Looking at the whole truckload of bullets and grenades, Ding Dashan was happy to see his teeth and eyes, pulled Wang Qi to ask what happened, and asked Qin Han: "Xiao Qin, how do you get this car?" Give it back to the devil? ”

Qin Han asked inexplicably: "Give it back to the devil?" Why? ”

Ding Dashan said: "We won't open it, what's the use of keeping it?" ”

Qin Han pouted: "Can't you open it and don't know how to learn?" You were born to farm, huh? Besides, even if it's useless, it can't be returned to the devil. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Ding Dashan was a little suspicious: "Learn to drive? ”

Qin Han hated that iron could not become steel: "Lao Ding, why can't you think about it later, the next time we rob the little devil, we will still look at the car full of things and can't get away?" It's much easier to have a car. And when the devils run away in the future, we Chinese people will still have to go out? ”

"You mean, we can learn this car too? Can you learn? At this time, Ding Dashan was still a little suspicious of driving a car.

Qin Han was speechless at such a Ding Dashan, shook his head, ignored him, and circled around the car.

Seeing his brothers busy unloading the car, Ding Dashan followed behind Qin Han's ass and asked, "Hey Xiao Qin, tell me again, what's going on with this car, is it easy to learn." ”

Stretching out his hand and patting the front of the car, Qin Han looked at Ding Dashan and said: "This car is called 'Nissan 180', weighs 2.5 tons, is 5.5 meters long, can pull 1.5 tons of things, and can run 75 kilometers per hour at the earliest." What do you think? Good stuff, right? ”

Qin Han talked for a long time, but Ding Dashan had no idea about these numbers and units at all, just nodded stupidly, agreed with a hmm, and finally asked a key question: "But we have this one, and there is no more." ”

Qin Han was about to be driven crazy by him, and dropped a sentence: "If you don't, you will ask for the devil." "Hop on the truck that has been unloaded and drive into a col not far away, where he will hide it and teach the people to drive when he has the chance.

Carrying the bullets to a clearing about 5 miles away from the road, Qin Han stopped and said to everyone: "Put all the bullets here first, leave some grenades or something, and go to the mountains for the rest." ”

"Why?" Ding Dashan quit.

"Just this little bullet, it will be used up in a few days, and it will be a trouble to carry around." In Qin Han's view, bullets are used, but in Ding Dashan's view, bullets are life.

"How many days will it be light? What are you doing? Trained as a soldier, can you use so many bullets? "Ding Dashan has never seen so many bullets piled up together in his life, and he was very distressed when he heard Qin Han say that he wanted to shoot out.

"Do you think devils are born with guns? I didn't practice it later. He can practice, we can also practice, the bullets are gone, I'll give you another go, what are you anxious about. Qin Handing opposed Ding Dashan's stinginess.

Seeing that Ding Dashan was going to say more, Qin Han hurriedly said, "You better hurry up and send things into the mountain, and then you have to rush back." ”

"Why am I coming back? See you're running out of bullets? Ding Dashan said angrily.

Qin Han said with a smile: "Lao Ding, look at you, why are you like a child, you said that I will ask the devil if the bullet is gone." I came back to you because I wanted to go into town with you. ”

"You still dare to enter the city?" Ding Dashan was a little surprised.

"What am I afraid of? Okay, okay, don't ink, go and come back quickly, I'm waiting for you here. Qin Han pushed Ding Dashan and said impatiently.

Seeing Ding Dashan leave with everyone, Qin Han said to the pillars and others who were left behind: "First set up the tent in groups and put all the ammunition and materials in." Then start the live-fire training, memorize the essentials of shooting, 100 rounds of ammunition per person per day, assess once every 5 days, and automatically withdraw if you do not qualify. He glanced at Ding Ling, who was eager to try, and then said, "Supervisor Ding Ling, warn you, don't be looked down upon by the little girl." ”

Looking at Ding Ling, who was running around, a fox and a fake tiger, Qin Han shook his head, a little girl like Ding Ling in the last days is already the mother of the child, this damn war.

I have to say that the results of the aiming gun training in the past few days are good, and the ten people including the pillar are already very familiar with the gun, and there is basically no phenomenon of taking off the handle in the live-fire training, except that because Ding Ling kicked the pillar, the shot flew away.

Watching everyone aim and shoot seriously, an old song appeared in Qin Han's heart, and he couldn't help but sing it.

We are all sharpshooters, and every bullet kills an enemy......

There was no food, no clothing, and the enemy came forward.

There are no guns, no cannons, the enemy has made us ......

The rhythm is clear, simple and bright, and it was soon heard by the little girl Ding Ling, who ran over and asked Qin Han: "Brother Qin, what song are you singing?" Did you write it yourself? "I've known Qin Han for a long time, and the little girl is also a lot more kind to this almost omnipotent 'dog traitor'.

"The guerrilla song was written by someone else to the Eighth Route Army, and many people outside can sing it." Qin Han, who has always regarded Ding Ling as his sister, explained.

Qin Han from the end of the world has no brothers and sisters, so he also likes this lively little girl very much, and he finds the feeling of a brother or father in her.

The little girl was a little embarrassed and asked, "So, can you leave it to me?" ”

When Ding Dashan returned from the mountain, he listened to the ten Type 38 rifles constantly making "bang" shooting sounds, and his heart was twitching. But thinking about the G36 that Qin Han was carrying, he felt a little lucky, if he made his gun ......, ten boxes would not be enough for this day, right?

But when Ding Dashan saw his daughter Ding Ling, holding a telescope, singing a song that he was familiar with but didn't know the lyrics of, like a female general, he would supervise this and that, and he felt very happy, if only his daughter could be so happy forever.

"You taught?" Ding Dashan looked at his daughter and sat next to Qin Han and asked.

Qin Han also looked at the little girl who was like a swallow, and said with a smile: "She likes it very much, so I taught her." ”

"Don't spoil her too much, you are a brother, the telescope is very expensive, don't break it in her hands." Ding Dashan is very happy about Qin Han's way of treating Ding Ling as his sister, now in this year, maybe he will go to see the child and her mother one day, with Qin Han such a capable brother to take care of, I think my daughter will not suffer in the future.

"It's okay, there are still a lot of devils." During this time, 'devils have' basically became the mantra of the Qin and Han dynasties.

"What are you going to do when you enter the city" Taking the cigarette handed over by Qin Han, Ding Dashan asked.

"Find people, find equipment, find tools, you can find anything. You don't think we can build our own weapons with just one pair of hands, do you? Qin Han lit his cigarette and took a puff and said.

Ding Dashan's eyes lit up when he heard it: "You mean ......"

Without waiting for Ding Dashan to finish speaking, Qin Han said: "Yes, now the devil doesn't dare to move the nest, we should also move, we can't just stand up, time is wasted." ”