Chapter 35: Mistreatment of Soldiers

Qi Baifeng looked at Deng Houfang puzzled: "Gambling on valuable things? No, we only bet on winning and losing, not on things. ”

Deng Houfang patted Qi Baifeng's shoulder: "You are very smart." ”

Qi Baifeng asked in surprise: "You said Mo Xiaosheng can win?" ”

"It's hard to say, it's up to people to do things, and it's up to heaven to do things. Until the day of your competition, no one will dare to say who will win or lose. ”

Deng Houfang strode away, and Qi Baifeng looked at the soldiers trained by Mo Xiaosheng, still lying on the ground practicing the lying position.

Shaking his head: "Practice shooting or sleeping, don't understand?" ”

Huang Ergou smiled and said, "It's time to eat, sleep after eating, and continue to do it if you don't understand it." ”

The scorching sun scorched the trained soldiers, and the soldiers profoundly understood what it means to live like a year, no, it should be a year like a year.

The position of lying still made the fighters feel that one more minute of lying down was longer than spending a year.

From the moment the fighters trained to lie down, Mo Xiaosheng stood straight, his eyes staring coldly at the fighters he had trained, without a trace of pity.

The soldiers knew that Mo Xiaosheng had a harder time standing in a military posture than them. Mo Xiaosheng stood in a military posture under the sun for two hours yesterday, and stood guard all night last night without resting.

As long as he continued to stand still, no one dared to move a little. The example stood there, and no matter how uncomfortable it was, they had to resist.

After two hours of hard work, Mo Xiaosheng gave the soldiers ten minutes to rest.

He asked the soldiers to find a wooden stick instead of a rifle for each of them for ten minutes.

Mo Xiaosheng picked up his Japanese-made Type 97 sniper rifle: "Do you dare to bet with me?" I'm going to do a standing shooting drill with a stick with you guys to see who can stay in a shooting position longer. ”

He continued: "This Japanese-made Type 97 sniper rifle, produced in 1937 in Showa 12, weighs 3.95 kg, reloads: 5 rounds, muzzle velocity: 765 meters per minute, accurate range: 600 meters. I compare it with you, and do you compare it? ”

The soldier smiled secretly, Mo Xiaosheng's gun was close to eight catties. The wooden stick in his hand is no more than a pound.

Mo Xiaosheng is a one-handed gun, and he is a two-handed stick, this kind of competition doesn't need to guess to know whether he wins or loses, is Mo Xiaosheng stupid?

The warriors replied in unison: "Than! ”

Mo Xiaosheng said coldly: "Okay, I just like your kind of momentum, everyone has it, keep standing and shooting training." ”

He picked up the gun with one hand, the butt of the gun pressed against his right shoulder, his right hand resting on the trigger, and aimed ahead.

Half an hour later, Mo Xiaosheng did not move. Some of the fighters couldn't hold it anymore.

"Is Instructor Mo a human? Grandma's I can't stand it anymore with a wooden stick in both hands, and he still operates a gun with one hand like a person who has nothing to do. One of the warriors muttered quietly.

Mo Xiaosheng's posture remained unchanged, and he asked loudly, "Who is talking?" ”

The warriors were silent, and the warrior who spoke just now shivered and didn't dare to say anything.

Mo Xiaosheng maintained his original posture: "Speaking when you are not allowed to speak, it will kill everyone." Small things are careless, big things will kill people, and a word on the battlefield may kill everyone! Who's talking? Mo Xiaosheng roared angrily.

The soldier was scared, his lips began to tremble, and he said nervously, "Report to the instructor, yes, it's me." ”

Mo Xiaosheng turned around abruptly, pointed his gun at the soldier, and shouted, "Why are you talking? ”

The soldier trembled, panicked and didn't know whether to put down the stick or continue to shoot in a shooting stance: "Report to the instructor, I was wrong. ”

"There is no opportunity for you to apologize on the battlefield, and every mistake you make will take your life."

"Yes, instructor, I see." The warrior said with tears in his voice.

With a bang, a warrior's stick fell to the ground.

Mo Xiaosheng turned his gun to him, and the soldier panicked and sweated.

Then someone fell to the ground, struggling to get back up.

"Instructor Mo, we lost." One of the fighters said.

"Ugh." Soldiers kept dropping their sticks and sighing.

All the fighters gave up.

Mo Xiaosheng still maintains a one-handed gun standing training.

A flying bird flew through the sky, Mo Xiaosheng suddenly opened the safe, pulled the bolt, and the bullet was loaded. With one arm, he aimed at the bird in the sky and pulled the trigger.

There was a crisp "bang", and the bullet shot out of the chamber and through the bird's belly.

The bird was carried high by the bullet before it landed on the ground.

One by one, the fighters were dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.

After Mo Xiaosheng finished shooting, he quickly withdrew the cartridge case and put the gun away on his shoulder.

"Do you want to have shooting skills like mine?"

The fighters replied loudly: "Yes." ”

"Good." Mo Xiaosheng shouted loudly: "Rest for five minutes, and after five minutes, a hundred push-ups." ”

"He's crazy, isn't he?" Qi Baifeng, who came back from dinner, looked at Mo Xiaosheng who was training soldiers in surprise.

Huang Ergou burped: "It's you who are rare and weird." ”

A hundred push-ups, and few people can do it anymore.

Three of the warriors were still doing it, and the remaining seven had collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

"Anyone wants to tell me that I am a waste, and I have to take the initiative to withdraw from the selection of the reconnaissance squad." Mo Xiaosheng smiled coldly.

"Nobody wants to quit, does they?" Mo Xiaosheng looked at the seven fighters lying on the ground and not moving: "The seven of you don't want to quit, you don't want to be a waste, just move immediately." ”

The seven warriors could only grit their teeth and insist, scolding Mo Xiaosheng in their hearts for being a devil and a beast.

After doing push-ups, Mo Xiaosheng took the trained fighters five kilometers off-road. It was only at dinner time that he sent the exhausted fighters to the cooking class.

Mo Xiaosheng looked at the ten fighters who were hungry and devoured, and smiled slightly, he was very satisfied with the performance of these ten fighters.

"Are you going to kill them?" Qi Baifeng walked to Mo Xiaosheng's side.

"Is there one?" Mo Xiaosheng stuffed a piece of tortilla into his mouth.

"Don't pretend to be confused, I'm canceling the fight with you, you're abusing the fighter, you know?" Qi Baifeng glared at Mo Xiaosheng fiercely.

"Why do you say that?" The tortillas that Mo Xiaosheng ate in his mouth squirted out some when he spoke.

"You don't admit it, do you? You teach them to shoot, but each of them is given a stick, what about the guns? ”

"Do I have to use a gun to practice shooting?"

"You shoot me a bullet with a stick tomorrow."

"You two dogs? How to meet and bite. Deng Houfang frowned and walked into the cooking class.

"Report to the captain." Qi Baifeng replied, "I'm theorizing with Mo Xiaosheng for those warriors who were abused by Mo Xiaosheng. ”

Deng Houfang glanced at Mo Xiaosheng, and then looked at Qi Baifeng: "It's useless for you to find Mo Xiaosheng's theory, you should go to the little devil." ”