Chapter 54 Special Training Begins! Seeking Recommendation Tickets!

  The last day of the week is here. Autumn wind has something to do today, so I've stayed up all night to finish writing and have released two chapters together! Please ask brothers for a recommendation vote to support me fully! Also, the first major ** of this book is about to arrive, with anti-war military campaigns, Huangpu elites, and fierce battles in Shanghai!

  After the graduation ceremony, except for those who stayed behind to participate in special training, the rest of the students had truly graduated. They began to pack their bags and prepare to report to their assigned units. At the school gate, trucks from various units that were sent to receive the students had been waiting for a long time.

  In Zhang Xinghan's dormitory, except for him and Zhao Desheng who were selected for this special training, all the others had already formally graduated. Several people were packing their luggage, preparing to go to their respective troops to report for duty.

  Just then, Sun Siwei walked in with a big smile on his face, carrying a bundle of bedding under one arm and a bulging cloth bag in the other.

  "Old Sun, what are you doing? Didn't your name appear on the list just now?" Zhao Desheng asked in confusion.

  "What? All the classmates have left, I'm afraid you two will be haunted by some female ghost at night, so I decided to move over and help you drive out the evil spirits!" Sun Siwei said with a proud smile.

  "Virtue! There are also beautiful female ghosts, as the saying goes, 'die under the peony flower, and even as a ghost, be elegant.' Zhao De Sheng looked down on Sun Si Wei with disdain, and said complacently."

  "Alright, you two old men, one thicker-skinned than the other! Clean up your dormitory, I'm going out for a bit." Zhang Xinghan stood up, dressed neatly.

  "Where are you going? Do you want us brothers to go with you?" Zhao Desheng asked with concern.

  "When did you become so muddle-headed, Zhao? Zhang Xinghan must be going to see his future sister-in-law, and we're just tagging along to join in the fun!" Sun Siwei slapped the back of Zhao De's head with a loud crack, looking very self-righteous as he asked Zhang Xinghan, "Right?"

  "How many times have I told you, stop hitting my head for no reason? My mother said that if this head gets hit stupid, I won't be able to find a wife in the future." Zhao Desheng pushed Sun Siwei with dissatisfaction and said: "You're the one who's brainless. We're not afraid of Xing Han going out alone, but when he runs into Zhou Wei, it's good to have someone to help him fight back."

  "Give up, your skills are so bad that even if you really got into a fight, you'd end up being a hindrance!" Sun Siwei said with a rich expression of sarcasm.

  "You think you're better than me? I'll show you who's boss!" Zhao De Sheng said, pinning Sun Si Wei to the bed and wrestling with him.

  Zhang Xinghan smiled and shook his head, taking big strides as he walked out. Immediately after, a mournful cry was heard from behind him, coming from Sun Siwei.

  ……….

  After walking out of the school gate, Zhang Xinghan's mood was quite heavy, because this special training session meant that his wedding with Du Qianxue would definitely not be held as scheduled.

  Through the slightly crowded flow of graduates, Zhang Xinghan walked to the intersection and hailed a rickshaw. After giving the address, the rickshaw driver responded with a crisp "okay" and set off quickly towards their destination.

  The rickshaw driver's leg strength was not bad, pulling over 100 pounds of Zhang Xinghan, although a bit out of breath, but the speed remained unabated. What would have taken nearly an hour on foot, the rickshaw driver arrived in under twenty minutes.

  After getting off the car, Zhang Xinghan took out a few copper plates from his pocket and handed them to the driver. The driver borrowed money and thanked him, then quickly pulled the car away.

  Zhang Xinghan turned around and saw that Du Qianxue's family's door was tightly closed. He walked up to it in big strides, pressed the doorbell a few times, and waited patiently for a while, but there was no reaction from inside.

  "It's strange, even if Qianxue is not at home, Zhang Ma should be here too, did something happen?" Zhang Xinghan suddenly became anxious in his heart, repeatedly pressing the doorbell, and then shouted loudly towards the courtyard: "Qianxue! Qianxue! Zhang Ma, are you guys at home?"

  Zhang Xinghan shouted for half a day, but there was no response from inside the courtyard. It wasn't until the creaky gate of the neighboring courtyard opened that a woman in her thirties, dressed in a dark red cheongsam, walked out and asked, "Sir, are you Mr. Zhang?"

  Zhang Xinghan turned around and looked at the woman who was speaking, nodded and said: "I am, who are you?"

