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After the graduation ceremony, except for those who were rated to stay for special training, the rest of the students actually graduated. They began to pack their bags and prepare to go to their respective assigned troops to report. At the school gate, the trucks ordered by the troops to receive the students had been waiting for a long time.

In the dormitory where Zhang Xinghan is located, except for him and Zhao Desheng who were selected for this special training list, the rest have officially graduated, and the few are packing and preparing to go to their troops to register.

At this moment, Sun Siwei carried a bedding in one hand and a bulging cloth bag in the other hand, and walked in with a foolish smile.

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

"Me? All these classmates have left. I'm afraid that you two will be plagued by some female ghosts at night, so I decided to bring them over to help you drive away evil spirits and eliminate disasters!" Sun Siwei said with a proud smile.

"Virtue! A female ghost is also a beautiful female ghost. As the saying goes, death under a peony flower, and being a ghost is also romantic." Zhao Desheng despised Sun Siwei and said complacently.

"Okay, two big men, one is thicker than the other! You guys clean up in the dormitory and I'll go out." Zhang Xinghan stood up and said in a neat dress.

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

"When did you become so stingy? Xinghan must have gone to see his future sister-in-law. Let's join in the fun!" Sun Siwei slapped Zhao Desheng on the back of the head, and said to Zhang Xinghan with a righteous look: "Yes!?"

"I've told you how many times, don't hit me in the head if you have anything to do or not. My mother said, if you beat me stupidly, you won't be able to find a wife in the future." Zhao Desheng pushed Sun Siwei with dissatisfaction and said, "You are the pig brain. We are not afraid that Xinghan will go out alone. When we meet Zhou Wei, we will have a helper when fighting."

"Take it down. Even if you really encounter a fight, you will have to help you!" Sun Siwei said with a rich expression.

"Little girl, look down on me, I'll let you taste my power!" Zhao Desheng said as he pressed Sun Siwei down on the bed and had a fight.

Seeing this, Zhang Xinghan smiled and shook his head, walked out with great strides. Then Sun Siwei's scream came from behind him.

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After walking out of the school gate, Zhang Xinghan was in a heavy mood. Because of this special training, his wedding with Du Qianxue would definitely not be held as scheduled.

After passing through the slightly crowded graduates, Zhang Xinghan walked to the intersection and called a rickshaw. After reporting the address, the rickshaw driver responded readily and then pulled Zhang Xinghan toward the destination.

The rickshaw driver has good foot strength. Although Zhang Xinghan, who was holding more than 100 pounds, was a little breathless, but his speed still remained unabated. It originally took nearly an hour to walk, but the rickshaw driver ran there in less than twenty minutes.

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

Zhang Xinghan turned around and saw that the door of Du Qianxue's house was closed, so he strode up, rang the doorbell a few times, and waited patiently for a while, but there was no reaction inside.

"It's strange. Even if Qianxue is not at home, Ma Zhang should be there too. Did something happen?" Zhang Xinghan was anxious in his heart. He repeatedly rang the doorbell and shouted loudly into the yard: "Qianxue! Qianxue! Ma Zhang, are you at home?"

Zhang Xinghan shouted for a long time, but there was no response in the yard. The far door of a yard next to him opened, and a middle-aged woman in her thirties walked out, wearing a dark red cheongsam. When she saw Zhang Xinghan, the woman asked, "Sir, are you Mr. Zhang?"

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

"Oh, that's right. Before leaving, my neighbor Miss Du asked me to teach this letter to a gentleman named Zhang. I guess it was you." The woman said and walked over, holding an envelope containing a letter in her hand.

Zhang Xinghan quickly walked up, took the envelope, and asked anxiously: "Ms. Du said where she went? When did she leave?"

"I left yesterday. It seemed that someone was picked up. I didn't know where I went. I wrote to me her servant, and she only said that this was what Miss Du asked me to teach you." The woman replied.

"Oh! Thank you!" Zhang Xinghan thanked him and couldn't wait to tear open the envelope.

"No need to thank you!" After saying that, the woman turned around and returned to her yard.

Zhang Xinghan tore open the envelope, took out a piece of letter paper, opened it and read it. The letter read it: "Chen you see, Qianxue reported the matter between you and me a few days ago. But my father refused your marriage with you and me on the grounds that you were a scholar. He came to pick me up and returned to Shanghai in person. Seeing that the agreed date was coming, Qianxue was reluctant to leave, but she was unable to change and felt heartbroken. She left today and would do her best to convince her father, please rest assured, Qianxue would not marry you in this life! There is a day when we meet, don't worry. Du Qianxue on June 4, 25th year of the Republic of China."

Although his handwriting is a bit sloppy, he is still as beautiful as a woman. Zhang Xinghan knew Du Qianxue's handwriting, which shows that Du Qianxue wrote this letter in a very hurry.

