two major classes: one on political theory and one on laws and regulations.

After eating breakfast in the cafeteria, Li Xuewu and Huang Gan carried their books into the classroom.

Originally, the two of them had thought about quietly sitting in the back row.

But seeing the looks from the section-level cadres in the back, they turned around and sat in the third row under the teasing gazes of the deputy division-level cadres in the front row.

Damn it, they're addicted to being the 'sixth'—they really don't treat us as human beings, thinking everyone else is a fool!

Just as they sat down, squad leader Zhou Zhengquan, sitting in the front row, turned around and said to Li Xuewu, "Li Xuewu, have you practiced long-distance running before?"

Li Xuewu looked up at Zhou Zhengquan, smiled, and said, "I just transferred to civilian work last November."

"Oh, no wonder."

The people around them were relieved; so he had just come from the army.

Zhou Zhengquan glanced at Li Xuewu and said in a very strange tone, "Take it easy tomorrow, and leave some face for us older brothers and sisters."

Before Li Xuewu could speak, Huang Gan, sitting to the side, wouldn't have it. He curled his lip and said, "Yo, aren't you the advanced model of the squad? The squad leader is actually asking a young person to leave him some face?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Li Xuewu and said with a smile, "Why don't you be the squad leader?"

This guy must be a mad dog; he bites everyone he sees, and every word is full of hatred.

Li Xuewu now suspected this kid was taking revenge on him; isn't this just looking for trouble?

"That's not right, didn't you say last night that everyone here was... and also said you didn't even bother to..."

"I..."

Huang Gan glared at Li Xuewu, really wanting to strangle this grandson; he didn't give an inch at all.

Li Xuewu ignored Huang Gan's expression and turned to look at Zhou Zhengquan, who was smiling but actually gritting his teeth.

"Squad leader, I'll run with everyone tomorrow. Today was just a case of seeing the hunt and feeling happy; I hadn't run on a beach before when I was in the south."

"Hehe, okay, unity is strength."

He smiled, glanced at Huang Gan who was looking at him with contempt, and turned his body away.

"Grass, is that how you use that phrase?"

Huang Gan curled his lip and looked at the front with disdain.

Li Xuewu opened his book, placed it on the table, then lowered his head and whispered to Huang Gan, "It seems there's a combat class this afternoon."

"Hmm?"

Seeing Huang Gan staring at him with wide eyes, Li Xuewu smiled and said, "Twenty-six against thirty-two, you'll win for sure."

"Grass, you're really vicious!"

Huang Gan laughed sneakily and said, "I was trained to death by my grandfather since I was a kid. I didn't expect that one day I'd actually be able to use it."

Li Xuewu nodded with a smile and encouraged, "Go for it, I'm rooting for you."

Huang Gan looked at Li Xuewu, always feeling like something wasn't quite right.

Before he could figure it out, the teacher for the political theory class walked in.

Whether it was production security in the factory or public security management to maintain social order, all work was carried out under the leadership of the organization.

Therefore, leading cadres must have rich theoretical knowledge of the organization and must deeply understand and grasp the content and spirit, applying these theoretical insights to organizational management.

In his previous life, Li Xuewu knew the importance of political theory; this could be said to be the standard interpretation of his identity and the basis for carrying out practical work.

The trainees listened very carefully in class, but the teacher's lecture wasn't comprehensive.

He only gave a brief outline of the theoretical knowledge they needed to know and understand, then let the trainees study the relevant content themselves.

In the first class, everyone was a bit unaccustomed to this teaching method, discussing with each other what books they should find to study this knowledge.

Li Xuewu wasn't worried at all; one reason was his knowledge reserve from his previous life.

He had already read everything the teacher lectured on, and he had even read in-depth analyses and extended content.

It was knowledge that had highly summarized the relationships of organizational theory.

The second class was on laws and regulations. The teacher's teaching method was the same, picking out the key and commonly used legal clauses that needed to be understood and explaining them in combination with actual cases.

But due to time constraints, the teacher still gave the titles of several books and let the trainees study them after class.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, Huang Gan nudged Li Xuewu, who had finished packing up, and asked, "Did you understand?"

Li Xuewu looked around and said with a smile, "Slightly understand."

