In the enemy-occupied area, there are no conditions for recruits to undergo live ammunition training, but it is no problem to practice dropping bombs and slap them.

The monkey was looking at the white circle twenty-five meters away in the distance. None of the members of the police force could throw into the circle, and most people could not throw the first landing point of the grenade without gunpowder to a distance of more than twenty meters!

"You're so nervous, just throw it ten meters? It's really a shame for the action team members!" Zhao Caixia next to her cursed, couldn't help laughing

The action team soldiers blushed, dazed, and their hearts were lingering.

The soldiers next to them followed suit and they forgot that they were still uneasy when they dropped live ammunition for the first time.

Militias kept coming to report, and after Director Xu's instructions, the militias joined the public security team that was being trained.

Pitching grenades are different from live ammunition shooting. When shooting guns, they are shooting targets. It is enjoyable to shoot targets, but the target will not hit you, and they cannot hit off the target, but they will not hurt themselves. It is different to throw real grenades. When you pull the fuse, it will smoke. Everyone knows that grenades will explode. Most soldiers will feel panic when they drop the bomb for the first time, and even their whole bodies will become weak and their legs will tremble.

The trained soldiers were laughing, and they all understood in their hearts that the monkey still had a big move!

Here comes, here comes...

The monkey instructor, who had always been kind and smiling, suddenly shouted: "Get together!"

Fortunately, the Public Security Team also trains normally, but the requirements are not as high as the Nine-Series High, and the team is still neat.

Even the militia who had just arrived had a little awkward movement, and there was no problem with the basic queue.

The monkey stood in front of the queue and waited for each report. After the monkey took off a live ammunition from his chest, unscrewed the back cover in front of the police soldiers and militiamen, the bucket was broken, the moisture-proof paper was taken out, the rope was pulled out, the fire-pulling ring was put on the little finger, and then the bullet handle was held high.

The police soldiers in front of him were a little nervous, and the monkey smiled with satisfaction: "Everyone is ready, this is the situation where you are preparing to pull the fire before dropping the bomb!"

As I was talking, maybe I didn't hold it firmly, my palm that was holding the grenade suddenly loosened, and the grenade fell down from my hand.

The militia lineup immediately became in chaos. Some people lie on the ground, and a few immediately left the team and ran out, without exception.

The soldiers of the police team did not move, and the soldiers watching the fun around them did not move, covering their mouths and laughing. The monkey looked at the panicked team and laughed.

The militia lying on the ground waited for a long time before they found that the situation was strange, so they quickly stood up and returned to the team.

The grenade was still hanging on the thin monkey's little finger with a bullet head facing down and was hung with a fuse. It didn't smoke or sound, and it swayed left and right in the air.

The monkey smiled: "It's very nervous. Everyone, please take a look. I pulled out the grenade's fuse. Everyone remembered it. It takes about ten kilograms of strength to pull the grenade to fire. The grenade weighs only one kilogram. If the strength is not enough, it won't be able to pull the fire at all! Do you understand?"

"I understand!" The soldiers of the police team answered in an orderly manner.

The militias were half a beat slower and replied in a scattered manner: "I understand..."

"Since it cannot be fired, it cannot explode! So this grenade will not explode at all. Remember it! Don't take out a grenade and pull out the pull ring in the future and throw it out...Okay, this is the first step!"

The monkey stopped and held the grenade and continued: "The second step is to pull the fire. There are two ways. One is to pull the ring with your left hand, then throw it out. The other is like this now. I just use my right hand to drop the bullet with one hand, and hang the ring on my little finger. When throwing it, hook your little finger tightly. Open your arms and swing them all around and throw them to the enemy. The grenade has a delay, and it takes about five seconds."

"How long will it take for five seconds?" A militia finally asked a question.

The monkey was speechless. The militia organized by the Public Security Team were too incredible: "Five seconds?"

As he spoke, he hooked the little finger of his left hand and pulled it hard, and then continued: "One...two...three...four...five!"

This time it was the turn of the police soldiers lying on the ground: "Why didn't you throw them away..."

Smoke came out from the tail of the grenade.

"Hurry up and throw it away!" Seeing this, a soldier lying on the ground rushed forward and reached out to grab the grenade from the monkey's hand.

The two fell directly, and the monkey's right hand and grenade were hugged by the warrior and pressed to the ground.

After a while, the soldier realized that the soldiers watching the fun were laughing around him and the atmosphere reached its peak.

The monkey stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and kicked the soldiers who were stunned by the side: "I know why they can't blow it up?"

"It should be a dud!" The guy on the ground came to his senses, his legs were still shaking, and was helped up by the police soldiers next to him.

Another soldier said: "No, the possibility of the grenade being pulled is very small, but for this one, there is no explosives in the warhead..."

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The monkey didn't say right or wrong: "Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Everyone answered quickly.

The monkey listened with satisfaction: "Listen, everyone, we soldiers must be familiar with guns and ammunition. Throwing grenades is the most basic skill. If you go to the battlefield, if you don't even use grenades, then that's not a bullshit? The enemy is far away and can shoot. If the enemy is close, it's impossible to urinate, right? We have to use grenades to kill him, do you understand?"

"clear."

"It's useless to understand. It's a mule or a horse that needs to be pulled out!" The monkey said, signaling to the warrior next to him.

A box of grenades was sent over by the soldiers next to him.

"There are twenty grenades here. Militia who don't know how to use them will leave the line. If you know how to use them, hurry up and stand aside!" The monkey shouted at the team: "Practice dropping bombs!"

The basic training for training grenades is to throw coach bullets. There are many capable people in the Ninth Company, and pouring out explosives is the coach bullets. Soldiers who have not passed actual combat inspections can easily pull the grenades out because of nervousness after pulling the fire on the battlefield. There is even a situation where they pinch the fire in their hands and not throw them out after pulling the fire.

The key is to be familiar with it.

The soldiers watching the fun knew that someone would definitely be kicked again, so I looked forward to it.

One soldier after another began to line up to drop bombs. After throwing the grenades, some stood still, some lay on the ground and savored to watch the fun, some threw the distances differently.

Fortunately, none of them threw them under their feet.

Until these guys were thrown away, the monkey finally stepped forward: "Come on, let's talk about your experience!"

"It's nothing difficult. The key points are to stab moisture-proof paper, pull the fire, throw it out, and explode in about five seconds!" said a police soldier.

"The throwing action must be standard. Try to open your arms to throw it far away..."

"Don't throw it at your feet!"

The monkey nodded: "Okay, everyone will do twenty volleys on the spot."

A police soldier was dissatisfied: "Why?"

The monkey kicked over with a straight face: "Do you think you can? He threw the grenade. What did you look at in the fifth second? Ah? Do you want to see the fireworks? Or do you want to see the enemy's arm being blown into the sky? Are you going to pick it up and make soup?"

"I will remember!" the soldier replied loudly with a red face.

"And there is a comrade next to you. Is his posture correct? I saw you laughing. Have you corrected his movements? If his hand slips and the grenade falls to the ground, it will blow you into pieces!"

"Yes!" The soldier had a dark face, and his strength was actually scolded.

"Now, you go and demonstrate the standard movement." The monkey's voice was stern. I really didn't know how the loud sound could appear on the small body, which buzzed the warrior's ears.

This soldier has good tactical actions and is definitely an old fritter on the battlefield. After throwing the grenade, he put his arms on the ground, hugged his head with both hands, and knew how to protect himself. Except for knowing that it was the coach who was playing, he couldn't help but look at it.

However, looking for their thorns is a piece of cake for the monkey...

After lying on the ground twenty.
Chapter completed!