Chapter 1738 Every Bullet

Zhang Chu pursed his lips and whispered: "Company Commander, I... I want to come back. The special forces are where I belong. I know I made mistakes before, but you also know that I didn't do that on purpose. only--"

"That's enough!" Zhou Zhiheng interrupted him directly, and his tone became stern, "Zhang Chu, you still have the nerve to mention this? You injured a veteran, disobeyed orders, and completely ignored discipline. This is no longer a small problem! You Do you think the special forces unit is a place where you can show off your temper alone?"

Zhang Chu's face turned pale instantly. He squeezed the phone tightly and his voice was trembling: "Company Commander, I admit that it was my fault, but...but I really didn't mean it! I was just too impulsive at the time. , I know I was wrong! Can you give me another chance? Let me come back, and I will definitely prove it to you!"

Zhou Zhiheng on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and then his tone became even colder: "Zhang Chu, it's not that I don't give you a chance, it's that you don't know how to cherish it. It's not that the army has no expectations for soldiers like you, but expectations are not connivance. You continue to The most basic disciplines are If you can't defend it, why should I believe that you can change it? The current recruit company is the last chance given to you by your superiors. If you can't handle this, don't think about coming back to the special forces unit. Someone who obeys orders.”

"Company Commander, I -" Zhang Chu wanted to say something more, but there was already a "beep beep" hang-up sound on the other end of the phone.

Zhang Chu sat on the bed blankly, and the mobile phone in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. His head was buzzing, and Zhou Zhiheng's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting his chest hard. The company commander's indifference and determination made him completely understand that his past had been sealed, and the door that once belonged to him had been shut tightly and would never be opened to him again.

"Last chance..." Zhang Chu muttered to himself, his eyes becoming empty. He finally understood that the only thing he could do now was to seize the opportunity of this new recruit company. Otherwise, not only will he not be able to return to the special forces unit, he may even say goodbye to the military camp forever and become a joke in everyone's eyes.

During dinner, Zhang Chu remained silent, not even paying attention to the whispers of other recruits. It was like a huge boulder was pressing on his heart, and his breathing was a little heavy. Yue Ming noticed something strange about him, came over and sat next to him, and asked in a low voice: "Zhang Chu, what's wrong? There was nothing wrong with training this afternoon, right?"

Zhang Chu raised his head and glanced at him. His eyes no longer had the sharpness in the past, but instead looked a little tired. He whispered: "It's nothing, just... tired."

Yue Ming stared at him, was silent for a while, and then patted his shoulder: "Zhang Chu, I don't know what you are thinking, but I know one thing - the instructor gave you the opportunity not because of how special you are, but because of how special you are. Because he thinks you can still be saved. Don’t let him down, and don’t let yourself down.”

Zhang Chu was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile: "Do you think I don't know? But some things are really difficult to bear."

Yue Ming did not ask any more questions, but said meaningfully: "No matter what you have experienced in the past, this is your current battlefield. Hold on, you can still prove yourself."

That night, Zhang Chu lay on the bed, tossing and turning. Zhou Zhiheng's words, Qin Yuan's eyes, and Yue Ming's advice kept replaying in his mind. He finally understood that the recruit company was not a continuation of his past, but his rebirth. If he wants to stand up again, this is his starting point.

"Qin Yuan..." Zhang Chu murmured the instructor's name, with a hint of complicated emotions in his eyes, "Maybe... he is really helping me."

Early the next morning, Qin Yuan had just returned from inspecting the dormitory building when he received a confidential file from his superior in the office. The file bag is stamped with an eye-catching "Top Secret" red seal, next to Zhang Chu's name.

Qin Yuan picked up the file bag and his eyes darkened. He had always felt that there was some secret hidden in Zhang Chu, but it was not until this moment that he finally had the chance to get a glimpse of it.

He opened the file and landed on the first page, where a slightly yellowed black and white photo came into view. The face and eyes of the man in the photo are somewhat similar to Zhang Chu's, but he is more resolute. He is wearing a military uniform, with heavy medals hanging on his chest, and his eyes are as determined as iron. The annotation on the photo made Qin Yuan's pupils shrink slightly——

"Zhang Guoqiang, martyr. Former deputy captain of the Anti-Narcotics Brigade of the Southeast Border Armed Police Force, died heroically while executing the 'Drug Cutting Operation'."