"I believe you, you devil!"

The two of them chatted and laughed as they headed toward the cafeteria like two little foxes.

Unlike others who were forming cliques, Li Xuewu and Huang Gan were in the same dormitory and had compatible temperaments, so they didn't try to get close to anyone else.

After they got their food and sat down, someone suddenly sat down next to Huang Gan.

Li Xuewu looked up and saw it was Wang Zheng. The two smiled at each other, which counted as a greeting.

"Second brother, did you understand the political theory class?"

Huang Gan glanced at Wang Zheng and laughed, "Slightly understand."

Li Xuewu, who was biting into a steamed bun, paused, then looked at the shameless Huang Gan.

Seeing Li Xuewu look up, Wang Zheng asked with a bitter face, "Li Xuewu, did you understand?"

Li Xuewu looked at Wang Zheng, then at Huang Gan, and said with a bitter smile, "He just said my line."

"Then I don't care; whoever says it first gets it!"

"Hahahaha."

Watching Li Xuewu and her second brother joking around, Wang Zheng covered her mouth and laughed.

"How come I never see you being this fun at home?"

Wang Zheng ate her food and glanced at Huang Gan, as if her second brother had become a different person.

It was just like the state of those people he managed after they came out of the detention center.

Huang Gan looked at the clear blue sky outside the window with emotion, shook his head slightly with a mysterious look on his face.

Li Xuewu sat opposite him and said with a smile, "A married man feels inexplicably happy as long as he leaves his wife."

"Go to hell!"

Having his secret exposed by Li Xuewu, Huang Gan said to Li Xuewu with a smile, "Be careful, walls have ears!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Wang Zheng beside him.

Wang Zheng had a cheerful personality; she smiled at Huang Gan and said, "Don't worry, second brother, you're my brother."

"Hahahaha."

Huang Gan laughed and said, "My sister is the best. I didn't mean you just now, don't take it to heart."

Wang Zheng nodded with a smile and then said, "I'll definitely pass your words on to sister-in-law."

"I knew there were bad people among the masses!"

Huang Gan said with heartbreak, "I didn't expect such a pretty girl to betray the organization."

Li Xuewu and Huang Gan finished eating and walked back carrying their lunch boxes, only to see Wang Zheng also chasing after them with her lunch box.

Huang Gan raised his eyebrows and asked, "You're a girl; why aren't you hanging out with the female comrades? What's the deal with following us two men?"

Wang Zheng glared and said, "Who says female comrades can only hang out with female comrades? Second brother, your thinking is too feudal; this kind of dangerous thinking is unacceptable!"

"Hey!"

Huang Gan looked at Wang Zheng, who had walked in front of him, and said with an angry laugh, "You're learning and applying it on the spot, huh? You just finished political theory class and you're lecturing me on thinking!"

After returning to the dormitory, Huang Gan looked at Li Xuewu, who was about to sleep, raised his hand to check his watch, and asked, "There's only half an hour left, and you're still sleeping?"

Li Xuewu closed his eyes and said, "Twenty minutes of sleep is enough, and the remaining ten minutes for washing up."

Huang Gan looked at Li Xuewu, learned to spread out on the bed, and started snoring.

Li Xuewu had already developed the habit of napping at the steel mill; as long as he slept for a while at noon, he would have energy for the whole afternoon.

The afternoon classes were skill classes, so Li Xuewu and Huang Gan didn't bring any books after washing up.

Following the squad leader's whistle, Li Xuewu and Huang Gan quickly ran into the formation.

Following the guidance of the assessment officer, the team arrived at the shooting range in the corner of the playground.

The equipment and facilities here were simpler and smaller compared to the steel mill. After all, this was a cadre training class, and the requirements for action weren't that high.

One magazine per person for the Type 56, and two magazines per person for the Type 54.

The shooting instructor was prepared to assess the basic quality of this batch of trainees.

Don't say otherwise; most of the trainees in this batch were from the grassroots level or were commanders still insisting on working on the front lines, so their marksmanship was really not bad.

Even the oldest one, a deputy division chief of the textile mill's security department at the "advanced age" of thirty-nine, scored 80% on target, though his speed was a bit slow.

