More than half a month after Zhang Nan returned to New York, he heard news from Huaxia: a toy factory invested by the boss of Xiangjiang in Pengcheng caught fire at work, killing and injuring hundreds of people.

What will happen or happens, nothing has changed, Zhang Nan can only sigh in his heart.

What else can you do?

And almost at the same time, Zhang Nan knew that there was a kind of person in this world called Toutie!

East Long Island, the Combined Forces training base range, is relatively far from the community, and land prices are less exaggerated.

The coastal area is home to some of the super-wealthy holiday estates, while the more inland areas are much less developed: too far from New York City for everyone to have the time or helicopter commute to work, and the topography of the narrow peninsula limits development.

This small training base is built here, and the land price is right, which is not only convenient for the boss to play, but also a company's strength reserve point in the New York area.

Zhang Nan and Yasuko Sawaguchi were both standing, watching Xiang Weirong teach the new peripheral bodyguards who had come to the training how to change the magazine with one hand, and the sound of "bang, bang" gunshots kept in their ears.

The woman was still wearing a noise-canceling headphone, and Zhang Nan was not wearing anything.

When he was a teenager, he began to go to the militia training base to rub his gun, except for one case, he never stuffed his ears with anything at the shooting range: except for the 12.7 mm large-caliber machine gun, when the guy fired continuously, he didn't say that he operated it himself, he just stood on the side, his ears were uncomfortable, and his heart would tremble!

Yasuko Sawaguchi went to New York a few days ago, and they all worshiped their ancestors together, and the two housekeepers in the family recognized her position in this very special home, and Zhang Nan could already bring her back to the manor.

Of course, she doesn't live permanently on Long Island and is usually in Los Angeles.

There were a lot of people around the shooting range near the shooting target, Mr. Xiang taught everyone a trick, such an opportunity is rare, everyone is a good student.

It is a rare opportunity to enter the circle of Zhang Nan's peripheral bodyguards, loyalty first, and this military quality is also excellent!

The company's instructors are a collection of elites from the East and the West, including those from China, the United States, Russia, and Israel, and there is even a former Vietnamese army officer and a small instructor in his 50s in the Gambia.

North Vietnamese, not South Vietnamese, retired three years ago at the age of 55 and then moved to the United States as a friend of a contractor friend from Yan County.

The man was half Chinese paternal blood, and he had always said that he was Chinese, and the wife he married when he was young was also Chinese, and of course the children were of Chinese ancestry.

In the early 50s, he began to play with the French, and a few years later he fought with the newly formed South Vietnam, and then went to war with the Americans.

In 78, because of his opposition to the Vietnamese government's ingratitude and hostility to Huaxia, he was expelled from the army, and his family was deported to Huaxia after being stripped of his property.

The hatred is great!

In 79, wearing a Type 66 military uniform, he returned to Vietnam as a consultant, and returned to China a month later, after which he was arranged to work in a state-owned forest farm, and became colleagues and good friends with the old comrade-in-arms of the contractor from Yan County.

To be precise, it should be the returned overseas Chinese from Vietnam, who has a unique skill, a unique skill that will make all hostile military personnel crazy and hateful: set traps, all kinds of traps!

Except for the traps in the desert area, other places, regardless of whether it is farmland, jungle, grassland, mountain or shallow water area, the various types of deadly traps created by him are said to be more than those written in the military textbooks of China, China, and Russia combined!

There are things you can think of and things you can't think of, and most of them still lack as much virtue as they want.

From the age of fifteen or sixteen to the year 79, except for a few years of stable life in between, almost all the rest of the time was at war.

According to the battlefield theory, that person has become a fine!

Absolute talents, quite accidentally, were tapped into the "United Forces": while they can still move, it seems that it is not bad to go to the United States to earn some American imperialist swords.

The professor is very dedicated, and now among the front-line contractors of the "United Forces", as long as the people who have received his training are mentioned, they unanimously comment: "That's a devil!"

The "devil" is an uncle who always laughs when he is an enemy and a man to his own people - to make the simplest single bullet "mine", he is laughing and teaching you how to get it.

Then tell you with a smile: Once such a cheap trap is stepped on, there will be a 100% big hole in the soles of the feet, with a small entrance and a large exit, which can temporarily scrap the opponent's five living forces.

There must be four stretchers, no, "... If you stand the bullet a little crooked, like this...

That's fine, there is a chance that people can cut off their grandchildren, but it is more likely that shooting through the whole leg will cause heavy bleeding or hit the abdomen again, so that the four who carry the stretcher will be saved, and the loss will outweigh the losses.

It's crooked or not, it depends on your mood at the time, I usually make it a little biased when I'm not in a good mood..."