Qin Yuan's fingers paused slightly and his eyes continued to scan downward.

Zhang Chu's father, Zhang Guoqiang, served as an anti-drug officer on the southeastern border for seven years. He has single-handedly participated in dozens of major anti-drug cases and is a well-known "drug lord nemesis" on the entire border defense line. However, in a large-scale operation targeting cross-border drug trade, Zhang Guoqiang chose to fight alone in order to cover his comrades in breaking out, and was unfortunately shot and sacrificed.

That year, Zhang Chucai was only seven years old.

The file also mentioned that Zhang Chu had been influenced by his father since he was a child and was full of longing for the career of a soldier. He had excellent grades in school but had a stubborn personality. He was determined to inherit his father's legacy and embark on a military career. As an adult, he successfully entered the army and entered the special forces with excellent results. However, his disciplinary problems in the special forces stem from a simple and persistent belief - his desire to go to the battlefield, his desire to enter the front line earlier, and his desire to complete his father's unfinished business with his own hands.

The last page of the file records in detail the reason why Zhang Chu was transferred from the special forces unit: During a training session, he adjusted the mission plan without permission because he disobeyed the captain's arrangements, and even had a physical conflict with a veteran. He had only one reason: "I can't afford to waste time. I want to actually perform the mission and go to the border instead of practicing the skills that have been repeated here every day."

Qin Yuan closed the file, and complex emotions surged in his heart. He finally understood where the indescribable unruliness in Zhang Chu came from. His pride, his stubbornness, and even his urge to leave last night can all be traced back to his father, the martyr who spent his life practicing his military beliefs.

Zhang Chu is not a deserter, there is no way he can be a deserter. He was just too eager, eager to prove himself, eager to return to the front line, eager to inherit his father's unfinished business.

Qin Yuan pondered for a long time, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. He had a vague decision in his mind - no matter what, Zhang Chu must stay. Moreover, not only does he want to stay, he also wants to completely change this soldier and make him truly a soldier who can stand alone.

On the training ground in the morning, Zhang Chu stood in the queue as always, with a cold expression, but his heart was more complicated than ever. He had already felt that Qin Yuan's attitude towards him had begun to change, but he did not know that the file had completely revealed his past in front of the instructor.

After the training, Qin Yuan suddenly called his name: "Zhang Chu, follow me."

Zhang Chu was stunned for a moment, but he followed Qin Yuan into the office silently without asking any questions.

As soon as he entered, Qin Yuan sat behind his desk and stared at Zhang Chu with sharp eyes. The first words he spoke made him completely stunned: "Zhang Chu, I know about your father."

Zhang Chu's pupils shrank instantly, his body stiffened, and he raised his head and stared at Qin Yuan: "Are you investigating me?"

Qin Yuan shook his head slightly and said in a calm tone: "It's not an investigation, the superiors sent the information. Many people in the army know that you are the son of a martyr, but you never mentioned it, right?"

Zhang Chu was silent, his Adam's apple moved, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes. He whispered: "That is my father's business and has nothing to do with me."

Qin Yuan sneered, his voice low but dignified: "It has nothing to do with you? Zhang Chu, why do you think you have worked so hard all these years? Why do you think you are so eager to return to the front line? Don't lie to yourself "Everything you have is because of your father."

Zhang Chu's fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes showed the emotion of struggle. He gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, I want to inherit his mantle! I want to go to the southeastern border and really perform tasks like him! But I am not doing it for others to see me, I am doing it for myself, instructor, I don't want to Waste of time here!”

After listening, Qin Yuan slowly stood up, walked around the table and walked to Zhang Chu. He looked at Zhang Chu, with a touch of softness in his eyes, but still with the coldness of a soldier: "Your father is indeed a hero, but a hero cannot be achieved simply by being eager and impulsive. If you want to inherit his mantle, imagine He is still at the forefront, but you don’t even have the most basic team awareness and discipline. Zhang Chu, do you know that the more you act like this, you will only disappoint him in Tianzhiling.”

Zhang Chu was stung hard by these words. He lowered his head, his lips trembling, and his eyes showed deep self-blame and unwillingness.

Qin Yuan patted his shoulder, and his tone was less cold and more serious: "Zhang Chu, you are a good soldier, I have never doubted it. But if you can't control yourself, even the team If I can't blend in, no matter how strong my personal abilities are, it will be in vain. If I give you a chance, I will also give you time. I don’t care what you thought before in the special forces unit, or what you thought of the recruit company, but here, you must understand one thing: if you want to become a real soldier, you must First learn to respect the rules and respect the team.”