Because of the formation, Li Xuewu and Huang Gan were the last batch of trainees to touch the guns.

Huang Gan knew in the dormitory that Li Xuewu didn't use the big Type 54; this grandson didn't know how many bad things he had done, as he always had a very beautiful M1911 tied to his chest.

"Are you used to using it?"

Looking at Huang Gan's teasing expression, Li Xuewu chuckled, "Take care of yourself."

The single magazine capacity of the Type 56 was thirty rounds; it was a long, curved magazine, and it was heavy.

The target positions set for the assessment were segmented. The shooter needed to fire five, ten, ten, and five rounds at the 100-meter, 200-meter, 400-meter, and 600-meter targets, respectively.

The assessment posture was self-selected; prone, kneeling, or standing were all acceptable.

It could be seen that the shooting instructor was more humane in the training of cadres.

Because of his combat habits from before, Li Xuewu directly chose the kneeling posture.

But it wasn't a strict kneeling posture; it was the posture used in actual combat where the knees were bent, the legs gripped the ground tightly, and he could move at any time.

The entire upper body was integrated with the gun, and the whole body could move and react quickly at any time.

This posture was actually used more in tropical rainforest climates or urban combat.

As soon as Li Xuewu picked up the gun on the table, the eyes of the assessment officer and the shooting instructor were fixed on him.

Because they were all professionals, they could feel the momentum on Li Xuewu.

Sure enough, Li Xuewu picked up the Type 54 pistol from the weapon table, snapped in the magazine, put the other magazine on his waist, and the gun was inserted into the holster on his waist.

Then he picked up the Type 56 automatic rifle, slung it over his shoulder, held the magazine in his hand, and made a habitual semi-standing, semi-kneeling gun-holding posture while walking toward the shooting position.

Moreover, he loaded the magazine while walking forward, and after loading, he directly used a "bandit-style" backhand to pull the bolt. When he was still some distance from the shooting position, he opened the safety and started shooting.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Don't look at Li Xuewu moving toward the shooting position and his feet constantly moving; his upper body always maintained a stable posture while shooting.

And the shooting speed wasn't slow at all, the rhythm was stable, and the interval between each shot was uniform.

The trainees who had already finished shooting and the shooting instructor were all stunned by Li Xuewu's shooting actions and posture.

Even Huang Gan, who was participating in the assessment with Li Xuewu, was influenced by him, directly carrying his gun and standing by the shooting position watching Li Xuewu perform.

"Bang!"

With the last bullet of the Type 56 hitting the 600-meter target, Li Xuewu had already walked to the shooting position.

Li Xuewu didn't look at his score, but casually put the gun on safety and slung it behind his back, then drew the big Type 54 from the holster on his waist.

The assessment targets for the pistol were 50 meters and 100 meters, each requiring a magazine, which meant eight rounds each.

Li Xuewu directly pulled the slide, his finger had already opened the safety, and his legs were still in that same posture.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

After finishing the 50-meter target, Li Xuewu pressed the magazine release button with his finger. He didn't care about the empty magazine falling freely, but used his left hand to pull another magazine from his waist, inserted it directly into the magazine well, and pulled the slide.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The entire movement of his lower body was motionless, and the movements of his upper body were as smooth as Dove chocolate.

"Bang!"

With the last bullet hitting the 100-meter target, Li Xuewu lowered the muzzle with his right hand and checked the slide with his left hand.

After confirming there were no bullets, he inserted the gun into his waist, and only then did he bend down to pick up the empty magazine on the ground.

Following Li Xuewu's turn, first came the "clap-clap" from the assessment officer.

Then the "clap-clap" from the shooting instructor.

Finally, the "clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-clap" from the onlookers.

The applause rang out!

Li Xuewu smiled, took off the Type 56, walked back to the weapon preparation table, put down the firearms, and said, "Just showing off a little, please excuse my clumsiness."

And Huang Gan, who was still standing at the shooting position and had been forgotten by everyone, looked at the Type 56 in his hand, then at the shooting position under his feet, and then at Li Xuewu's target position.

Is it a bit redundant to consider which shooting position can get a good score now?

After Huang Gan vented by shredding the target paper, and the score of the last shot was also shredded.