Still said with a smile, there is really no difference between him and the kind uncle next door, and he will give you some snacks and fruits when he looks at it.

There are many characters like the trap master in the training camps of the "United Forces", but if it is just ordinary infantry technical and tactical training, especially shooting, there is a rumor among ordinary contractors: "Want to see top masters?"

Then go to Mr. Xiang and Boss Guan next to the boss, and a few guys from Russia, that is the real master of the masters!"

Before, the core guys have seen Xiang Weirong's quick magazine change trick of holding an AK in his right hand, taking out a magazine with his left hand, and then using a new magazine with his left hand to slam the magazine tenon, loosen the empty magazine, and put on a new magazine.

This trick can also be divided into two operations in Xiang Weirong's hands: if the previous magazine is empty, then after the magazine is full, the left hand reaches out to the right side of the gun and pulls the bolt, and the bullet is loaded.

The AK series does not have an empty warehouse standby function, and must be loaded manually, which is considered a basic operation.

But Xiang Weirong also has an upgraded version: it is natural to change the magazine when there are still one or two bullets in the old magazine, and the process of loading the bolt is saved!

No matter how many magazines you have or what kind of environment you have, you can change them when you have one or two rounds left, and you can never make a mistake.

Today, I met some "novices", and I was in a good mood, so I would like to teach you a few hands: He just arrived in the United States from China yesterday, sent his son to school in the morning, and went to the training camp with his brother-in-law to shoot targets in the afternoon.

I'm not going to India to hunt tigers, lest I haven't touched the gunman for some days, and then it's not good to have a horse over there and stumble.

Xiang Jiannan has fully adapted to the life of an American-style middle school, and he still skips a grade to enroll, which makes Xiang Weirong feel really good.

At this time, he emptied the two magazines of a nearly brand new Soviet-made AKM in his hand, put down his gun and said to a group of people on the side: "I heard something from the instructor here just now, many of you are practicing my one-handed quick magazine change technique.

I would like to emphasize here!

Note that in non-war times, such operations are forbidden in the Chinese army, and whoever does it will be punished!

Especially for beginners, it's best not to do this until you know enough about the weapon in your hand.

If you use too much force, the magazine tenon or magazine may be knocked out, and the gains outweigh the losses;

If you panic in wartime, the force of the knock is too light, or the magazine tenon is not knocked accurately, then it will be hilarious.

You are all veterans, but some of you have not been in contact with Soviet-style equipment for a long time.

Therefore, if you want to practice this hand, then pay for it yourself to buy a gun, and you must not use company property for training!

As for how you want to change the magazine in actual combat, that's your freedom, whatever. Suiting yourself is the best way to change ammunition, at that time, no one can control you, your life is your own, and you can grasp it yourself. ”

A group of people are listening carefully, and the contractors who can mix with the boss's peripheral bodyguard reserve team, regardless of the country, are definitely "innocent", and it is impossible for them to be novices who know the severity.

Xiang Weirong picked up the assault rifle on the shooting table again, looked at everyone, and said: "All armies in the world are actually changing magazines with one hand, but their methods are different, otherwise if you change magazines with both hands, where will you throw the gun?"

Xiang Weirong heard that this "unhealthy tendency" was later killed, lest a group of people only think about "fast" and "handsome", and forget that "reliability" is the foundation of the army's tactics and equipment!

Everyone thought about it...

"That's right, who doesn't change magazines with one hand? If you use both hands to deal with magazines, what will happen to the gun?"

A bunch of contractors laughed: they didn't think about it when they practiced this before.

One-handed change?

Take a look at me!

"So this is at most a quick change of magazine, but if you are injured in one hand in actual combat, and your comrades need you as a firepower output point, what should you do?" Xiang Weirong's face became serious, and everyone immediately quieted down.

"When I fought a big battle, before we withdrew to the country, we had a battalion that had only received orders to hold positions and stop the Vietnamese monkeys.

However, because the walkie-talkie was broken, I did not receive the order to evacuate after the mission had been completed.

One battalion was besieged by seven infantry regiments of the monkeys, and I don't say how many shells they received, but in the end a total of 7 came back alive, all wounded.

Those seven people were able to come back because the last officer on the battlefield, a deputy battalion commander, gave an order to the remaining dozen brothers before they died: leave a few seeds in the battalion, and they can't all die!

The deputy battalion commander knew that it was a victorious war, so after the intestines were shot out by a large-caliber anti-aircraft machine gun, he gave the order that seemed to defy the last order.

He had been hit in the right arm by three rifle bullets before, but kept fighting. ”

Speaking of this, Xiang Weirong stopped and asked everyone: "Have you ever been bulleted?"

No one raised their hand.

