Victor successfully became the second lieutenant platoon commander of the seventh platoon, and the original platoon commander was transferred to another place. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Kowalski! Kowalski! Victor returned to his unit's tent, and Novak and the others ran up to congratulate him, lifting him up and throwing him into the sky. Next to him stood two other squads of soldiers.

After a while, Victor finally struggled out.

“OK。 All seven rows are available, lined up! At ease! Victor straightened his clothes, put on his hat, and said solemnly.

The soldiers immediately stood in three rows straight in front of him.

"I'm Victor Francis Kowalski, the original class leader. I was born in Poland, originally in Poland against the Russian army. I'm glad to be fighting in the same trench with all of you, and in order to get to know each other better, I'm going to take turns introducing myself from the head of the platoon. ”

Novak stood up and shouted in his loud voice: "Wells Novak, from Sweden, used to be a lumberjack. ”

Other soldiers also introduced themselves, most from France, England and Italy, but also from other small European countries. None of them came from Germany and Austria and Russia, and most of the people from these regions joined Pilsudski's ranks.

"I'm Jack Toms, the third shift leader, I'm from California, USA, my father is Polish, my mother is American, and I used to be a cowboy. If you come to the U.S. in the future, you can come to my ranch and have fun. A young man with two pistols at his waist, a sturdy man with a resolute face spoke fluently in Polish. This guy really has a bit of a taste of the big star Thomas in the future

By the time everyone had finished speaking, Victor finally got to know the twenty-nine of his men.

"It's nice to meet you, we come from different regions, different countries, but we all fought for Polish independence," Viktor said. In the past, we had different professions, lumberjacks, miners, cowboys, etc., but, now, we are fighters of the Polish Legion, fighters who fought for the independence of Poland, so, check your guns and other equipment, learn to fight and survive. ”

For dinner, Victor took his military salary to the logistics office to get some canned food, and had a good meal with the whole platoon, although there was no wine, but still let these people accept him preliminarily.

Victor lay in his tent at night, feeling the few francs in his pocket, thinking about the road ahead. Being promoted to platoon commander made him, a person who has been a grass citizen for two lifetimes, a little excited, and the feeling of being able to command others also made him a little intoxicated.

"Maybe next time I will get a big feat, and I will be promoted to company commander, battalion commander, regiment commander・・・・・・" Victor thought silently in his heart.

The next morning, Victor and his troops went to a makeshift shooting range next to the camp.

"I know that you all came to the Polish Legion with a brave heart to fight for Poland, but you have not systematically learned how to shoot and how to fight, so today, I will teach you how to shoot and how to survive on the battlefield."

"On the battlefield, guns are your closest companions, so take care of your guns and learn to take care of them." As he spoke, Victor stood in front of a table and quickly dismantled the gun in his hand into a pile of parts.

A bunch of people stared blankly, only a few people showed admiration in their eyes, and the others looked inexplicable.

"What's wrong?" Victor looked at everyone's reactions and suddenly thought: "Most of this group of people just know how to shoot, and they don't understand the meaning of disassembling guns in ten seconds." It seems that he is pretending to be overdressing. ”

"Okay, now let's try our marksmanship, and whoever of you has good marksmanship can come up." Victor looked at this group of rabble who didn't know any cooperation, and his heart was full of helplessness, so he had to come up with his own trick.

"Oh! Oh! Amid the cheers of a crowd, Jack Thomas and another soldier stepped forward.

"Sir, what's the rule?" Thomas carried a rifle on his shoulder, touched the two pistols on his waist and said directly.

"The target in front of us is 300 meters, and each of us has eight rounds in a magazine, and whoever has the most rings in one minute wins. What do you think? Victor replied, "If you'd like to try your pistol, we'll have a pistol later." ”

"Good, fair!" The two said in unison.

The two of them stood, guns raised and aimed, and Victor half-crouched on the ground, aiming his right eye at the red dot in the middle of the target.

"Ready! Begin! The makeshift referee shouted.

Victor slowed his breathing, only to feel that the red heart in his eyes was getting bigger and bigger, he did not hesitate to hold his breath, pulled the trigger, and a bullet spun and flew out of the muzzle, causing a ripple in the air. Victor exhaled lightly after the firing, and immediately pulled the bolt back, holding his breath to fire. This action is repeated over and over again, eight times in a row.

Victor stood up and patted the dirt on his knees as the soldiers around him counted to 20.

"Oh! Oh! The soldiers cheered when they saw Victor shoot eight rounds so quickly. The rate of fire of the single-shot rifle was always relatively slow, and the Lee Enfield rifle, which had the fastest rate of fire in World War I, had only 15 rounds per minute, so the soldiers were surprised.

Under pressure from Victor, the other two contestants significantly increased their rate of fire. But when the count reached 40, Thomas put away his rifle, and when he reached 43, the other soldier was over.

"Sir, you're so fast in design! Finally I tried to pick up the speed, but it felt like it was hard to aim. Sir, how did you do that? Thomas asked respectfully, carrying his gun.

"Maybe it's my hands that are quicker. But I can talk to you about my shooting experience. Victor smiled and said modestly, but his heart blossomed happily, he crossed over to shoot hundreds of times, and finally adapted to this body, and because of a certain benefit from the crossing, the various skills in the body that were originally exercised to the limit were quickly broken through to a new realm in actual combat. If it weren't for that, Victor wouldn't have chosen to test his marksmanship arrogantly.

The soldier who reported the target reported the number of rings: Thomas 50 rings, another soldier 45 rings, and Victor 10 rings.

Victor froze in place, feeling his neck redden, and the other soldiers were in a commotion.

"Let's go over and see." Victor pretended to be confident, he really didn't believe that he would only get 10 rings.

A group of people walked over and checked the targets one by one, and Thomas and the other soldier had eight bullet holes in the target, and the number of rings was correct. And in Victor's target, there is only one hole in the bull's-eye, which happens to be ten rings.

Victor looked at it and was full of anger in his heart: he finally came to establish a prestige, but when he encountered this kind of thing, it was a joke when it was spread, and who would obey him in the future!

"This bullet hole seems to be a little bigger!" Tom stood next to him and said softly.

Immediately woke up Victor, he searched the wall behind the target, and finally found 8 bullets all together.

"All eight bullets hit the bull's-eye, so powerful!"

"It's amazing!" The other soldiers couldn't help but marvel at the sight of all 8 bullets in a hole in the wall facing the bull's-eye.

Victor finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your rifle marksmanship is amazing, I've never seen a better shooter than you. But the best thing for us cowboys is the pistol. Thomas pulled out his pistol and blew his hat.

"Okay." Victor happily accepted the challenge, and although he had never practiced pistol, he was confident that with his current gun sense, he would not lose too much. And he won on the rifle, and he didn't care much about the victory or defeat on the pistol.

Thomas handed Victor a Colt M1911 pistol.

"It's a good gun!" Victor is very comfortable to hold. He was about to raise his pistol to aim, but he saw Toms stick the pistol in his belt, unbuckle it, and stick the pistol pouch into his waist as he did.

"Ready! Shoot! ”