"It's okay, there are usually no people going there in the back mountain, let alone today, and besides, don't we still have firecrackers?" said Masaki with a smile and looked at his uncle in the rearview mirror.

"I hope so", Zheng Xueping said with some expectation in his eyes, holding the wooden box in his arms.

Soon, the family arrived in the back mountain, and after walking a few hundred meters along the dirt road, they arrived at a gentle area at the top of the mountain.

"Here it is," Masaki said after a pause.

"Is it here?, don't you go in again?" Zheng Xueyi was still a little uneasy, and pointed to a mountain opposite.

"No, it's going to be fine, it's good here, the field of vision is wide, and we can find out if there is any movement as soon as possible," Masaki shook his head and said with a smile, opening the wooden box from his father's hand, skillfully stuffing the yellow-orange bullets into the magazine, and "Kata" put the magazine back into place.

"Uncle, Dad, let me show you first, this gun has a lot of recoil, so be careful later," Masaki said, holding the gun and aiming it at a dead tree trunk in the distance.

"Son, be careful," Li Xuemei stood behind and looked at Zhengji with some concern, after all, what he had in his hand was a big killing weapon.

"Well, I will", Masaki smiled slightly, his eyes fixed slightly, and his index finger tapped the trigger.

"Bang"! A huge gunshot rang out, Zheng Xueping and Zheng Xueyi both trembled involuntarily, and in the shocked eyes of the two, the dead wood that Masaki was aiming at in the distance appeared almost as soon as the gunfire fell, and a hole in a tree with the size of a fist appeared, almost smashing a tree trunk into two sections! Masaki looked at his masterpiece not far away with satisfaction, it seemed that after experiencing the last practice, his shooting level had indeed made great progress, and this time he actually shot with one shot.

The sound of gunfire vaguely echoed between the valleys, Zheng Xueping and the two looked at the gun in Zhengji's hand blankly, they couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying effect it would have if it was hit on a person's body!

Zheng Xueyi walked to the tree dozens of meters away with some trembling, looked at the hole in the tree with green smoke, and put his fist into it to test the caliber.

"Yes, I don't see that the power of the pistol on TV is not so great!?" Zheng Xueping also said in surprise.

"Dad, there is a gap between movies and life, like those on TV who can still jump around in place and have nothing to do after being shot, it's all nonsense, no matter what gun, as long as it is shot, the power of the bullet is huge, even the arms and thighs can make people lose their combat effectiveness instantly, and my gun can be said to be the best in the pistol, and it is naturally more powerful", Zhengji explained with a smile and handed the pistol to Zheng Xueping's hand.

"Whew, it's so hot", Zheng Xueping subconsciously touched the barrel of the gun, retracted his hand, and said.

"The speed of the bullet is very fast, it will rub the barrel, Dad, you try, I will teach you how to use it", Zhengji walked over and taught Zheng Xueping how to hold the gun and how to use it.

"Dad, you have to use both hands hard, the recoil of this gun is very strong, you have to be mentally prepared, why don't I try the gun with you first?"

"No, isn't it just shooting? No matter how big the recoil is, can it still break me away?" Zheng Xueping's machismo is coming up at the moment, and he can't be ashamed in front of his wife and children, although he is a little apprehensive in his heart, he still can't help but refuse Zhengji's proposal, joking, and letting his son protect him to shoot, wouldn't it be a joke for the eldest brother and sister-in-law to see the joke.

"You just be strong! Xueping, let me try it first, I am a farmer, and I have more strength in my hands," Zheng Xueyi walked over with a smile and said to his younger brother.

"Brother, then you come first?" Zheng Xueping saw his eldest brother bring it up, and after thinking about it, he didn't insist anymore, and handed the pistol to Zheng Xueyi.

"Dad! Don't!" Zhengji saw the way Zheng Xueping handed his uncle the pistol, and hurriedly rushed up, pressed down the muzzle, and turned on the safe.

"Dad, at any time, don't turn off the insurance and aim the gun at someone, in case of misfire, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"Oh, oh, I almost forgot", Zheng Xueping also nodded with some fear.

Zheng Xueyi took the pistol, and according to his nephew's instructions, he pulled the trigger on the same tree just now, accompanied by a gunshot, Zheng Xueyi's hand was numb, and he felt a strong force pushing from his wrist, and involuntarily let go of his hand, the pistol fell into the grass, and his body also took a few steps back, looking at the gun on the ground in surprise.

"Uncle, are you alright?" asked Masaki as he stepped forward with concern and picked up the desert eagle on the ground.