If you have been hit by a rifle bullet, most of them are not two eye-catching scars, except for the best luck, they will be left with a little disability, at least in terms of physical function.

That's not a pistol bullet, a rifle bullet hits, the wound is horrible!

"It's good if you don't, it's not a joke to get bullets and bite off the flesh.

One arm is hit three times, and it's luck that your hand stays!

Do you want to know how that deputy battalion commander fought?"

Everyone nodded violently.

However, Xiang Weirong didn't move, but pointed to a white man and said, "What's your name?"

"John, my name is John Donne, Mr. Xiang. ”

A hundred people can be about 1.85 meters tall, and when he heard Xiang Weirong call him by name, he immediately replied, and stood up a little.

"John, if you were a one-handed scrap, how would you change the magazine? Think about it, and try to show everyone. ”

John was also not frightened, and stepped forward to take the assault rifle that was given to him.

Imagine that there should be cover in front of you, put your left hand on your torso when you are wounded, stop the gun, lean the muzzle up on your body, remove the magazine with your right hand, pick up the magazine that is placed aside and replace it, and finally push the bolt down, and then hold the gun with a small grip in one hand.

The right hand tried and then tried the left hand, the speed can not be considered slow, it is very likely that it has been practiced before, but this gun is a little "slippery" on the concrete floor, and the gun almost fell down once after changing the left hand just now.

Xiang Weirong nodded and said to John, who stood up, "Yes, John."

This is the first normal method that comes to mind when thinking habitually, and soldiers all over the world are expected to do this in extreme environments, but this method will be awkward in the case of slightly slippery ground.

You are the boss's bodyguard, and there are often situations in the indoor environment, although it is almost impossible for you to continue fighting after changing the magazine with one hand, but what if?

The speed is slow, plus the gun slips...

Teach you an effective one-handed magazine change method that cannot be used except in very narrow situations, and that's how the deputy battalion commander changed.

The speed of practice is very fast, but it is slightly difficult to practice, and it takes some time and thought. ”

Saying that, he didn't try it himself, but said, "Xingquan, you show them." ”

"Yes, squad leader. ”

Guan Xingquan took the gun with his left hand from the shooting table and said to everyone: "This is what the squad leader taught me, as for who invented it first, it may be during the war against India in 62, or it may be during the large-scale military training in China in the fifties and sixties."

Look at it. ”

As he spoke, Guan Xingquan knelt on one leg, his right knee was bent nearly 90 degrees, his left knee was almost on the ground, the muzzle of the gun was facing right, the magazine was facing back, and he clamped the gun with his leg bend, and knocked the tenon with the new magazine he picked up, and replaced the new magazine with his eyes without looking.

Pull the bolt of the gun in the opposite direction and stand up with the gun in one hand.

The left hand was replaced by the right hand, and it was reversed again.

"That's it, do you understand?"

The movements were like flowing water, except for Lin Ming and Alyosha who were standing next to Zhang Nan, plus Xiang Weirong, everyone else had a little surprise on their faces, plus a little bit of confusion!

It's too fast, and it's so cool: it does two operations without turning your head, and everyone understands this way of changing magazines, but they don't see the whole process clearly.

John Donne was quite bold, and said to Guan Xingquan, who had a cold face: "Mr. Guan, can you demonstrate once, please slow down." ”

"Yes. ”

I demonstrated it again, and I turned my head to explain.

“... In case this happens, don't worry about any regulations, company property, how to get started, if your injuries haven't broken you down!

Don't carry the gun used for practice with you to carry out the mission, so as not to have a problem with a dark injury. ”

Guan Boss is cool, really cool!

Brother Guan brushed cool, Zhang Nan looked at it and applauded, and Yasuko Sawaguchi on the side was even more stunned.

A bunch of people who love to learn go to the nearby gun shop to pay for guns: it doesn't matter if you can only buy semi-automatic ones there, let's get over the addiction first.

Zhang Nan also tried it, and felt that it was a bit difficult to practice, but as long as he could turn his head to see, it would be faster and safer than a gun on his body.

However, a phone call ruined his good mood for today's target shooting.

Zhang Nan, who answered the phone, looked a little embarrassed, on his own territory, and surrounded by his own people, he couldn't put on a mood of joy and anger.

"Trouble?" Xiang Weirong asked.

"No, it's just that someone is looking for death and ignoring my warnings.

A few days ago in Xiangjiang, I ran into someone snatched from the Old Summer Palace...

The thing went back to the UK, and today the news came, that Evans actually commissioned a local auction house to put it up for auction in three months.

Hah, this is going to slap me in the face. ”

Xiang Weirong smiled, "It's not just your face, what they want is the face of the Chinese people."

John Bull, arrogant, and worthy of his name!"

.。 Writing Chinese Network M.