After reading these few short sentences, Zhang Xinghan felt all the same. He was hesitant to explain to Du Qianxue that he wanted to participate in the special training.

Now Du Qianxue was taken away by Du Yuesheng, and her reluctance surged into her heart with mixed feelings.

Although Zhang Xinghan really wanted to go to Shanghai to find her at this time, the special training was about to begin, but he could not get out.

Then I thought, Du Yuesheng might be right to do this. Indeed, she is a martial artist and a soldier. Now that the country is in trouble, she might be glorious that day. If she really married Du Qianxue, she would probably harm her for the rest of her life.

Therefore, Zhang Xinghan was not disgusted with Du Yuesheng's choices and approaches. If it were him, he would have done so.

After understanding all this, Zhang Xinghan made up his mind to complete his studies first. The current situation is chaotic, so let’s put the aside for the children’s affair.

After making up his mind, Zhang Xinghan packed the letter and the envelope into his pocket, and took big steps towards the way he came.

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A few days later, the members of the Soviet Special Training Group arrived, including two instructors and twenty-seven trainees, with a total of twenty-nine people.

After the members of the special training regiment arrived in Nanjing, they were directly arranged in the military academy. The Central Military Academy only provided them with accommodation. The real closed training venue has not yet been decided, and it will be decided by the two Soviet instructors.

Another day later, the notice finally came out. All the students participating in this special training got on the special car. More than 20 Soviet students also got on the car. Zhang Xinghan and his team were riding in a truck. Because the Soviet students were crowded and the various equipment and training equipment they brought, they used three trucks to load them and the people and things.

At the same time, the teaching team had ten people on board at the same time. The teaching team would have ten people participating in the special training. Zhang Xinghan had known this for a long time, but what surprised him was that Zhou Wei was also on the list of the ten people.

The convoy was speechless all the way, and after nearly two hours of driving, he finally arrived at his destination.

With the instructor's order, the door of the truck was opened, and all the trainees jumped out of the car one by one like dumplings.

Immediately, they lined up in front of the car, and Zhou Wei and nine other people from the teaching team also stood up.

The more than 20 Soviet students were standing on the other side. Several instructors strode to the front of the team. One of them said at the top of his voice: "Students, this is the Niushoushan Training Base. You are all one of the best students in the military academy. Our one-year special training officially begins today. Here, you will learn what you can't learn in the military academy! I hope you will continue to work hard to achieve good results. Please ask the Soviet instructor to speak to you."

At this time, a Soviet man dressed in a Soviet-style military uniform and covered with stubble on his face strode over with an interpreter.

The Soviets were tall and the translator stood with him, which was really "striking".

The Soviets walked up to Zhang Xinghan and the others, first glanced at them, and then paused in Russian: "Hello, I'm very happy to see you. My name is Lichev, and I'm the special forces instructor of the Fulongzhi Military Academy."

As soon as Lichev finished speaking, the translator next to him immediately translated his words.

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

The translator translated it truthfully.

Zhang Xinghan scoffed at Lichev's words and sneered: "What are the Soviets talking about advanced tactical concepts? When the Germans invaded the Soviet Union, the so-called powerful Soviet Red Army relied on human life to fill in. If half of Germany's losses were due to the bad weather in the Soviet Union, then the reason why the Soviets won the Patriotic War was also half of the human sea tactics.

You should know that from the time when the German army launched an attack on June 22, 1941, to the time when the German army announced unconditional surrender on May 8, 1945, in less than four years, the number of Soviet people who died (excluding injuries) reached 20 million, which was the largest number of participating countries in the entire World War II.

On the battlefield, the Soviets almost relied on the advantage of numbers of people and equipment to fight, and there was no tactics or strategies. If the Germans had the same population as the Soviet Union, history would probably be rewritten.

In other words, if the German army did not fight on two fronts, it is still unknown who will win. However, this is just a hypothesis. At least the current Soviet Union is still very powerful, and they are not without advantages. At least they are far stronger than China in terms of industrial foundation and equipment.

Sure enough, after the translator finished speaking, Lichev pretended to be profound: "You are all outstanding graduates of the Chinese military academy. I think there is no need to waste time when we are doing basic training such as the simplest shooting. So we directly conduct devilish training for special forces. Here, your training volume will be much larger than usual in the military academy. I hope you are mentally prepared."

The translator quickly translated everything Lichev said. Zhang Xinghan and the students were a little impatient. They were all the best in the tenth issue of Huangpu. They were all top players who could stand here. They were naturally arrogant and had no good feelings for the tall, burly Soviet instructor in front of them.

Zhou Wei even spoke with a slut, asking, "Instructor, what is the devil training of special forces soldiers, and how is a devil technique? We only know that the gun in our hands can kill more enemies on the battlefield. There are no special forces soldiers or special forces soldiers, and it is the ability to see the truth under our hands."

