Voroshilov led Manturov outside a wooden house. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info above the gate of the wooden house, there is a wooden plaque with the words "Arsenal" written in Russian.

"What weapons can you have in such a wooden house? There is certainly no mass destruction. Manturov thought to himself.

He followed his father-in-law, Marshal, and sure enough, as he expected, there were not many weapons to choose from, and there were not many weapons that were easy to use, and there were not many weapons with enough lethality.

"This is the arsenal, and you can pick and choose the guns in it."

He scanned the entire "arsenal" and found that there were only two rifles he could pick from. The first is the Mosin-Nagant manual rifle that Voroshilov is holding in his hand, and the other is the new AVS-36 automatic rifle.

Afraid of death, of course, he will choose the AVS-36, this automatic rifle can not only shoot semi-automatic, but also fully automatic, the magazine can hold 15 rounds, the reload time is much shorter than Mosin-Nagant, and you can shoot another shot after firing, and you don't need to withdraw the shell by hand.

In addition to rifles, there are pistols to pick up there. These include the Tokarev TT pistol, the Korovin pistol and the Nagant M1895 pistol.

As with the criteria for choosing a rifle, Manturov also picked the latest and most advanced TT pistol, and took the latest weapon to meet the next challenge.

He followed Voroshilov into the dense forest outside Moscow, where the cries of different animals could be heard everywhere, and sometimes the roar of what appeared to be a woolly bear.

They were accompanied by Voroshilov's two adopted sons, Pedya and Timur Frunze, and their adopted daughter, Tatiana Frunze. These people are all part of the fighting nation, and there is no doubt about their fighting ability.

But what about Manturov? Although he is dressed in white skin and has the body of a Russian, he is still a Chinese in his bones, where does he have the soul of a fighting nation?

He had never held a gun before, he hadn't even used a knife much, he had never fought with anyone, he had never gone hunting, and he had no combat experience at all.

"Kerim (Voroshilov), there is a deer in front." Shortly after entering the forest, Voroshilov's adopted son, Pedya, noticed a large deer in the distance.

Voroshilov looked ahead, and sure enough, a deer was slowly wandering in front, so he gave the young men the order to attack. "Hit!"

"Leave it to me." Timur held the AVS-36 rifle and aimed it at the heart of the deer with a metal mechanical sight.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Voroshilov pressed his gun and said, "Petya, give this deer to Volodya, let him try the thrill of shooting." ”

Manturov picked up his gun and aimed it at the cute deer with a mechanical sight.

He could clearly see how lovely the deer was, its watery eyes, its white speckled fur. There seemed to be some tears in his watery eyes, revealing a pitiful application, as if begging him not to shoot.

He began to have compassion and wanted to spare the deer, but he missed the opportunity.

The deer began to run on its back to the hunters, as if it had discovered the hunter's presence, and it ran as fast as it could, escaping the range of the gun as fast as it could.

"Vorodya, why have you been aiming for so long? Now the deer are gone. Voroshilov said.

"I'm sorry, Comrade Marshal, I've never had a gun and I don't have any experience in hunting."

Voroshilov patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "It doesn't matter, experience can be cultivated, marksmanship can be trained, and the most important thing is whether you can take the first step." ”

"Understood."

Manturov picked up the gun again, aimed it at the deer, and was about to pull the trigger when the furry bear sprang out from the side and threw the lovely deer to the ground.

Seeing the appearance of the woolly bear, Manturov began to panic. It is an aggressive animal that can put people to death. He couldn't let the bear get close to him, or he would most likely be seriously injured or even killed.

The appearance of the hairy bear also made his compassion play a role, he didn't want to see this deer become a meal for the hairy bear, and he couldn't bear to see the cute deer being disintegrated by the hairy bear.

Without hesitation, he aimed his mechanical sight at the hairy bear's head and pulled the trigger without hesitation. "Bang!" With a bang, a bullet came out of the barrel and flew at a speed of 840 meters per second.

In less than a quarter of a second, the bullet pierced the bear's skull, killing the beast and saving the deer that was almost bitten to death.

"Volodya, I didn't expect your marksmanship to be so good, one shot kills, just a headshot." Timur praised.

Manturov put down the gun and said: "You complimented me, I was just lucky." It was the first time I shot in my life, and I didn't expect to kill a bear like that. ”

Manturov's performance reminded Voroshilov of an old man. "Very well, it is the son of Fedor Šimonović. Do you know? At that time, your father was also an ordinary intellectual, and he had never held a gun before the revolution.

The first time he fought with a gun, he showed amazing marksmanship, killing four white bandits and a British colonel in one go, without himself being harmed. ”

Manturov had never heard this story, and he knew very little about his father. Before his mother's death, he rarely mentioned the past of Fedor Simonovich Manturov to him.

"Really? I didn't expect my father to be so powerful. ”

"Yes, he's a good commissar and a good fighter. When he was fighting, he would always stand at the forefront and lead the Red Army soldiers to fight together. ”

"Looks like he's addicted to playing with guns."

Voroshilov laughed a few times, and then said: "You're right, he's really addicted to playing." The thrill of killing enemies is exciting for all men. ”

The group continued to hunt with laughter and laughter, and never encountered a woolly bear again.

It was not the hunting season, there were not many prey, and in the past few years, the number of people who came to the area to hunt began to increase, and the number of prey also declined.

After spending most of the day in the forest, they only captured a deer, two pheasants, and the woolly bear that Manturov had shot.

By the time we returned to camp, it was already seven o'clock in the afternoon. Voroshilov's wife, Ekaterina Voroshilova, began to prepare a sumptuous Russian dinner for several men.

One of the dishes was made with bear meat, thanks to Manturov. (By now, bears have been listed as national protected animals, please do not kill any bears, let alone eat bear meat, and do not defy the law.) ）

Manturov and Voroshilov enjoyed the day's dinner and soon left the hunting camp. The two of them had to go back early to rest, recuperate and attend the 18th Congress of the CPSU the next day.