The shooting instructor took the score sheet from the assessment officer's hand; he didn't look at anyone else's, but looked at Li Xuewu's first.

"Hehehe."

Sure enough, as he expected.

The shooting instructor took the score sheet and started reading the number of hits and the ring score for everyone from the top.

What surprised everyone was that Li Xuewu's score wasn't the best, and it wasn't even near the top.

After reading the scores, the shooting instructor raised the score sheet in his hand and didn't say anything, preparing to start today's lesson.

At this time, squad leader Zhou Zhengquan looked in Li Xuewu's direction and shouted to the shooting instructor, "Report!"

The shooting instructor looked in Zhou Zhengquan's direction and said with a smile, "Speak!"

Zhou Zhengquan said, "Report, may I ask why Li Xuewu's shooting score is so low?"

Apparently, the instructor taking the lead in applauding earlier had stimulated him a bit; this kind of honor was rare in the assessment.

The instructor's movements paused, he frowned and looked at Zhou Zhengquan, and asked, "Who said Li Xuewu's score was low?"

Zhou Zhengquan looked at the instructor and asked, "Report, didn't you just read..."

The instructor raised the score sheet in his hand and said, "I just read the number of hits and the ring score. Did I read the score?"

Looking at Zhou Zhengquan's expression, the instructor stood with his hands behind his back and said seriously, "If we're talking about scores, then among you trainees, many will be unqualified today."

As he spoke, he pointed to the guns on the weapon preparation table and said, "Lying on the ground and shooting one shot per minute, anyone can get a good score, but will the enemy engage in a one-shot-for-one-shot duel with you? Will they fight a war with you?"

Everyone also understood what the shooting instructor meant. Li Xuewu's shooting time was shorter than everyone else's, much shorter, and his shooting rhythm was also much more stable.

"After encountering the enemy, where is there time for you to aim? Whoever fires first seizes the initiative. Fire a burst at them first, and then how to fight is up to you, isn't it?"

The shooting instructor raised the score sheet and said, "I'll post it on the bulletin board in your dormitory later. You can see for yourselves who won in the battle just now, who survived, who was injured, and who sacrificed."

After finishing his words, he no longer looked at Zhou Zhengquan, whose face was ugly, and waved for everyone to go to the gun rack nearby to get their guns.

"Attention, everyone!"

After confirming that everyone had a Type 56 and a big Type 54 in their hands, the instructor shouted to the crowd lined up in a row, "Prepare for standing shooting posture!"

"Whoosh~"

Everyone raised their guns in front of them, with the muzzles facing forward, presenting a shooting posture.

The shooting instructor walked from the beginning to the end, correcting the shooting posture one by one.

In fact, most of the people here had shooting experience, and were even training supervisors in their units.

But after years of management work, their muscle memory had disappeared, and they didn't even know that their shooting posture had gone out of shape unconsciously.

And now the instructor had corrected everyone once, just to let these people find their shooting feeling again.

Finally, he walked in front of Li Xuewu, looked at Li Xuewu's standard shooting posture, and asked with a smile, "Which unit are you from?"

Li Xuewu retracted his right hand, patted the big Type 54 on his waist, and then resumed his posture.

The shooting instructor nodded knowingly and smiled, "No wonder you're so tough, no wonder you're so arrogant. An ace, huh."

Li Xuewu curled his lips, but didn't show too much pride.

Honor belongs to the collective, glory belongs to the past; Li Xuewu only had ordinariness and remembrance.

Huang Gan held his gun, looked at the shooting instructor in front of him, and said, "Report."

The shooting instructor looked at Huang Gan beside Li Xuewu and said, "Speak."

Huang Gan looked at Li Xuewu and asked the instructor, "You said Li Xuewu's shooting posture score was good just now, so why don't we learn that kind of shooting posture now?"

"Hahaha."

The shooting instructor looked at Huang Gan, then at the crowd in the row, and asked, "Everyone has this idea, right?"

Seeing that no one spoke, but their eyes were full of questions.

The shooting instructor pulled Li Xuewu's muzzle, wanting to pull Li Xuewu to the front, but he didn't move after pulling.

Only then did he remember that Li Xuewu was in a gun-holding posture, so he smiled embarrassedly and then ordered, "Li Xuewu."

