Practice assassination with a three-meter-long spear, stabbed is a life-size wooden man, after running three steps, stabbed in the stomach for the qualified, stabbed in the chest for the excellent, the daily assassination results are included in the file, at the end of the month statistics, the number of qualified people do not meet the standard deduction silver, excellent number of times up to the standard award silver one or two. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThis method of practicing assassination comes from the movies of the Anti-Japanese War in later generations, in the movie, both the Japanese army and the Eighth Route Army use this posture when assassinating, the advantage of this posture is that the lower plate is stable, the assassination is accurate, and the stabbing is ruthless.

After dinner that day, the housekeeper Yang Fu was in the house and told Yang Degui and his son about what happened in Mingfeng Village.

At this time, it was already twilight, and the last touch of the sun was still caressing the horizon nostalgically. The sky gradually turned from blue to a lake green like duck's eggs, and a quiet twilight crept in.

"Master, the poor ghosts of Mingfeng Village have organized a team called the security team, I wonder if you know?" Yang Fu asked as he bent over, looking servile

Yang Degui said: "I already know about this, I heard that it was approved by Lord Song of the county magistrate......" After speaking, he stroked his beard, his face was gloomy, and he frowned and looked at the sky outside that was gradually darkening.

"Dad, how could this Lord Song approve this group of poor ghosts to set up this bullshit security team?"

Glaring at him, Yang Degui said angrily: "You still ask me? It's not because of the last time you took people to Mingfeng Village......"

"Master, don't you know, our family's soap horn and Zhu Ling business are almost squeezed out by the soap and shampoo...... Steward Yang hurriedly came up and said.

After pacing a few steps in the room with his beard in hand, Yang Degui stopped and said, "Rui'er, what do you think about the security team?" ”

Yang Rui's eyes purred, and he walked around a few times with a fan in his hand before he said: "I heard that there are only 100 people in this security team, and he can't hit a few nails even if he is covered in iron, and he will look at it for a while."

"That's what you said......" Yang Degui stroked his beard and nodded slightly.

Steward Yang asked, "Master, what about our family's soaphorn and Zhu Ling's business?" ”

After pondering for a while, Yang Degui said: "Since soap and shampoo are easy to sell, you can also go to Mingfeng Village tomorrow to buy some soap and shampoo......

"Dad, you won't be confused, why are we selling that Zhao Manzi's soap and shampoo? Isn't this helping those poor ghosts get rich? ”

"Confused, stupid, the big husband can bend and stretch, since selling soap and shampoo can make money, why don't we sell it, as for how to clean them up, wait until we find an opportunity." Yang Degui sneered.

On this morning, several women in Zhongwei Village were washing clothes by the river, discussing the security team while washing.

"Yuxiu, I saw the pillar coming to you yesterday, I feel that he has become stronger, isn't it?" A middle-aged woman said.

The pillar's name, Liu Tiezhu, is in the third squadron of the security team of Mingfeng Village, and Yuxiu is his fiancée.

"Yes, he came back to visit relatives, visit his parents, and brought ten catties of rice and ten catties of white flour to my house, I found that he was much more sensible and polite than before, I heard that he can write more than 100 words?" Yuxiu said proudly. She is the fiancée of the pillar, and of course she is happy that the pillar has a chance.

"Is it true? This is great, it seems that he is really right to be this security guard, why is Mr. Zhao's security team so good, he eats well, wears well, has a lot of money, and teaches to read and write. It's a pity that my son is too young, otherwise I would have to send him to work as a security guard. Another woman chimed in.

"Yuxiu, you talk to the pillar, the next time the security team recruits people, you must tell me, and my Erniu will also be a security guard." "Yes, I'll tell him......" Yuxiu said with a smug smile.

In the playground of the security team, a row of ten people is standing together and practicing assassination.

"The first squadron of the first squadron is out of the ranks." Squadron Leader Sun Fu shouted.

"Take a break, stand upright, and look to the right. Run three steps forward, bow forward with your left leg, and stab ...... forward," Sun Fu commanded.

"The first squad of the second squadron is out of the ranks." Squadron Leader Ding Shun shouted

“…… Run three steps forward, bow forward with your left leg, and stab ...... forward," Ding Shun shouted

"The first squad of the third squadron came out...... Forward stabbing ......" Squadron Leader Cheng Chong commanded.

After a period of assassination training, supplemented by a series of rewards and punishments, everyone's assassination accuracy has increased significantly, with 60% of those who are excellent and the remaining 40% who are qualified.

The security team has been established for more than three months, looking at the hot training scene on the playground, Zhao Guohua is also very happy, but he also knows that the spear is only a melee weapon, and there must be a long-range strike weapon, in the Ming Dynasty three hundred years ago, the long-range strike weapon is artillery, the second is the bow and arrow, and the third is the firearm, but these three weapons have their own limitations and shortcomings. The artillery of the Ming Dynasty was copied from Portugal, weighing 1,000 to 2,000 kilograms, inconvenient to move, firing solid bullets, with a range of about one kilometer, mainly used to defend the city, with high cost and limited power.

Although the cost of bows and arrows is low, it takes one or two years to train a qualified archer, and it is much faster to train a qualified firecracker, and it only takes three or two months to train a qualified firecracker, and there is no limit to men, women and children, as long as they can hold a firearm to shoot. Although the firearms of the Ming Dynasty did not play much role in the war with the Later Jin, it was mainly due to the poor quality of firearms and backward combat methods.

