"Old fish, take some unique life, otherwise these bearded brothers will not be convinced."

Zhang Yan shouted in Chinese, and except for a few bearded uncles who had received a Chinese military academy education and could understand it, everyone else had curious expressions on their faces, perhaps they thought that Zhang Yan was in a hurry.

"Zhao Yang, a few of you come back, I'll go."

Lao Yu didn't talk nonsense, knowing that those routines in the academy were useless to these veterans who had been on the battlefield, so he rolled up his cuffs, spat twice in his palm, and began to look for a target.

On the edge of the playground stood a row of cement hollow poles of electric poles, and the old fish did not talk nonsense after seeing it, trotting to help, and climbed to the top in a few clicks, which was the unique skill of the officers and men of the communications battalion.

Border guards and field scouts have relevant pole climbing training, a wrist-thick iron rod or a thick hemp rope can be quickly climbed.

Looking at the old fish as if he were walking on the ground, the bearded men finally had a trace of emotion, and there was a hint of surprise in their eyes.

The battalion commander named Mubarak was obviously not convinced, pointed to a few bearded men in the crowd, and said a few words to them, and then the bearded man also followed the old fish's movements and began to climb the telephone pole.

Seeing the clumsy movements of the bearded men, the old fish standing at the top sneered, and his body suddenly fell, and his two thighs slid upside down with the telephone pole between them.

There was a shout of surprise from the crowd, and the bearded men were convinced.

"Zhang, how did the fish do it?"

"Sharif, through training, you can do it too."

"Can I do it too?" The bearded man pointed at his chest incredulously, unable to believe it was real.

"Of course, you can."

There was a wicked smile on the corner of Zhang Yan's mouth, he had already figured out how to toss these bearded uncles.

Mubarak walked over with an eight-one bar, gestured at Zhang Yan, and heard Sharif say: "The battalion commander said that he would try his marksmanship with you, not juggling." ”

The old fish who returned from victory turned dark, his fists were clenched subconsciously, and his eyes were full of unkindness when he looked at Mubarak.

"Sharif, I won't talk nonsense with you, you tell him that in our army, pole climbing is a compulsory profession, and I can accept your challenge, but if you lose, don't blame me for playing you to death."

"Oh, no, it's not playing to death, it's practicing death!"

Sharif's eyes widened, and he shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and after repeatedly confirming Zhang Yan's words, he translated it to Mubarak.

The corners of Mubarak's mouth hooked up a smile, and he didn't talk nonsense, and directly threw the gun in his hand to Zhang Yan.

"Hey, bro, you still have a shoulder injury."

Sharif's brows furrowed, and he turned around and muttered to Mubarak in Urdu, presumably about Zhang Yan's injury.

The old fish next to him came over and said, "Come on, your injury is not suitable for strenuous activities." ”

"It's not marriage, this is at most a warm-up, what is strenuous activity?"

"I haven't removed the stitches yet, I want to die?"

"Don't worry, you will be convinced if you pick them."

"Hey, Zhang, Mubarak said he could suspend the game because he wouldn't bully a disabled soldier."

"Sharif, I'll let you know what a Chinese soldier is today!"

After speaking, Zhang Yan walked towards the crowd with a gun in one hand, and Sharif shouted: "Zhang, you only have one arm!" ”

"Enough!"

In the distance, there were empty wine bottles prepared by the bearded men, and a group of bearded men were all watching Zhang Yan operate with one hand, and they seemed to be watching a joke.

Although one-handed shooting is not a problem for professional soldiers, and even special forces will conduct special training, it will not be used very often.

On the playground, Zhang Yan held the gun in his right hand, and the moment the empty wine bottle was thrown out, his right heel suddenly lifted, and at the same time, his right hand flung back, his thumb opened the safe, his heel kicked the bolt, and the bullet was loaded.

He rotated the heavy Bayi bar with one hand, the butt of the gun was over his shoulder, and he pulled the trigger directly without aiming.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

……

A continuous crisp sound sounded, and a group of bearded uncles were convinced.

Zhang Yan himself was injured, and the wound had not yet been removed, and after a series of actions, the wound on his body oozed blood.

He gritted his teeth, walked over to Mubarak after the performance, and returned the gun to him.

Mubarak smiled awkwardly and gave him a thumbs-up as he took the rifle, acknowledging their identity as instructors.

After a group of birdmen get to know each other, it is inevitable that they will have an in-depth exchange, that is, they will go to eat and chat.

"Zhang, how are you?"

"I can't die yet."

"Actually, you don't have to be like this, our superiors stipulate that you are instructors, and no one can change it."

"Sharif, if that's the case, will you be convinced?"

Sharif was silent for a long time, but finally shook his head and said: "Orders are one thing, and the respect of military men is another. ”

"That's it."

"Your marksmanship is great, really good, if you can give it to my comrades, we can kill the enemy better."

"Sharif, in fact, my marksmanship is not the best, one-handed shooting is something that many people in our army can do, even better than me."

"My comrades-in-arms can do the same, except that they prefer to show our friendship in a peaceful way rather than as tyrannical as I am."

"Zhang, to be honest, I prefer a soldier like you, because I see iron and blood, not cowardice. It's like an old saying in China: A soldier must have blood and backbone! ”

Hearing this, Zhang Yan couldn't help but laugh helplessly, he naturally knew what the Chinese army needed, but he understood even more that he was just an ordinary soldier, and now he was just one of hundreds of thousands of lieutenants, and after the war came, a low-level officer like him could only be cannon fodder.

One-handed shooting, the experience summed up by the Chinese military masters during the Southern Xinjiang Campaign, also used the Bayi bar.

It has always been imitated, never surpassed .......

Today he has convinced a group of Pakistani veterans with one-handed shooting, and tomorrow he will show his real skills to train these friendly soldiers.

Being in a foreign country, he was suddenly at a loss and didn't know where the future was.

At the dinner table, a group of officers of the Pakistani army are nibbling on mutton skewers with Lao Yu, eating traditional food with Pakistani characteristics, and a group of big men are sitting together, with a cup of cold white in front of them, which is simply incredible.

They don't have a lot of fruits and vegetables, and the meat is more roasted and stewed, and it is always weird to eat in the mouth, which makes a group of Chinese military masters miss the braised pork in the cooking class.

However, pork is not eaten in this country, so just think about the braised pork.