"Here."

The shooting instructor signaled Li Xuewu to follow him, then said while walking, "Li Xuewu's shooting posture is actually based on actual combat, a shooting posture tested on the battlefield."

As he spoke, he brought Li Xuewu to stand in front of the crowd and said, "Prepare according to your shooting posture!"

Li Xuewu curled his lips, regretting the showing off just now. If he had just hit the target according to the normal posture, he wouldn't be a monkey now.

But since the instructor asked him to do it, Li Xuewu could only strike the shooting pose again.

The instructor stood on Li Xuewu's left side, allowing the trainees to see Li Xuewu's right side.

"Watch closely!"

The instructor put his hand on Li Xuewu's shoulder, signaling Li Xuewu to move forward.

While Li Xuewu was moving forward, he introduced the essentials of Li Xuewu's movements and shooting requirements, as well as the advantages of doing so.

After taking Li Xuewu through it once, he signaled Li Xuewu to return to the team, then stood in front and said, "You are all trainees with shooting experience. In fact, it's easy to train such a posture, but!"

Everything is afraid of a "but," right?

The instructor pointed in Li Xuewu's direction and said, "The posture he has now is also transformed from the posture you are practicing now. Many of your basic shooting postures are no longer standard; they belong to the category of neither up nor down."

"I am taking you to practice again now to help you find your shooting feeling again, so that you can use standard basic shooting postures to learn better postures."

As he spoke, he signaled everyone to continue the previous posture and said with a smile, "In fact, posture is just to make yourself comfortable when acting. If you want, it's fine even if you shoot with your butt stuck out."

"Hahahaha."

"Hehehe."

Everyone laughed, and they also understood their own shortcomings and the gap between them and Li Xuewu.

But this gap didn't make these people fear or envy him, because even if they learned Li Xuewu's shooting ability, they might not be able to use it much.

For cadres at the deputy division level, situations where they need to participate in shooting are too rare.

The shooting class in the training course was also to let these trainees not forget their basic skills. In fact, the number of bullets they fired in a year might not be as many as today.

But Li Xuewu was different; he had wasted no small amount of bullets in the name of the security section.

Li Xuewu was also planning to go once a week after the training ground was built, striving not to let his muscle memory regress.

There were three classes in the afternoon, so the shooting class was very short. Today, apart from the initial assessment, they didn't touch bullets at all for the rest of the time, just correcting movements.

Hearing the instructor shout "dismiss," Li Xuewu and Huang Gan handed in their guns and walked toward the gymnasium on the side of the playground while chatting and laughing.

The next class was combat, the class Huang Gan was looking forward to the most.

The two were just talking about practicing with each other when they heard someone calling them from behind.

"Li Xuewu!"

Li Xuewu turned his head; it was squad leader Zhou Zhengquan.

"Squad leader."

"Hahaha."

Zhou Zhengquan walked to Li Xuewu's side, patted Li Xuewu's arm, and laughed, "This isn't class; you can call me Old Zhou or Zhou Zhengquan."

Li Xuewu smiled and didn't call him Old Zhou or Zhou Zhengquan; this guy was insidious.

Zhou Zhengquan didn't look at Huang Gan beside Li Xuewu, but walked forward with Li Xuewu.

"Don't mind what happened just now; I really don't know why the instructor clearly admired your shooting movements, but the ring score read was so low."

"Hahaha."

Li Xuewu said with a smile, "It's okay, you're overthinking it. In fact, my kind of shooting ability isn't very suitable for our profession."

"Oh?"

Zhou Zhengquan seemed very interested and asked, "Can you tell me about it?"

Li Xuewu smiled and didn't care whether Zhou Zhengquan was asking sincerely. By now, many classmates had gathered around him.

Apparently, Li Xuewu's performance just now had won their respect, and the thought that Li Xuewu was a connection-based hire in the waiting room had been dispelled.

Plus Li Xuewu's 'sixth' behavior last night, everyone knew Li Xuewu was a cadre from an ordinary family.

Li Xuewu's impression was fierce and ferocious, but in the interactions last night and today, everyone found that Li Xuewu was actually an honest and simple young man.

Most of these trainees were in their thirties, and even if Li Xuewu called them uncle in society, it would be fine.