  "Oh, that's right. Before she left, my neighbor Ms. Du asked me to give this letter to a Mr. Zhang, which must be you." The woman said as she walked over, holding an envelope containing the letter.

  Zhang Xinghan hastily quickened his pace and walked up, took the envelope, and anxiously asked: "Excuse me, did Miss Du say where she was going? When did she leave?"

  "It was yesterday that she left, it seemed like someone came to pick her up, the person drove a sedan, I don't know where they went. The one who sent me the letter is her maid, she only said that Miss Du asked me to tell you this." The woman replied.

  "Oh! Thank you!" Zhang Xinghan expressed his gratitude and hastily tore open the envelope.

  "You're welcome!" The woman said and turned back into her own courtyard.

  Here is the translation:

  Zhang Xinghan tore open the envelope, pulled out a letter from inside, and read it. The letter said: "To you, I have something to show you. A few days ago, Qianxue reported our matter to Father, but unexpectedly Father refused our marriage because of your social status. He even came personally to take me back to Shanghai. With the agreed-upon date approaching, Qianxue was reluctant to leave, but had no power to change it, and her heart ached endlessly. Today I left, and I will definitely do my best to persuade Father. Please don't worry, Qianxue will not marry anyone else in this life! We will meet again someday, don't be anxious. Du Qianxue, June 4th, 1936."

  Although the handwriting is somewhat sloppy, it still retains a feminine elegance. Zhang Xinghan recognized Du Qianshuang's handwriting, which shows that this letter was written by Du Qianshuang in extreme haste.

  After reading these few short sentences, Zhang Xinghan felt a mix of emotions in his heart. Originally, he was still hesitant about how to explain to Du Qiansheng that he would be participating in special training.

  Du Qianshu was taken away by Du Yuesheng, and amidst the relief, a mix of emotions surged up in her heart.

  Although Zhang Xinghan wanted to go to Shanghai to find her at this time, the special training was about to start and he couldn't get away.

  Upon reflection, Du Yuesheng's actions might be right after all. Indeed, I'm just a martial artist and a soldier. With the country in crisis, who knows when I'll make the ultimate sacrifice? If I were to marry Du Qianshuo, I'd probably bring harm to her for the rest of her life.

  So Zhang Xinghan did not dislike Du Yuesheng's choice and approach. If it were himself, he would do the same thing.

  After figuring all this out, Zhang Xinghan made up his mind to finish his studies first. The current situation is chaotic, so let's put personal feelings aside for now.

  After making up his mind, Zhang Xinghan put the letter and envelope into his pocket and walked back in big strides.

  ………….

  A few days later, members of the Soviet special training group arrived, including two instructors and 27 trainees, for a total of 29 people.

  After the special training team arrived in Nanjing, they were directly arranged to stay within the military school. The Central Military Academy only provided them with accommodation, and the actual closed training venue had not been decided yet, which would be determined by the two Soviet instructors.

  Another day passed, and the notice finally came. All the trainees who participated in this special training got on a special bus. Those more than 20 Soviet students also boarded the bus. Zhang Xinghan and his 20 people took a truck, while the Soviet students used three trucks to load all their equipment and training equipment due to the large number of people and various equipment they brought.

  At the same time, the training team consists of ten people who will also board the train. The training team will have ten participants in special training, which Zhang Xinghan had known for a long time. However, what surprised him was that Zhou Wei was among those ten people.

  The whole way was silent, the convoy bumpy all the way, after nearly two hours of driving, finally arrived at the destination.

  At the instructor's command, the truck door was opened and all the trainees jumped off one by one like dumplings.

  They immediately lined up in a row in front of the car and Zhou Wei, the commander-in-chief, and nine others also stood up.

  More than 20 Soviet students stood on the other side, several instructors walked to the front of the team in big strides, one of whom shouted: "Comrades, this is Niushou Mountain Training Base. You are all among the best students in the military academy, and our one-year special training officially begins today. Here, you will learn what you can't learn in school! I hope you will work hard to achieve good results. Next, please let the Soviet instructor speak."

  At this time, a Soviet man with a Soviet military uniform and a beard on his face walked over with the accompaniment of an interpreter.

  The Soviet was tall and imposing, and the translator standing next to him was rather conspicuous.

  The Soviet man walked up to Zhang Xinghan and his companions, first scanning them with his eyes, then paused for a moment and said in Russian: "Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Lichev, I'm a special forces instructor at the Voroshilov Military Academy."

  As soon as Lichev finished speaking, the interpreter beside him immediately translated his words.

