Bang, bang, Zhang Wei pulled the trigger of Depp's machine gun.

"Sir, play faster, slow down when you play, take your time, just hit a few more times." The sergeant next to him said.

Zhang Wei lowered the rate of breathing, and according to the instructions of the sergeant next to him, he tightly pressed the butt of the gun on his shoulder, and at the same time wrapped the strap around his arm.

Pressing down on the gun, Zhang Wei pulled the trigger again, thanks to the stable gun god and ammunition. This time, four of the five shots hit the target.

"The chief played well, when Lao Maozi taught us, we barely hit a few shots at first, and this gun and the Czech style are two ways."

Zhang Wei smiled: "I can practice more in the future, otherwise when I get to the battlefield, no one cares if I am a Czech or a turntable machine gun." ”

The station of the preparatory battalion was close to the training ground, and the training ground was quite wide, and near the end of the place was the shooting range for training shooting, with a total of 30 target positions.

For platoon training and simple tactical training, this field is sufficient.

Zhang Wei, who had mastered the technique, quickly knocked out two bullet discs and more than 100 bullets. After shooting the bullets, Zhang Wei handed the machine gun to the sergeant and turned to the recruits who were training.

Wen Yong was very angry, there were two stupid soldiers in his class who couldn't teach him to start and go, and he was messed up as soon as he left, and as a result, he led the people in the same class crookedly.

"First place, second place, will you walk down the aisle, throw your arms up, don't shake your arms!" Wen Yong walked in front of the two, stared at them and said, Wen Yong knew very well in his heart that they didn't know who they were talking about when they talked about the first and second places.

"Let's go!"

Wen Yong gave the order to the two again, and the two poorly dressed recruits walked out of the team, throwing their arms left and right, and sure enough, the handsome was messed up, not to mention the irregular rhythm, not to mention the low raise, and the two arms were unexpectedly handsome and stopped from time to time.

The two recruits walked a dozen steps tremblingly, these two were actually recruits from the division area, and they really had no training foundation.

Wen Yong was already very restrained, in the previous army, when he met this kind of soldier, he would have been waiting for the rifle butt a long time ago, at this moment, he could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, and untied the outer belt on his shirt.

"I can't teach anything that is underwhelming!" Wen Yong rushed forward, and a belt was pumped on the body of a recruit, the belt rubbed against the flesh, making a terrible sound, and the belt was the second time, and the belt was repeatedly whipped on the recruit's upper body.

"Sir, spare your life, spare your life!" The recruit couldn't stand the whipping, and knelt on the ground and begged Wen Yong for mercy, Wen Yong didn't care about this, and the belt only slowed down the frequency of the twitches.

"Ah, spare my life, sir, I'm sure I'll be fine." The recruit fell directly to the ground, and with a whip on the ground. Their physique can only reach this point, and they will fall to the ground with a few whips.

"Waste, smoke you!"

Wen Yong was just about to exert his strength, but the arm holding the whip was suddenly strangled tightly by a violent force.

"I forgot what I told you yesterday!"

"Battalion...... Camp, these soldiers are so stupid, they just can't learn, in the past, they would go up with one foot and give a rifle butt!"

Zhang Wei took the belt from Wen Yong's hand and fell to the ground.

"I said no fighting, just no fighting, you go back and continue training, watch how I teach them, fuck off!"

Wen Yong had to continue training the rest of the recruits, while Zhang Wei approached the two recruits. was beaten to the ground by Wen Yongou, trembling and trembling, and the other was also trembling with fright, and when he saw Zhang Wei coming, he shouted for mercy.

Zhang Wei squatted down, grabbed the hand of the beaten soldier, and tried to drag him up, but unfortunately, the recruit failed to get up every time, Zhang Wei frowned and looked at the recruit's body, his face was sallow, he could only say that it was slightly bloody, and his arms and legs were thin.

The physique of this recruit is really too poor, and the vast majority of recruits are in this condition, hungry and cold on the way to receive and send troops, coupled with insufficient supply of food and vegetables and corruption, so the physique of the recruits is very poor, such a soldier, if against the Japanese army, it seems that only height has an advantage, although the Japanese army is short, but strong, with bayonets hand-to-hand combat, a stab can stab a Chinese soldier.

"Come on, pick this recruit up, take him down, let him rest!"

Zhang Wei is not in the mood to train them in person now, and it is useless to practice this physique, and, according to this training intensity, it is estimated that he will be tired more than a dozen a day today.

"Food! Food!" Zhang Wei patted his head, left the training ground, and walked towards the cooking class at the back of the camp.

The battalion was in charge of the food was provided by three cooking squads, which were led by a special agent sent by a temporary 200th division.

The special service chiefs Zhang Wei met in the past were all senior sergeants of each company of the teaching corps, and were responsible for managing the ammunition in the company and the weapons reinforced by the superior units.

This is the first time he has seen this food agent.

It's not the fat head and big ears that he imagined, this person has a dark complexion and a thin body, but looks like a strong man.

The cooking class was cooking, and the special agent took Zhang Wei to look at the prepared meal.

"Battalion commander, tonight is green vegetable and wild vegetable soup, the staple food is mixed noodles steamed buns, two steamed buns per person, and a bowl of vegetable soup."

The cooks are cooking on the fire one by one, and they see everything in this cooking place, but they don't see meat and oil stars.

Zhang Wei dragged the spy Zhang aside and asked, "I said brother, we don't have any meat at all, let's put some meat!"

The spy chief's expression became very helpless: "Battalion commander, the meat that our battalion ate before the gang was specially distributed, but now it is a normal food list, the meat is once a week, and the dishes are also distributed in kind and quantitative." ”

"Training requires physical strength, and so does fighting, and if you can't eat enough, you're looking for death."

The chief of the secret service continued: "Sir, we are quite good, everything can be paid in full, and the food expenses of the troops are received according to the regiment. ”

Zhang Wei smelled the smell of "fragrant" broth, and said a few more words to the chief of the secret service, now there is no way, Zhang Wei asked him to add two steamed buns to everyone at night, not to ask for meat, first to ask for a round belly.

Zhang Wei did not return to the training ground, but sat outside the cooking class, listening to the sound of cooking coming from inside, while thinking about how to improve the food for the soldiers.

Not to mention anything else, let's talk about the money first, where does the money come from, the money Zhang Wei and the others have received in the past few days are basically the arrears of the officers and soldiers of the independent company and the salaries of the recruits (not yet paid in full), and then there is a small pitiful "office expenses." ”