On June 20, 1981, President Saddam's youngest son, His Excellency Qusay, with two of his subordinates, arrived at the military district headquarters in Basra, Iraq's Southern Military Region, and was warmly welcomed by the commander of the military region, Ibrahim, and the chief of staff, Lieutenant General Fath Khalad.

In the spacious conference hall, Izzat gave a warm welcome speech, praising Qusay's resourcefulness and bravery, smashing the Jewish plot to sabotage the nuclear reactors of the great motherland Iraq, greatly boosting the morale of the army, and the Southern Military Region should firmly rally around President Saddam Hussein and make its own contribution to the great cause of Arab revival and the defeat of the Persians.

Zhang Feng waited for Izzat to finish speaking, and had to quickly say that he was just lucky this time, but he was willing to dedicate his youth to the future of the Republic of Iraq.

Saddam Hussein only promised him to come to the Southern Military Region, but what kind of work was not arranged, and Zhang Feng had no delusions and commanded the entire Southern Military Region? His own qualifications and abilities are not enough, although he is Saddam's son, Saddam Hussein will not hastily hand over such great power to himself.

And Zhang Feng chose to come to the Southern Military Region in order to block the attack of the Persians, he knew that according to historical development, Iran's large-scale counteroffensive was about to begin, although he could not do as well as last time, but as long as the Iranian counteroffensive was thwarted, the future of Iraq would be rewritten.

If a division can't do it, then a brigade, a regiment, or even a battalion can't do it, you can't make yourself a big soldier, right?

Hearing Qusay's words of asking for war, Izzat said with a smile: "Your Excellency Qusay has come to the Southern Military Region this time, and the 100,000 people in our military region are very honored, so please ask Your Excellency Qusay to stay in the command headquarters and serve as a staff officer of the logistics department." ”

Logistics staff officer? Zhang Feng was very surprised, let himself go to the logistics office, what can he do? That should be the old man's work, Zhang Feng looked at the other generals around him, obviously, this was something they had already discussed, and no one expressed surprise.

He is the son of President Saddam, why does he seem very unpopular here? Although the atmosphere has always been very harmonious, Zhang Feng knows that this is all superficial.

"Allah, right now, the Iranians are aggressively preparing to attack the land we have occupied, our soldiers are holding their positions, and I, Qusayi Abdullah, am willing to be an ordinary warrior and guard the front line of the motherland." Zhang Feng put his hand on his chest and said calmly.

Hearing Zhang Feng's reaction, Izzat smiled bitterly and asked him to go to the logistics office, this was the president's instructions, otherwise, what if he asked him to go to the second line with an infantry battalion? The logistics office is a beautiful mess, but it is obvious that the president's son, his nephew, is addicted to fighting and has to go to the front.

The bullet has no eye, and when the time comes, a stray bullet kills Qusay, how can he explain to his brother? Not really. Izzat said with a smile: "Your Excellency Qusay, you have just come out of school, and you have not yet adapted to the rhythm of life in the army, first stay in the logistics department for a period of time, adapt to it, I will arrange a few instructors to be responsible for your training, and after a while, I will transfer you to a suitable department, and now I will send you to the front line, you can't shoot, you can't fight, that's in vain!" ”

This reason is really sufficient! Zhang Feng thought to himself, how do you know that I can't shoot? I came out of college, and I had never touched a gun, but in my previous life, I used all kinds of weapons in various countries.

It is also to blame for Izzat's carelessness, if he had carefully studied Zhang Feng's battle report, he should have found that when blocking Israeli planes, Zhang Feng could even use complex SAM-7 shoulder-fired missiles, let alone ordinary guns.

"So, what the commander's words mean is that if I learn to shoot, know all kinds of combat methods, and have enough tactical skills, I can go to the front?" Zhang Feng asked rhetorically.? Since Izzat had already said it just now, although it was just prevarication, since he said it, it had to be counted, and in front of so many subordinates, he naturally couldn't deny it: "Yes, this is also to protect His Excellency Qusay, after all, the battlefield is cruel, and if an untrained person goes to the battlefield, it is almost the same as sending him to death." ”

"Okay, let's go." Zhang Feng said.

Walk? "Where to go?"

"Is there a training ground here? Since the commander wants to test me, then I'll let the commander see if my marksmanship is passable. Zhang Feng said with a smile, but there was a feeling of fooling people in his heart, I will let you see my marksmanship later, and see what you say!

All soldiers know that the so-called sharpshooters are absolutely fed with bullets, and it is absolutely impossible to practice the ability to shoot a hundred shots without several years of hard work. Rome was not built in a day, but brick by brick, month after month.

