Chapter 37: The Gun

The soldier lay on the ground excitedly, holding a Type 97 sniper rifle, posing in a lying position to shoot, and shouted loudly: "Report to the instructor, Xue Wu is ready to shoot, please shoot." ”

"Shoot." Mo Xiaosheng simply and decisively gave the order to shoot.

Xue Wu aimed at the target, and the moment he pulled the trigger, he was a little flustered.

After all, this was his first shot, and he didn't know anything about what it felt like to shoot.

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and snapped his right index finger. A gunshot "bump" startled him.

The wooden stick still stood steadily, as if mocking Xue Wu.

"Report to Instructor Mo." Xue Wu got up and stood straight.

"Speak."

"I want to shoot again." One shot did not knock down the wooden stick, and Xue Wu's heart was unconvinced.

"I'll give you this chance." Mo Xiaosheng was as cold as ice.

Xue Wu picked up his rifle, loaded the bullet calmly, and put on a shooting posture: "Report to the instructor, Xue Wu asks to shoot." ”

"Shoot!"

Xue Wu lay on the ground, holding the gun in his left hand, the butt of the gun was pressed against his right shoulder, and the index finger of his right hand was pressed on the trigger. He breathed steadily, his gaze reaching over the ruler and the crosshairs to the stick.

He took a deep breath, held his breath, and slowly increased the force of the back hook with his right index finger.

"Bump--" shot out of the chamber and flew over the left side of the stick in a whirlwind.

"Twenty meters away, shooting in a lying position, two shots didn't hit the target, your marksmanship is not bad? It seems that what you said is right, it is really not difficult to shoot. Mo Xiaosheng said coldly.

He looked at the decadent Xue Wu and didn't comfort him, but said: "Anyone can shoot, but shooting and hitting the target are not the same thing." ”

"You think that as long as you have a gun, you can go to the battlefield and kill devils, but if you don't kill devils with one shot, then devils will kill you with one shot."

"Just like this arrogant fellow." He looked at Xue Wu: "His two shots missed the target." If on the battlefield, you tell me, what will be the consequences? ”

One of the warriors whispered, "He—he's already dead twice." ”

"Say it out loud! I can't hear you. Mo Xiaosheng roared.

The fighter shouted, "Report to the instructor, he's already dead twice." ”

"Fart." Mo Xiaosheng roared: "If the target of his shooting is the heavy machine gunner of the little devil, or the mortar gunner. He couldn't kill each other with two shots, and we might have killed a dozen, a dozen, or more. ”

He glared at the trainees: "Because of the arrogance of this fool, all of you will be punished, all of them, a hundred push-ups. ”

"Captain, Mo Xiaosheng is crazy, you have to stop him, otherwise the soldiers will not be able to bear it." Qi Baifeng really couldn't bear to watch the fighters' super-intense training.

"This kid has changed a lot, so cold-blooded." Huang Ergou smiled slightly.

Deng Houfang sighed lightly: "There are too many people around him who have died, and he trains strictly to protect his comrades-in-arms." ”

Qi Baifeng was a little confused.

Xue Wu saw that everyone was going to be punished with him, and he couldn't help it: "Report to the instructor." ”

"Speak."

"I made the mistake alone, and it should be me who should be punished, why let them be punished with me."

"What if you make an inconspicuous mistake on the battlefield and expose your target, the enemy won't shoot at them? Is it just you who hit you? Mo Xiaosheng shouted coldly.

"I tell you, the strongest of you will appear behind enemy lines in the future, and may be exposed to the guns of the little devils at any time, and they will sacrifice their lives at any time, and those who don't want to die can withdraw from training, and I won't keep you."

"If you want to continue to be a hero and be a hero, cheer me up, and the reconnaissance squad will not raise a master."

A sharp gaze shot into his eyes: "All of them, a hundred push-ups, start." ”

No one argued anymore, and ten fighters lined up in a row and silently did push-ups.

"Captain, I can't figure it out, I don't hold a gun when I practice shooting, I only take a wooden stick. One moment lying down, one moment holding a wooden stick, one moment carrying weights off-road, and push-ups with punishment. Qi Baifeng shook his head.

"He's abusing the fighters, showing that he is an old man of the secret service team, playing prestige, you can't indulge him, these ten fighters, after all, I chose them, I don't want them to hate me in the future."

"They will appreciate you in the future." Deng Houfang smiled slightly.

He turned around and said to Huang Ergou: "You pick out ten more people and train the military posture formation." After training, they were assigned to each platoon as instructors. ”

"Captain." Qi Baifeng said dissatisfiedly: "We are here to fight devils, what are we doing with so many tricks?" ”

"You'll understand in four days." Deng Houfang looked at the ten soldiers who were punished with a smile, very satisfied.

"Four days later? What do you mean? Qi Baifeng asked.

"Isn't it the day you and Mo Xiaosheng agreed to compete in four days?" Deng Houfang didn't look away, looked at the exhausted warrior, and touched his chin.

"Okay." Qi Baifeng was a little annoyed: "Four days later, if there is one of these soldiers who surpasses my marksmanship, I will also worship Mo Xiaosheng as a teacher." ”

Deng Houfang turned his head: "Honestly? ”

"Honestly."

"Then it's a deal."

"It's a deal."

By dusk on the fifth day, ten trained warriors finally saw the guns, which thrilled their hearts.

"Any idea what this is?" Mo Xiaosheng raised a Type 38 rifle and shouted loudly.

"Guns!" The warriors replied loudly in unison.

"Who can tell how good it is?"

No one answered.

Mo Xiaosheng said loudly: "This gun is commonly known as the 38 Dagai, and its original name is the 38 Type Rifle. ”

"Rotate the rear-pull bolt, the magazine feeds. The barrel length is 797 mm, the overall length is 1280 mm, the ammunition used, 6.5×50 mm rifle cartridge, weight 3.95 kg, caliber 6.5 mm, 5 rounds capacity, effective range 460 meters, muzzle velocity 756 meters per second. ”

"The Type 38 rifle has a long aiming baseline, high shooting accuracy, and after the 6.5 bullet enters the human body, it is easy to roll and can leave a terrible wound."

"Report." Xue Wu shouted.

"Speak." Mo Xiaosheng said majestically.

"Can you give us the gun first?"

"Do you all think so?" Mo Xiaosheng asked.

"Yes." Ten warriors replied in unison.

"Okay." Mo Xiaosheng smiled slightly, he pointed to a pocket beside him and said, "There are fifty catties of sand in the pocket, you carry sandbags on your backs and rush to the top of the opposite mountain, and five bullets are prepared for each of you on the top of the mountain." ”

"Grab your own bullets and come back here. Build bunkers with sandbags on their backs, and shoot live ammunition today. ”

Ten warriors excitedly picked up sandbags on their backs and rushed to the top of the mountain. Mo Xiaosheng looked at them and smiled knowingly.

Deng Houfang, who was standing on the turret of the walled wall, also smiled.