The next day, after breakfast, Mo Rufeng said to Mo Feifei, who was about to practice playing the flute: "Feifei, take your gun and follow me to a place." ”

The old blacksmith smiled and said, "Go ahead, go out and breathe fresh air, and I'll teach you the flute at night." ”

"This kid is really good at learning the flute, and he can teach it." The old blacksmith turned to Mo Rufeng and said, "What to do with that knife?" ”

"It's chaotic now, since they are eyeing the Zhenyuan Treasure Knife, they may attack again, if it is handed over to the museum, they are not allowed to think of other thoughts. I think we should keep it first, and then return it to the museum when the situation is better! ”

The old blacksmith looked at Mo Rufeng and nodded, "I think so too!" ”

Mo Rufeng took Mo Feifei, climbed over a mountain beam, came to the forest farm, and then climbed up along the path in the forest farm, the "little pig" walked happily, it chased the flying birds for a while, disappeared in the forest in a blink of an eye, and suddenly jumped out of the grass by the roadside, startled.

Half an hour later, they came to a sunny flat land.

A new tomb stands quietly in the middle of the jungle, and there is a stone tablet in front of the tomb, with only two simple lines of words on it: "The Si people have gone, and the enemy is still cold." Lin Zhongxun, 1962-2036. ”

This is the tombstone made by the county armed forces department for Lin Zhongxun.

There is a small mound next to the grave, where the loyal dog "Big Pig" sleeps, silently accompanying its owner.

Mo Rufeng sat down in front of the grave, then took out a bottle of good wine from his handbag, opened the cap, and sprinkled the wine on the grave of the old man and the grave of the "big pig".

"Dad, who's in here?" Yes, yes.

"A respectable veteran, and his loyal companion, a dog called Big Pig." Mo Rufeng replied.

Mo Rufeng wants to say that loyalty, even if it is a dog, is also awe-inspiring, betrayal, even a well-dressed upper-class person in society, will make people disgusted, such as Wang Jingwei.

But he didn't say it, he was worried that he wouldn't understand.

"Big Pig, is it Piglet's father?" Fei Fei asked curiously.

"Maybe!" Mo Rufeng touched Feifei's head and said.

Mo Rufeng sat silently in front of the tomb for a while, then got up and sat down in an open place with Feifei.

"Get your guns out." Mo Rufeng said to Fei Fei, "Don't you want to be a sharpshooter?" Then let me tell you, sharpshooters are not trained, sharpshooters are born, this is called talent. When I was in the army, I met a lot of people who trained hard but couldn't be sharpshooters. The shooting champion in the sports meeting is not a real sharpshooter, a real sharpshooter, after mastering the skills of shooting, he does not need to aim for shooting, he relies on feeling! With unconscious aiming and calculation! ”

Mo Rufeng grabbed Feifei's hand, patted his chest, and then said, "You hit me with your hand, do you need to aim?" ”

Non-non-non-shake head.

"The sharpshooter shoots with a gun, just like you hit me with your hand," Mo Rufeng paused, "A gun is a hand, a hand is a gun, a man and a gun are one, and the gun is already a part of his body, where to shoot!" ”

Mo Rufeng asked Fei Fei to keep his toy pistol by his side, and then he picked up the empty wine bottle just now, and said to Fei Fei: "I'll test it to see if you are a sharpshooter." I threw this bottle into the air, and I asked you to grab the gun and shoot it again to see if I could break it! ”

"Can't!" Fei Fei replied categorically.

"Why? How do you know without trying? Mo Rufeng asked in surprise.

"Thought it was impossible for a plastic bullet to break a glass bottle!"

"Oh, then let's see if you can hit it!" Mo Rufeng said meaningfully.

Before the words fell, Mo Rufeng struggled to throw the wine bottle into the air.

The empty bottle spun and rose, the spout made a "woo" sound, it rose more and more slowly, and at the moment when it was about to reach its peak, Mo Rufeng shouted: "Hit!" ”

He grabbed the pistol, raised it to the sky, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" Gunshots exploded! The little pig shrank behind Fei Fei in fright.

The silver bottle burst and bloomed into a white flower in the air.

Mo Feifei was dumbfounded, staring at the gun in his hand in a daze.

"You kid is lucky, you touched a real gun at the age of five, and I only came into contact with it when I was twelve!" Mo Rufeng touched Feifei's head and said.

"You swapped my gun!" Only then did he react, he held the gun he had just fired in his right hand, and picked up his toy gun from the grass at Mo Rufeng's feet with his left hand.

The two Type 92 military pistols are exactly the same, except that the one on the left hand is slightly lighter.

"Compared to the real gun, your gun is exactly the same size, shape, and way of using it," Mo Rufeng said as he took the gun from Fei Fei's right hand, "Fei Fei, remember, don't tell anyone that you can use a pistol, this is the first secret between Dad and you, and we don't tell the third person, okay?" ”

"Good! I swear, I keep this secret, it's a secret for both of us! Fei Fei said happily.

"You go over there and reminisce about the shooting just now, you're a sharpshooter!"

Mo Rufeng grabbed the ear of the "little pig" and dragged it out from Feifei's back, "It's normal to be a little scared when you hear a gunshot for the first time, I hope you can be a brave dog in the future!" ”

When Fei Fei walked into the distance, Mo Rufeng whispered: "Huaiwen, come out!" ”

Except for a few birdsongs, there was silence all around.

Mo Rufeng felt a stone at his feet and threw it at a lush cypress tree.

There was a scream, and a figure fell from a tree, and the man fell into the grass and never moved again.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Mo Rufeng was secretly funny, "It's not so easy to fool me." ”

After more than ten minutes, the man still didn't move, Mo Rufeng was a little worried, walked over slowly, and reached out to pull.

The man suddenly grabbed Mo Rufeng's hand and jumped up with the force of this pull, but Mo Rufeng was pulled and almost fell.

"I'm sorry, you're finally fooled, aren't you?" Mo Huaiwen stared at Mo Rufeng proudly.

"Really?" Mo Rufeng stood firm, "Why don't you look at your hands?" ”

Mo Huaiwen raised his hand, only to see a hand of dog shit, slippery, stinky, and disgusting.

"I'm sorry, the little pig defecates everywhere, I'll clean it up, who knows it's in your hands!" Mo Rufeng said while throwing the plastic bag in his hand.

"You're so disgusting, don't you know there's no water around here" Mo Huaiwen hurriedly wiped his palms with withered grass, "What's going on with that?" ”

"Only one person," Mo Rufeng replied, "Bai Menglou!" ”