He believed that with his knowledge of more than 300 years ahead, he could change the backward combat mode of the Ming army, but it would not be an easy task to get a large number of high-quality firearms, which were strictly controlled by the Ming government, and it was no less difficult to obtain them than an ordinary small boss in later generations who wanted to get a batch of submachine guns.

Thinking of the firecracker, the pistol he had brought with him had not been wiped for a while, so he went back to the house and took out the pistol to wipe it, and the pistol still had two magazines and ten rounds.

"Captain, do you have a handcuff in your hand?" Ding Shun's voice appeared at the door.

Zhao Guohua turned his head and saw that it was Ding Shun standing at the door and looking curiously at the pistol in his hand. It turned out that Ding Shun came to Zhao Guohua to report his daily training results, and saw that he was holding a handful of short and delicate things in his hand, like a handcuff, but it was much more delicate than a handcuff, so he couldn't help but ask.

"It's a handcuff, but it's not an ordinary handcuff, it's an overseas Chinese handcuff, also called a pistol, and I brought it back for self-defense when I returned to Daming."

"The handcuffs of overseas Huaxia countries? Can I take a look? Ding Shun asked excitedly, a blazing light appeared in his eyes, as if a person who had been hungry for several days saw the appearance of braised pork.

Zhao Guohua looked at Ding Shun's excited expression and felt a little strange, but he still handed him the pistol.

After Ding Shun took the pistol, he looked at it several times with slow movements, and praised it while watching: "It's so exquisite, this handgun is small and beautiful, it's much better than my Ming, I don't know how far it can hit?" ”

"Fifty meters, oh, that's about thirty steps...... Zhao Guohua said.

"Thirty steps? It is enough for self-defense and self-defense, but it is close to the enemy, and it is a little too late to load the medicine, but it's a pity that such a delicate handcuff. Ding Shun said with a smile.

Zhao Guohua smiled slightly when he heard this, and said: "Brother Ding, this handcuff can be fired in bursts, as long as you put on the magazine and pull the trigger, it can be fired, and it is not affected by the rain." ”

"What, such a small handcuff can fire in bursts, and it is not afraid of rain. What does the magazine look like, can I see it? Ding Shun's heart pounded when he heard this, and he wanted to see what the magazine that could make the handcuffs fire in bursts look like.

Zhao Guohua entered the bedroom, took out the magazine from under the pillow, walked out of the bedroom, and handed it to Ding Shun. Ding Shun was so excited that his hands trembled and took it, and he looked at the magazine excitedly, looking at the neat row of five yellow bright copper conical bullets in the magazine, and his expression became more and more solemn.

"Brother Zhao, can you put on a gun and let me take a look?" Ding Shun said solemnly.

"Absolutely!" As he spoke, Zhao Guohua took the magazine from Ding Shun's hand, and installed the magazine for the pistol with a "click", and in order to prevent the pistol from misfiring, he turned off the insurance and handed it to Ding Shun.

Ding Shun looked at the loaded handcuff carefully, the more he looked at it, the more excited he became, with tears in his eyes, and muttered in his mouth: "Teacher, how could your old man never have thought that there is such a delicate handcuff in this world, this is really ......"

"Teacher? ......" Zhao Guohua was stunned when he heard it, could it be that this Ding Shun understands firearms, and then recalled a series of situations when he saw the pistol, he concluded that this Ding Shun was a person with a story, so he pretended to ask casually: "Brother Ding, looking at your careful understanding of my handcuff, you can know that you are a person who is very familiar with firearms, I don't know if Brother Ding can tell your story, if Brother Ding is unwilling to say, I am not reluctant, after all, this is Brother Ding's own business." ”

"Brother Zhao, it's not that I deliberately concealed it, but my previous things were too sad to say, I really don't want to mention it, today I will talk about my previous things." At this point, he burst into tears and couldn't stop crying.

"Brother Ding, don't be sad, drink a glass of water and speak slowly." Zhao Guohua comforted, poured a glass of water and handed it to Ding Shun, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Thank you, brother! ......" Zhang Shun took a sip of water, wiped the tears on his face with his hands, and said slowly with a sad expression: "I am actually not called Ding Shun, my real name is Zhang Shun, my home is in Nanjing Willow Lane, it turned out to be a firearms craftsman in the Nanjing Ordnance Bureau of the Ming Dynasty, and my master is Lord Bi Mao Kangbi, the right attendant of the Nanjing Household Department......"

"Bi Maokang? , this name seems to have been heard, Zhao Guohua desperately recalled the historical knowledge he had learned...... finally remembered, wasn't he a famous firearms expert in the late Ming Dynasty? His disciple was actually under his own hands........." he excited.

Seeing his happy appearance, Zhang Shun was stunned and asked curiously, "Brother Zhao also knows my master?" ”

"No, no, no, I just went to the county seat a few days ago to run errands, and I heard a few passing Francos (the people of the Ming Dynasty called the Portuguese Franc people) talk about the musket, and when I mentioned this name, I heard you talk about the name of the Lingshi today, so I remembered it." Zhao Guohua hurriedly explained.

Although it was a lie, Zhao Guohua had to lie, because a person who had just returned from overseas knew a person who specialized in making firearms, which was a very strange thing in that era when information was not developed.

"Oh, it's possible that the Furlans have heard of my master's name." Zhang Shun thought for a while and said.