And this Cusay, as an uncle, Izat knows, has always grown up under the care of bodyguards, although he has seen guns, but if he wants him to be able to shoot guns and shoot accurately, he has not yet been able to major in his studies, and it is not yet known whether he can skillfully use guns.

There's nothing to be afraid of, so it's better to just let him die, so as not to trouble himself again. Izzat said: "There is a training ground in the backyard of the headquarters, and today's welcome party, we will continue to conduct it at the training ground in the back, and everyone's lowest military rank is colonel, and the ability to shoot guns has not been forgotten, right?" ”

"Of course not." The officers present said that they had heard it for a long time and of course wanted to go and see it. President Saddam Hussein will use all kinds of weapons, but, his son, then I don't know, anyway, now that there is a commander here to carry it, they have nothing to fear.

Izzat looked at Qusay, who was following him, and looked at the large group of major generals and colonels, and suddenly had an ominous premonition, if this nephew of his really met his requirements, when the time came, he would have no steps to go down, and he would really be assigned to the front-line troops, then President Saddam Hussein would not have to scold himself? Although the president likes the eldest son, these second sons are also his flesh and blood after all, and although he is the president's younger brother, he should not offend Qusay too much. After a while, he really met the requirements, and he couldn't disobey the president's secret order, what should he do?

Pregnant! Izzat suddenly thought of a way, and he called out to the adjutant next to him: "Sajjad, go to the weapons warehouse No. 3 and get a rifle with thirty rounds of ammunition." "Thirty rounds, exactly the capacity of a magazine.

"Yes," the adjutant replied, and hurried out.

"Don't bother, just grab a guard's rifle." Zhang Feng said, pointing to the guard soldiers next to him.

"They don't have any bullets in their guns." Izzat said.

No way? Zhang Feng can be regarded as an eye-opener, now is not a time of peace, and Iran is at war, although this is now the rear, but, in modern warfare, the enemy's squad will infiltrate at any time, if the Iranians have the same special operations force as themselves, then, only need a decapitation operation, can kill all these big men of the Iraqi Southern Military Region.

Izzat didn't feel wrong, he felt very safe here, even if Iranian planes flew to bomb Baghdad, they didn't attack it, because this is a Shiite city, which has important historical value among Muslims, and also gave birth to the Basra school of language. If it is bombed here, it will have a great impact on Khomeini's export revolution, and Khomeini has no intention of attacking this place for the time being.

Zhang Feng didn't know that Izzat asked the adjutant to get the gun, and there was another purpose.

The training ground is not large, and the farthest target is more than 200 meters, and at this distance, Zhang Feng is completely sure.

"Sir Qusay, give you a gun." The adjutant held an assault rifle in both hands and handed it to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng skillfully took the gun and measured it, this rifle is Iraq's own standard light weapon: Tabuk "7.62mm assault rifle, it is an imitation of the Soviet AKM 7.62mm assault rifle, but its front end is different from AKM, with the addition of reversible sights, the shape of the bottom of the butt is different, and it is longer than other AK series.

This gun uses 7.62×39 mm cartridges, gas conductive, can be fired in a single burst, rotary bolt action, uses a 30-round magazine feed, the total gun weight is 3.75 kg, the total gun length is 900 mm, the muzzle velocity is 700 m/s, and the theoretical rate of fire is 600 rounds per minute. Although Zhang Feng had not used this weapon in his previous life, as the elite of the special combat team, Zhang Feng had a deep understanding of all kinds of weapons.

The rifle in his hand was still brand new, the body of the gun showed a metallic glow, the butt of the mahogany wood exuded a smell of varnish, and the commander was too face-saving to let himself take a new gun to shoot at the target.

Zhang Feng pressed the bullets into the magazine one by one and pushed them into the rifle, although this gun had not been used, but it was born from the Soviet assault rifle, and it was similar to the Chinese Type 56 and Type 81 rifles.

The gauge was adjusted to 200 meters, and the bullet was skillfully loaded, and Zhang Feng did not hesitate to aim at the target 200 meters in front of him.

Now that there is no wind, there is no need to take into account the influence of crosswinds, Zhang Feng stood still in a standing position, held his rifle flat, breathed steadily, and pulled the trigger with his index finger.

For a while, as if time had frozen, Zhang Feng found his original feeling, and could even clearly hear the sound of the firing pin hitting the primer, and the bullet flew out of the muzzle of the gun and flew towards the target.

Zhang Feng is very confident that even if it is not the tenth ring, he can enter the ninth ring, which is a fixed target after all.

Who knows, I didn't hear the voice of admiration, on the contrary, the high-ranking officials in the military region around me, why did they all have that kind of expression?

"The bullet misses the target." The soldier in charge of looking at the target shouted.

Miss? How is this possible?

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