In fact, Ding Yi preferred to use Zhang Mao to carry the sniper rifle, not Ding Junyue's cartridge case sniper rifle, which is very close to a modern rifle, but a very primitive sniper rifle - the hexagonal rifled barrel and hexagonal bullet of the front-loading Whitworth rifle, and at the same time the cartridge case bolt of the Manrryde rifle, using Mini bullets, so there is no need to use a hammer to smash the bullet into the barrel.

Rear-loading bullets, propellants and ignition powder were divided and fired, with an accuracy close to the Whitworth hexagonal barrel of the Type 38 rifle.

He prefers to use this monster to solve problems, he is good at doing this, and when he sets out from the academy, he is ready to do so.

Now it's just a matter of putting your free time to good use before waiting for the team to assemble.

Maybe it's not useful at all, maybe it's useful. Ding Yi smiled at Chen San and said: "Don't take it too seriously, it's not a good thing to see the moves, if you are sure enough, it's not that we pay attention to how the opponent formulates the strategy, but that the opponent cares about our charter and responds to our strategy...... For the teacher to dare to stand here and dare to use the Duyin tribe, he doesn't plan to deal with it first. ”

In the fluttering snowflakes, Wu Dugan and Li Yuncong both took their team members and entered the station of the Duyin tribe, and the arrival of Wu Dugan made the oldest in the Duyin tribe, the young man who followed Ding Yi when he first started the grass, even more excited, because they thought that there was a conflict between Nayan and Wu Dugan, but now it seems that this is just a rumor.

Of course, Wu Dugan's eyes were very unfriendly when he looked at Chen San, or rather. It can't be described as "unfriendly", it can only be used to kill it quickly to be more appropriate. Because Chen San killed her followers and poisoned her, if it weren't for the coincidence that she drank a lot of water and vomited to detoxify, she would have become the feces of the coyote on the grassland.

And in order to escape Chen San's pursuit at that time, she was almost tragically killed by the herdsmen's wheel. The hardships and hardships experienced in the middle are not wounds that can be healed in one or two sentences. She didn't have such a grudge against Ding Yi, because she felt that Ding Yi wanted to kill her. will also give her a clean knife. But for Chen San, even if a few years have passed, even if they are no longer antagonistic.

She couldn't let go of that hatred either. In fact, it's just that she chose to beautify Ding Yi's fragment in her memory, in the days of the grassland. For herders who do not yet belong to Huaxia. Ding Yi doesn't necessarily have a bottom line. Of course, Ding Yi's method will be slightly more humane, such as giving the old and weak a little water and dry food, and then driving them away, rather than directly slaughtering them.

"Again, so-and-so will still do it, and of course, you can't run away again." Chen San did not avoid her gaze at all, and said very calmly. "Don't think that if you're a woman, you'll see it differently...... In the eyes of a certain person. There are only two kinds of people, those who should be killed, and those who should not be killed. ”

She snorted coldly, because the weather was cold and drank the wine, the tattoo on her face surfaced again, and at this time, the anger came up, and the tattoo on the half of her face became more and more hideous. She touched the axe handle on the back waist, the small black axe, she still kept, Ding Yi taught someone to make a box for her, using the design principle of quickly pulling out the axe sheath, hanging on the back waist, the fingers pulled out, no longer need to be the same as before, the axe handle is inserted into the waistband of the trousers.

"Come on." Chen San shook his head, just said one word to her, he was not afraid of fists and feet at all, even knives and guns, when he was naked, there was no scar or arrow wound on his body - not even Ding Yi could do it, for the leader who led the Duyin tribe to fight and loot almost every ten years, this was enough to show his skills.

"If you don't pull out the axe, you're just going to be beaten." Ding Yi smiled and said to Wu Dugan, "If you pull out the axe, you have to believe that my bullet is far faster than your axe, and I can give you a third eye before you can get the axe." Even if you pull out your axe, you're still beaten. He didn't shy away from saying this to her, not in a pretentious manner, but because he would really do it. Pulling out the axe is an attitude, and Ding Yi clearly draws the bottom line that he can tolerate.

Wu Dugan snorted coldly again, letting go of the hand holding the handle of the axe, she could hear that Ding Yi's words were not fake, so she didn't plan to open another eye on her forehead. However, this did not prevent her from making a gesture to Chen San, a gesture she had learned from Ding Yi: raise her hand, and then bend her four fingers except for her middle finger.

"Those tribal leaders, you have to hurry up the time to contact, the snow is not sure when you can catch your eyes, if the snow is not the day after tomorrow, they stay here and act according to the plan, the sniper is served by Zhang Mao, his marksmanship is good, and as long as the gun is fired, the tactical goal is achieved, whether to hit or not is second. At that time, I will take Zhu Gouyu with me, so as not to worry you. Ding Yi told Chen San like this, and said to Li Yuncong, Wu Dugan and Zhang Mao, "When I leave, Chen San will be in charge." ”

"Yes! Mr! Even Wu Dugan, who didn't make a sound, subconsciously followed Zhang Mao and Li Yuncong and stood upright.