After hearing the translator's translation, Lichev asked Zhou Wei in Russian: "So, your marksmanship is very good? Or is your fighting very good?"

"If you want to know, you can try it." Zhou Wei said arrogantly.

"Okay! Let's have a competition, but it's not me who will compete, but you will compete with them!" After hearing the translator, Lichev pointed to Zhou Wei and the Soviet student standing next to him and said.

"No problem, please accompany me at any time!" Zhou Wei agreed readily.

Lichev nodded, then turned around and waved his hand to the Soviet practitioner not far away, saying, "Rogenov!"

"Come!" A strong young Soviet student responded loudly and strode out of the line.

"Lodgenov, now I order you to conduct a shooting competition on behalf of our Soviet students and Chinese students!" Lichev finished speaking to Lodgenov, then turned to Zhou Wei and said, "He will conduct a shooting competition with you, I wish you a good distance."

Lodgenov was obviously a cheerful and polite Soviet student. He strode forward and saluted Zhou Wei and other Chinese students in German and said to Zhou Wei: "I'm very happy to know you. My name is Lodgenov."

When the translator translated what Lodgenov said, Zhou Wei said in surprise: "What? Coward?"

Zhou Wei's expression and words made the Chinese students present laugh and couldn't help laughing a few times.

However, Lodgenov did not seem to be angry about this. Maybe he did not understand that these Chinese students were laughing at him. The translator was embarrassed and dared not translate.

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

Zhou Wei had already strode out at this time. Rodgenov handed a gun in his left hand to Zhou Wei and said in Russian: "I hope you do your best, because I will not show mercy."

Zhang Xinghan, who was standing not far away from them, was surprised to see that Rodgenov and Zhou Wei were holding two sniper rifles with telescopes.

At this time, the Soviet-style sniper rifle should be the Mosinna sniper rifle, one of the famous guns of World War II. Because the distance is slightly remote, Zhang Xinghan cannot see the specific model of this Mosinna sniper rifle.

If it is the newly improved M1891/30 rifle II in 1936 and equipped with a PE sight, then this gun should be considered excellent among sniper rifles. The newly improved Type II Mosinna dry barrel will be greatly increased. With the help of PE sights, the range can reach 1,400 meters, of which the effective sniper range is within 700 meters.

However, Mosinna's sniper rifle also has defects, because it is an insurgent rifle itself. After being modified into a sniper rifle, its aim is installed behind the machine clamp cover. At least ordinary five-round magazines cannot be installed at one time. It can only be fired and loaded with bullets once, which greatly reduces combat efficiency.

As a professional soldier, Zhang Xinghan knows a little about various bright guns in modern times in the world, but Zhou Wei has no understanding. Moreover, the Central Military Academy does not currently offer the subject of snipers. Although he has trained sharpshooters, he is just some students with good shooting skills. The school does not have real sniper rifles, and almost all shoot with ordinary rifles.

So Zhou Wei took the Mosinna sniper rifle in his hand and looked at it left and right, and finally asked: "What kind of gun is this? Why have you never seen it before? And why is there such a thing on it blocking your view?"

Zhang Xinghan was afraid that he would make a fool of himself, so he hurriedly walked forward and whispered to him: "This is a sniper rifle. The door of the gun chamber is a scope that can be used to aim at targets farther away. You can try it."

When Zhou Wei saw that it was Zhang Xinghan, his face suddenly darkened and he said conceitedly: "Hmph, don't meddle in other people's business. With my marksmanship and no scope, I can win the Russians."

"Can you start?" Lodgenov handed Zhou Wei five more bullets and asked in Russian.

After listening to the translation by the translator, Zhou Wei nodded immediately and said, "Yes!"

At this time, Lichev explained to another Chinese instructor. The Chinese instructor nodded repeatedly when he heard this, then strode forward and shouted: "The Soviet instructor just said that this time they competed for live ammunition shooting, each of them had five bullets. Whoever hits the higher number of rings will win!"

While the instructors were talking, someone had already set up the shooting range, and the shooting range was deployed in an open area. Zhang Xinghan and his students and instructors from both sides followed Zhou Wei and Lodgenov to the shooting range, but they did not find the target.

Zhou Wei stood outside the target line and scratched his head with confusion. He could only vaguely see some scenes directly in front of him. He couldn't see clearly whether it was the target.

After all, the target is five hundred meters away, and without a telescope, it will be blurry to see people, let alone the target. However, if you use the 3.5 times scope on the Mosinna sniper rifle, the visual distance is only about 150 meters, so it is still possible to hit it with a sniper rifle.

At this time, Rodgenov had already begun to aim and prepare to shoot. With a crisp "pop" gunshot like water droplets, Rodgenov had already started shooting.

Soon the target inspector ahead ran over quickly and shouted: "Nine Rings!"
To be continued...