  "After the translation is complete, Lichev continued: 'In the next year, I will teach you what special operations are and advanced tactical concepts that you cannot learn at Whampoa Military Academy.'"

  The translator translated it faithfully.

  Zhang Xinghan sneered at Lichev's words, saying sarcastically: "What advanced tactical concepts can the Soviets talk about? When the Germans invaded the Soviet Union, the so-called powerful Soviet Red Army relied solely on human lives to fill the gaps. If it is said that Germany lost half of that war due to the harsh weather in the Soviet Union, then the reason why the Soviets won the Great Patriotic War was also due to the tactic of human wave attacks accounting for half."

  From the dawn of June 22, 1941, when the German army launched an attack, to May 8, 1945, when the German army announced its unconditional surrender, in less than four years, the number of Soviet deaths (excluding injuries) reached 20 million people, which is the highest among all countries that participated in World War II.

  The Soviets on the battlefield almost relied solely on their numerical and equipment advantages to fight, with little tactics or strategy to speak of. If the Germans had a population as large as that of the Soviet Union, history might have been rewritten.

  In other words, if the German army was not fighting on two fronts, it is still unknown who would win in the end. However, this is just speculation. At least for now, the Soviet Union is still very powerful and they also have their own strengths to learn from, at least in terms of industrial foundation and equipment, which are far superior to China's.

  As expected, after the translator finished speaking, Lichev said with a pretentious tone: "You are all excellent graduates of Chinese military academies. I think it's unnecessary to waste time on basic training such as simple marksmanship. So we will directly conduct special forces hellish training, and here your training volume will be much larger than usual in the academy. Hope you are mentally prepared."

  Hurry up and translate everything Lichev said, Zhang Xinghan and the students listened with some impatience. They were all top-notch in their respective fields, standing out from the tenth period of Huangpu, naturally proud and arrogant, and had no good feelings towards the tall and burly but talkative Soviet instructor in front of them.

  Zhou Wei also spoke out with a sly expression: "Excuse me, instructor, what is the devil training of special forces? What's the method of the devil? We only know that as long as the gun in our hands can shoot accurately, we can kill more enemies on the battlefield. There's no such thing as special forces or not, it's all about seeing real results."

  Lichev listened to the interpreter's translation and asked Zhou Wei in Russian, "So, your marksmanship is very good? Or should I say your fighting skills are fierce?"

  "Want to know? Try it." Zhou Wei said with a proud and majestic tone.

  "Alright then! Let's have a competition, but not me competing, it's you and them competing!" Lichev said after hearing the translation, pointing to Zhou Wei and the Soviet students standing beside him.

  "No problem, anytime!" Zhou Wei replied readily.

  Lichev nodded and immediately turned around and beckoned to a Soviet student not far away: "Lodenev!"

  "Here!" a sturdy young Soviet cadet responded loudly, stepping forward.

  "Logunov, I'm ordering you to represent us Soviet and Chinese students in a shooting competition!" Lichev said to Logunov, then turned to Zhou Wei: "He will compete with you, good luck."

  Lodgenov was apparently a cheerful and polite Soviet student, who stepped forward with big strides, gave a crisp salute to Zhou Wei and other Chinese students, and said in German: "Nice to meet you, my name is Lodgenov."

  When the translator translated what Logenov said, Zhou Wei was astonished and said: "What? Coward?"

  Zhou Wei's expression and words made the Chinese students present burst into laughter, and he couldn't help but chuckle a few times.

  However, Rogozin seemed to be unfazed by this and possibly did not understand that the Chinese students were mocking him. The translator was also too embarrassed to translate.

  At this time, another Soviet instructor walked over with two different Soviet rifles in his hand and handed them to Lodinov.

  Zhou Wei had already taken big strides out, and Logunov handed a gun from his left hand to Zhou Wei, saying in Russian: "I hope you go all out, because I won't show mercy."

  Zhang Xinghan, standing not far from them, was shocked to see that Rogozhin and Zhou Wei were holding two sniper rifles with telescopes.

  At this time, the Soviet-style sniper rifle should be one of the famous guns in World War II, the Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle. Because the distance is slightly far away, Zhang Xinghan can't see clearly the specific model of this Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle.

  If it is the 1936 new improved M1891/30 rifle II type, and equipped with PE-type sighting device, then this gun should be considered a top-notch sniper rifle. The newly improved II-type Mosin Nagant barrel is longer, and the range has also increased greatly. With the help of the PE-type sighting device, the range can reach 1400 meters, and the effective killing range within 700 meters is not a problem.