Everyone felt a sense of closeness to this "little brother" who was humble yet capable, fierce yet simple.

Only Huang Gan, who was standing beside Li Xuewu, knew that this grandson was bad, full of bad water.

Li Xuewu saw everyone surrounding him and walking forward, looking shy, and said with a smile, "In our urban security management, we rarely encounter clustered enemies, and even fewer clustered criminals with such firepower. Conventional weapons are generally enough to act as a deterrent."

Everyone understood what Li Xuewu meant; if someone were to run wild in the city with a Type 56, that would be a major case.

Li Xuewu continued, "Even if such an extreme situation occurs, we still have the advantage in numbers, and our environmental and geographical advantages are definitely better than these criminals, so prone shooting will be used more often."

Zhou Zhengquan took the conversation and asked, "So this shooting posture and ability aren't used in urban security management?"

"Not necessarily."

Li Xuewu shook his head and said, "What we do is security management; in fact, it's a lagging type of security disposal management. We only take over after a case occurs, so being prepared is the foundation of management."

"Yes."

At this time, Hu Xianjin, the organization and discipline committee member walking beside Zhou Zhengquan, nodded and said, "Some time ago, the 12.9 case in the Dongcheng used firepower like light machine guns, right? I heard the investigation department suffered heavy losses; this was caused by insufficient preparation for the enemy's firepower."

After Hu Xianjin finished speaking, he looked at Li Xuewu and asked, "You know about this case, right? I remember you are from the Dongcheng."

Li Xuewu nodded with a smile and said, "I've heard some things; it was quite passive."

Hu Xianjin nodded and continued, "I heard that a special disposal unit was finally used to catch the person. This kind of ability is what Li Xuewu calls being prepared."

"Hmm~"

Zhou Zhengquan nodded and said, "It seems this trip wasn't in vain. The training class is really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. The biggest gain from coming to the training class is knowing that there is a sky beyond the sky, and people beyond people!"

As he spoke, he looked at Li Xuewu.

Li Xuewu smiled modestly and said, "My feelings are similar to the squad leader's. Before, I didn't know my own weight, and I only knew how to fight with courage and strength while I was young."

"After arriving at the training class and seeing the ability and level of all the older brothers and sisters, I suddenly felt like I needed to practice what I learned."

Huang Gan walked beside Li Xuewu, listening to the commercial mutual boasting between Li Xuewu and Zhou Zhengquan, and suddenly felt his back itching.

Damn it, is this kid really twenty? Is he an old goblin transformed?

Or maybe he started learning these ways from his mother's womb.

Looking at Li Xuewu like this, who knows how shrewd his family is; after all, what kind of father raises what kind of son.

Li Shun didn't hear this; if he had, he would have been wronged enough to have snow fly in June.

The Li family had only produced such a weird thing in so many years.

Everyone chatted and laughed as they entered the gymnasium, where training equipment had already been prepared in the empty space in the center.

Calling it training equipment, it was actually just some sandbags and mats hanging on a rack.

Li Xuewu bent down to touch the mat; he didn't know what was inside, but it definitely wasn't sponge, let alone any high-tech anti-fall protective pad.

The most likely thing was straw or shredded grass.

Seeing the trainee team enter, the combat instructor stood up from a stool on the side and didn't give the crowd any preparation time, starting to lead everyone in warming up their hands and feet.

First, they warmed up their wrists, then their shoulders, from top to bottom, all the way to their ankles.

"Good."

The combat instructor wasn't old and looked like he had just retired from the army, looking quite experienced with the trainees.

As he spoke, he had everyone face each other, back against the wall, standing in two rows, with a row of sandbags and mats hanging on the rack in the middle.

The instructor stood in the middle and said to the crowd, "Police combat techniques mainly come from scout combat and grappling techniques, with some deletions in aggressiveness and the addition of more pouncing and catching actions and techniques."

As he spoke, he pointed to the burly man standing at the head of the row with an honest expression and said, "Come, cooperate with me and give everyone a demonstration."

Seeing Li Xuewu's blank expression, the instructor frowned and said, "Stop looking, it's you. Come, don't be afraid, there are mats here, you won't be hurt!"