There are some things, after subtle transformation, it is easy to produce a group effect, and slowly, it will become a group, a unique imprint, which cannot be erased or avoided.

"Sir just said that she would kill you if she dared to draw an axe from you, and she never asked why." When Zhang Mao was alone with Chen San, he whispered to the senior brother, "This woman doesn't drink, and when she doesn't have that tattoo on her face, she can still see it...... She wants to climb into her husband's bed, since she is in Guangxi, this woman has to be careful...... "He is still the same as when he secretly brought a food box to Chen San in Goldfish Alley, and he is still called like that, "Dead military household, this grandfather knows that you can fight, but Mr. is not as good as he was back then, he can be regarded as a wealthy family, and the affairs of a wealthy family, do you know an egg?" Listen to me, find a chance to reconcile with her, even if it's a scene......"

Chen San smiled and brought the leather bag containing mare's milk wine to his mouth and took a sip, then threw it to Zhang Mao, who said disdainfully: "What good wine is there outside this pass?" By the way, the second wife made some spirits, saying that it was used to wash wounds, and drinking it directly would kill people, and it was good to mix it with some daughter red, I want to meet the appetite of your dead soldier......" But he still picked up the leather bag and took a sip.

After taking a sip, he didn't say any more, just stared at Chen San deadly.

Chen San took the leather bag from his hand, stuffed it, still tied it around his waist, rubbed Zhang Mao's short hair vigorously, ignored his struggle, pinched his face, and let him punch and kick him indiscriminately, only let go of him for a while, held his arm and said: "Little Zhangzi, brother accepted your affection!" But there are some things that you may be overthinking, which is not good. You are now a British duke, and when my brother saw you, except for watching you grow taller and stronger, to me, there is no difference between you and the fat dun back then, understand? ”

"Don't call Grandpa Ben Xiao Zhangzi!" Zhang Mao roared with his teeth and claws, and kicked Chen San's calf and scolded, "When is the little master fat?" You dead soldier talking nonsense! This grandfather has been a jade tree since he was a child, and he is suave! You go to Jingshi, everyone is beautiful, the little family jasper, which one doesn't care if this grandfather calls it 'Saipan'an'? ”

"I believe it." Chen San smiled and nodded, and let Zhang Mao kick and beat there, but said, "The little jasper in the hook column, everyone in the teaching department is beautiful, our little Zhang Zi, with that generous reward, how can I praise Sai Pan'an, or the big man who can win this young man with more money, and come to scatter wealth from time to time, isn't it?" I just endure vomiting, and I have to scream, and I can't go with the money......"

"Grandpa Ben is going to kill you, a dead soldier!" Zhang Mao chased Chen San frantically, and the two frolicked, just like back then.

Zhang Mao never persuaded Chen San again on the issue of Wu Dugan, and the latter never mentioned it again.

Just because of that bag of mare's milk wine.

The bag that Chen San handed to Zhang Mao was not wine, but water.

He is still like in Goldfish Alley, quitting drinking, and those who have stayed outside the customs know how difficult it is to quit drinking in the climate of these years. And Chen San's alcohol consumption is excellent, which Zhang Mao knows very well. At that time, in the season of Goldfish Alley, Ding Yi had unintentionally said that it was best to drink less, because he was afraid of making a mistake after drinking, after all, if he was on a mission, once something happened, it would not be able to be recovered.

So Chen San stopped drinking from then on, even if he was outside the customs for several years, he still didn't drink at all.

He is still the same Chen San, so he dares to say that Zhang Mao has thought too much, for him, Ding Yi will always be a gentleman he can face without pretending.

Zhang Mao just understood what Chen San meant, so he didn't persuade him anymore, not necessarily he could agree, but he knew that a person like Chen San didn't need to be persuaded anymore, not necessarily that Chen San couldn't figure it out, just because Chen San was unwilling to do that, unwilling to play with these intrigues and whitewash things in front of Ding Yi, this is an absolute belief.

"I can't let my husband play alone anymore." After Zhang Mao finished the fight, he said to Chen San very seriously, "Bringing thirty or forty people over is very excessive, and now I have to take Senior Brother Zhu with me, just two people to travel, this is not a pass, if there is something to do, you can still transfer troops to various guards, see if you go to persuade it." ”

"I don't say it, but if I do, when Mr. said it just now, he opened his mouth." Chen San shook his head and rejected Zhang Mao's offer, but he then spoke, "But if you have already contacted Uncle Shi, you don't have to sneak in anymore." ”

"You're saying we sneak into the Miyun Avant-Garde first?" Zhang Mao asked with wide eyes, but then before Chen San could answer, he shook his head like a drum, "Dead soldier, did you commit phlegm?" If Mr. has a life, it's just that, what is the identity of this grandfather? The son of a daughter is not yet sitting in the court! Tell Grandpa Ben to do such a thing with you? Dead soldiers, you should die! (To be continued......)