Zhang Chu's throat seemed to be blocked by something. He was silent for a long time, and finally whispered: "Instructor... I understand."

Qin Yuan nodded, with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Very good. From now on, you will work hard to prove to me that you are qualified to inherit your father's mantle."

Zhang Chu took a deep breath, straightened his back, saluted a standard military salute, and said in a firm voice: "Yes, instructor! I will not let you down again, nor will I let him down again!"

The next morning, the sun shines on the training ground through the thin morning fog, and the air is filled with the smell of earth and metal. The recruits were busy in their respective training projects, and the entire recruit company was in full swing.

In the center of the training ground, Qin Yuan stood upright, holding a rifle in his hand. His eyes were calm, but his tone was a bit sharp: "Zhang Chu, listen up. The focus of today's training is shooting. Don't you always think you have the ability to go to the front line? OK, I will give you a chance - if you can In today's shooting training, if ten shots hit the 90th level, I will take you to participate in a practical mission."

"Practical mission?" When Zhang Chu heard this, his originally cold expression suddenly became excited, and a flash of uncontrollable excitement flashed in his eyes. He looked up at Qin Yuan, with unconcealable desire in his tone: "Instructor, are you serious?"

Qin Yuan nodded, his tone still calm: "Of course. But the premise is that you have to prove that you have this ability."

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Zhang Chu nodded vigorously, his chest rising and falling slightly, like a beast about to break out of a cage: "Okay! Instructor, I will not let this opportunity go, I will definitely do it!"

Qin Yuan glanced at him lightly and handed him the rifle in his hand: "Let's go to the shooting range. Let your strength speak."

Zhang Chu took the gun, tightened his fingers, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit. He knew that this was the opportunity Qin Yuan gave him, and it was also the best time for him to prove himself.

On the shooting range, gunshots continued, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. Other recruits were training at their respective targets, while Zhang Chu stood in the center, attracting everyone's attention.

Qin Yuan stood beside Zhang Chu with his hands behind his back, his voice low but with an invisible pressure: "Zhang Chu, the target is 100 meters away. Ten bullets, the goal is more than 90 rings. Remember, don't let me down."

Zhang Chu did not look back, but nodded silently. He raised his rifle, stared at the target in the distance, and his breathing gradually became stable.

The first shot, a crisp gunshot sounded.

"Bang!"

A number popped up on the display screen of the shooting range - 7 rings.

Zhang Chu frowned slightly, but did not speak, quickly adjusted his breathing and posture, and continued to shoot.

The second shot, "Bang!" - 8 rings.

The third shot, "Bang!" - 7 rings.

A little sweat seeped out of Zhang Chu's forehead, his breathing became rapid, and a trace of uneasiness surged in his heart. He knew that his shooting level was good, but every shot was below nine rings, which was too far from the goal of ninety rings.

Qin Yuan stood aside, his eyes always staring at him, his voice calm but with a hint of pressure: "Zhang Chu, calm down and focus on your goal. Breathe, aim, shoot, don't think about the result, just think about every bullet."

Zhang Chu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He closed his eyes, adjusted for a few seconds, and raised the gun again.

The fourth shot, "Bang!" - 8 rings.

The fifth shot, "Bang!" - 6 rings.

The sixth shot, "Bang!" - 9 rings!

This shot finally boosted Zhang Chu's confidence a little, but he also knew that his condition was far from enough. The next few shots were still hovering between 7 and 8 rings.

When the last shot was finished, Zhang Chu put down the gun and looked down at the score display screen - total number of rings: 73 rings.

The entire shooting range was silent for a few seconds, and the recruits around secretly exchanged glances, and no one dared to speak.

Zhang Chu stared at the score, clenched his teeth, and his face was ashen. His chest rose and fell violently, and the rifle in his hand creaked. He knew very well that with such a result, he was not qualified to talk about any actual combat mission.

Qin Yuan stood beside him, his eyes indifferently swept across the score screen, and his voice was calm and calm: "73 rings. Far from it."

Zhang Chu turned back and looked at Qin Yuan, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness: "Instructor! Give me another chance! I was not in good condition just now, I can do better!"