"No, it's okay, it's just that my hand hurts a little, good guy! The power of this gun is really not small! It's like taking a second kick and putting it in your hand!" Zheng Xueyi shook his sore wrist and said.

"So powerful?" Zheng Xueping looked at the reaction of the eldest brother, and was a little glad that he didn't try it himself just now, the eldest brother who has a lot of strength in his hands all the year round said so, so the recoil of this gun is probably really extraordinary.

However, he was a little unwilling to tell him to retreat like this, wouldn't it be a pity that a man would not even fire a gun in his life? Zheng Xueping gritted his teeth and took the pistol from his son's hand.

"Xueping, the strength in your hands is about to be tightened, this guy is not ordinary," Zheng Xueyi, as a person who came over, instructed.

"Well, I understand", Zheng Xueping looked directly at the target, his wrist was forced, he took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger under the concerned gaze of Li Xuemei and the others.

Almost the same as Zheng Xueyi, Zheng Xueping also took a few steps back, but the pistol was tightly held by his prepared hands, and it didn't fall, and the target of the shot, as expected, didn't hit anything.

"Good guy! It's really strong! This shot is just like a cannonball, for you, son," Zheng Xueping's face was slightly stiff, and he forced a smile to show a hint of a smile, and handed the pistol to Zhengji, and the sharp-eyed Zhengji was very keen to find that his father's hand over the gun was slightly stiff and trembling, obviously, I am afraid that the wrist could not stand this strong recoil and was strained!

"Nephew, I'll try again," Zheng Xueyi was a crop handle, with some strength, and quickly recovered, and wanted to shoot a few shots with interest.

Masaki was not stingy, he handed him the pistol directly, and stood behind him with his father and watched, "Dad, don't bear it, is your wrist okay? Do you need to apply some medicine?"

"You stinky boy, just watch my good show, hiss!" Zheng Xueping saw that the eyes of the people around him were not on him, so he couldn't bear it anymore at this moment, rubbed his wrist that was a little red and swollen, and hissed in slight pain.

"Are you alright?" asked Masaki with some concern.

"It's okay, it's okay to rest for a few days, it's just a little strained, but why didn't I find out, why is your kid's strength so great?

"I? I guess my skill made up for my lack of strength, and my wrist hurt for a long time when I first used it," Masaki said with a smile.

"So that's the case, but your gun, ordinary people are really uncomfortable!" Zheng Xueping said with emotion.

Zheng Xueyi, who was interested, fired a shot and rested for a while, until he finished firing a magazine, then walked back with a sore and paralyzed wrist, wiped the sweat beads on his head, and handed the desert eagle to Zhengji.

"Uncle, you can, this gun can't shoot you so many times if you use it for the first time," Masaki said admiringly.

Haha, Uncle doesn't have anything else, but he has a lot of strength, and he has a lot of hoes, and he is strong!" Zheng Xueyi heard his nephew's praise and said with a happy smile.

The family had enough of it, stayed for a while, and then drove back.

In the past few days after the ancestor worship, the imaginary peaceful holiday has not come, because the popularity of political discipline is accompanied by a song "Loyal to the Country" of the Spring Festival Gala It's a thorough promotion, regardless of age and youth, I remember the young man in a military uniform on the TV screen, and his song was quickly learned and known by everyone, and then it was the trouble that Zhengji didn't expect, his location was spread by the village names, and the news of Yuanping's big singer Zhengji was also quickly centered on Yuanping, and spread to several surrounding counties, and then to the city, so that the villagers and politicians did not expect, in the next few days, the politician's door exploded, and fans from the surrounding counties and nearby came to find Zhengji, at first it was just a few people, But later, more and more people came every day, so that the Masaki family was overwhelmed, sent away a batch, but more came, and finally brought reporters and paparazzi over, for these news, they didn't even live for years, squatting in front of the politician's door, always releasing the latest reports, so far, the location of Masaki is completely known to everyone.

And in the meantime, something happened that Masaki's family didn't expect, an eighteen-year-old female fan sneaked out of a county town hundreds of miles away in order to meet Masaki! And this fan can be described as a backbone, in her words, if you don't see Masaji, she will die in front of the door and not leave, and then this female fan will find another way, in order to see Masaji, she actually climbed over the wall from the backyard of the politician's house, it's hard to imagine how she is a girl, how to climb over the wall of more than two meters, but when she landed, she still broke her foot, but she looked at Masaki who came out of the house and didn't care about the pain of her foot on the spot, so she threw herself into Masaji's arms and cried.

ps: It's so boring, begging for flowers~~begging for subscription~~begging for red envelopes~~begging for collection~~begging for everything~~you don't give it~~