The third time, the cooking squad leader grabbed a row
It's been three years since I grabbed a platoon to be a soldier. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
He proudly called Pang Youji and the others together and began to talk rhetorically.
"It's normal that you didn't get a gun. Our Sichuan army is very poor and cannot equip so many troops. Therefore, cold weapons are still very marketable. Generally speaking, there are at least 20 people in a company who don't have guns. There were 6 or 7 people in a platoon who didn't have guns. In a class, 2 or 3 people don't have guns. This gun is just like my mother-in-law, not everyone has it. ”
"But we're a squad, why don't we have a gun?" Pang Youji asked.
"Do we want any guns? We rely on kung fu! You know? Baby guys? ”
grabbed a platoon, looked at Pang Youji, and then said: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you want this gun or not." Let's just say that it is a single one, whether it is a long gun or a short gun, it is one bullet at a time. As long as he didn't hit me, Lao Tzu cut him with a kitchen knife. The old sleeve, slightly better, can hold 5 rounds at a time, but loves to blow up the chamber. Is it useful? ”
"What do you mean by love to blow up?" Yu Er asked.
"It's just that as soon as you pull the trigger, it blows your hand out with a bang. Is it any use? Therefore, don't be discouraged, learn from me, and practice a good kung fu. ”
Grab a row and go triumphantly.
Yu Er hurriedly asked Pang Youji: "Big brother, is it true?" ”
Yu Eleven said: "Second brother, that's right, our Qing Gang uses box cannons, which can shoot ten bullets at a time. If you want to give me a rotten gun like this, you don't want to give it to me. I knew about it, so I brought my own gun. Grab a row and say it right, you still have to rely on kung fu in the future. ”
The deputy squad leader of the cooking squad grabbed a company and walked over: "Don't listen to the one who catches a row, his turtle son is a little kung fu, and it will be useful!" Do you know why he called it a platoon? ”
"Why?" Pang Youji hurriedly asked.
"When he first became a soldier, he said that he was a good knife. At that time, the battalion commander Zhao Dahai was still our company commander. Battalion Commander Zhao looked up to him very much and called him the deputy squad leader. Oh, Ge Laozi, when you become a small squad leader, you feel very majestic. At one point, we were going to war. The turtle son dreamed that he had caught a platoon by himself, and he shouted happily in the dream: 'Catch a platoon, Lao Tzu catch a platoon.' Battalion Commander Zhao found out and praised him fiercely, saying that he was ambitious. Ge Laozi, as a result, there was a real war, he urinated Lao Tzu into the crotch of his pants, and he urinated habitually, urinating as soon as the gun went off. The company commander originally wanted to tell him to get out, but he thought that his knife was still playing well, so he called him to chop vegetables. Does he know how to do some kung fu, does it work? Guns are king here. ”
As soon as the words fell, he grabbed a row and jumped out again: "You fuck, just talk about me." What about you, what about you, why are you called catching a company? If you don't tell Lao Tzu, you can't go. ”
grabbed a series of picks at the back of his head and smiled: "Lao Tzu heard him shouting that day to catch a row, Lao Tzu was not convinced, Lao Tzu also knows kung fu, Lao Tzu shouted Lao Tzu to catch a row." As a result, when he was fighting, just like him, he urinated, and he urinated here. ”
Grab a row, catch a company and leave.
Pang Youji felt a lot more comfortable, and when he heard a row say that he still had to rely on martial arts here, he simply began to doubt his life. He gave up a good life in Yushikou, gave up comfort, ran to this army, and suffered for more than a month, didn't he just think that in a place with a gun, there was no need to compete in kung fu? In a world where guns are king, can he use his wisdom to fight a better tomorrow with foolish people and others? If kung fu is still king, then he tosses a chicken feather? The words of catching a series of words gave him some comfort again.
The next night, Pang Youji wasted a lot of energy, and finally said that the platoon commander Jin Wuxing was mobilized to demonstrate the power of the pistol to them. At the shooting range outside the camp, Jin Wuxing took out his pistol, pointed it at a tree, and slammed it down, knocking down a branch. He blew the muzzle triumphantly.
Fool Eleven and Fool Seventeen said almost in unison: "It's still a pout." ”
Pang Youji hurriedly asked: "Platoon commander, why do you only shoot once?" ”
"How can you fight without bullets?"
"Do you want two more?"
"You can only hold one at a time."
"Platoon commander, how far can your gun hit? A hundred meters? Foolish two asked.
Jin Wudren's head shook like a rattle.
"50 meters?"
Jin Wuxing still shook his head.
"20 meters?"
"Almost, but the accuracy may be worse"
"10 meters?"
"No problem, every shot."
"Why can Cao Dahu's gun fire continuously?"
"He is Liu Xiang's troops, they are well equipped, his gun seems to be Burknin, although the magazine is small, but it is powerful, and it can hit more than 50 meters. Damn, our regiment commander only used a box cannon, and there is no way to compare. ”
"Why don't we have anything?" Yu Er asked again?
"I don't have any money, we are Liu Overseer's troops, and there are many people and poor guns!"
Jin Wuxing left. Pang Youji saw Yu Er stay where he was stunned for a while, then picked up a big stone and threw it out with a whoosh.
On the same tree, Jin Wuxing knocked down a branch, and Yu Er broke the entire tree.
The third brother walked over: "Big brother, didn't you say that you don't need to practice martial arts when you get to the army, and you don't have to use guns and martial arts." I think the second brother's stone is much more powerful than the platoon leader's gun? ”
This night, Pang Youji barely slept. Circling around outside the camp and scolding his mother. Storytellers kill people, blame fucking storytellers, bullets are overwhelming at every turn, and they are a shuttle at every turn. There was also a wild sweep, a shot for a bullet, a fart. Killed Lao Tzu. Fuck, being a soldier eats and drinks all day long, delicacies from the mountains and seas? Pang Youji, you're so stupid than Fool Er, how did you come up with such an idea as a soldier, how good it is to mix in Blackwater.
Sichuan, Qiandian and Yunnan finally started fighting.
The troops received an order to pull out. It is said that the Dian army and the Guizhou army are attacking Huacheng, and the battle is fierce, and the troops are in urgent need of support.
The march was fast, and they had to walk at least seventy or eighty miles a day. Although he was carrying two cauldrons on his back, Yu Er was still excited. Pang Youji was too tired to stand it.
The veterans of the cooking class let their brothers carry all the guys' work. Pang You's score was also a pot, but Yu Er helped him carry it. But he was still too tired to stand it. The soles of his feet were full of blood blisters, and his mouth was full of white blisters.
He was so uncomfortable that he really wanted to shout loudly, but he desperately told himself: "You can't scream, because this is your own choice, except for Yu Er, no one is willing to take this road, as soon as you scream, I'm afraid even Yu Er will look down on you." ”
After walking for four days, the troops finally stopped their advance after they had walked nearly 300 miles.
Pang Youji thought he could take a break.
But a new order was given again, to retreat, to retreat as fast as possible.
Pang Youji was completely hysterical, he sat on the ground and shouted loudly like crazy.