  However, the Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle also has its drawbacks. As it was originally a standard infantry rifle converted into a sniper rifle, the scope mount is installed on the rear of the bolt base, which means that at least one cannot install a normal five-round stripper clip; only loading by single cartridge is possible, thus greatly reducing combat efficiency.

  Zhang Xinghan, as a professional soldier, had some knowledge of modern firearms from around the world, but Zhou Wei did not recognize them. Moreover, the Central Military Academy did not have a sniper training program at that time, although there were some students who received shooting training, they were just students with better shooting skills, and the school did not have real sniper rifles, almost all of which were ordinary rifles for shooting practice.

  So Zhou Wei held the Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle in his hand, admiring it from left to right, and finally couldn't help but ask: "What kind of gun is this? I've never seen it before, and what's with this thing blocking my line of sight?"

  Zhang Xinghan was afraid he would make a fool of himself, so he hastily walked forward and whispered to him: "This is a sniper rifle, the door on the barrel is a scope, it can be used to aim at more distant targets, you try."

  Zhou Wei saw that it was Zhang Xinghan, and his face suddenly darkened. He said proudly: "Hmph, don't interfere in this matter, with my marksmanship I can win against the old Russian without using a scope."

  "Can we start?" Logunov handed Zhou Wei five more bullets and asked in Russian.

  After listening to the interpreter's translation, Zhou Wei nodded immediately and said, "Okay!"

  At this time, Lichev handed over to another Chinese instructor, who nodded repeatedly after listening, and immediately stepped forward in big strides, saying loudly: "Just now the Soviet instructor said that this time they would have a real bullet shooting competition, each of them five bullets, whoever hits more rings wins!"

  While the instructors were speaking, someone had already set up the shooting range. The shooting range was deployed in a vast open space. Zhang Xinghan and other students, as well as the instructors from both sides, followed Zhou Wei and Lozhenov to the shooting range, but they did not find the target.

  Zhou Wei stood outside the target line, also with a puzzled expression, scratching his head. In front of him, he could only vaguely see some scenery, and he couldn't tell if it was the target or not.

  After all, the target is 500 meters away. Without a telescope, people are blurry, let alone targets. However, if you use the 3.5x sighting mirror on the Mosin rifle, the visual distance is only about 150 meters, so it's still possible to hit with a sniper rifle.

  At this time, Logunov had already begun to aim and prepare for the shot. "Bang" a crisp sound like a water droplet, Logunov had already started shooting.

  The scout in front quickly ran over and shouted loudly: "Jiuhuan!"

  Behind them was a chorus of gasps, they could hardly see the target, and this Soviet student still managed to hit the nine rings, it was simply unbelievable.

  Zhou Wei was also shocked, he couldn't even see the target clearly, yet this coward actually hit the 9th ring with one shot.

  But Luganov seemed dissatisfied with his score, and let out an unconscious sigh, immediately loading the second bullet to continue aiming at the target. "Bang" another crisp gunshot sounded, and soon the scorer's voice came again: "Ten rings!"

  The Chinese students behind began to discuss in a flurry, such a long distance can actually shoot out such a high hit rate, it's really unthinkable.

  Those Soviet students had a triumphant smile on their faces, and their eyes looked at the Chinese students with some disdain.

  Only Zhang Xinghan understood that under the 3.5 times magnification scope of Mosin sniper rifle, what seemed to be a distant 500 meters was actually just over 100 meters away. If Zhou Wei could remember his previous reminder, even if he couldn't win against Logunov, he would at least lose with dignity.

  Because Zhang Xinghan had already seen it, the sniper rifle was no longer familiar to Logenov. If he was a qualified sniper, Zhou Wei was just a new recruit who had just learned to shoot, and their levels were not on the same level.

  In fact, Logenov was an excellent sniper and the best shooter among the students of this period at the Soviet Frunze Military Academy.

  As expected, after Logunov had already hit the second ten ring, Zhou Wei suddenly remembered Zhang Xinghan's reminder earlier. He hastily raised his gun and through the scope, he finally saw the target in front of him clearly. Just as Zhou Wei was still reeling from the magic of the scope, Logunov had already fired his fourth shot, which was also a ten ring.

  Zhou Wei is also relatively talented in shooting, although not as outstanding as Luo Jiajun and Zhang Xinghan, but his adaptability and ability to learn and accept new things are still good.

  After a brief familiarization with the sighting mirror, Zhou Wei decisively pulled the trigger, and a crisp gunshot rang out, firing his first shot.