After determining the goal, Zhang Peng returned to the old soldier, took out the Japanese military medal from his pocket, and said, "Grandpa Luo, look at this." ”

"Ouch......" The old man first looked at it, then picked up his reading glasses from the coffee table, put them on and looked at them for a while, and asked with a little excitement, "Xiaopeng, this is a third-class merit medal, where did it come from?" ”

"A friend gave it to me." Zhang Peng said.

"That's ......" the old man took the medal, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed, "I killed a lot of Japanese soldiers back then, but I really haven't seen a third-class merit......"

"Keep it if you like." Zhang Peng said with a smile.

"How can this be done, I didn't seize it." The old man straightened his face and said solemnly.

"You should have had it back then, but you lost it." Zhang Peng said.

"Uh......" the old man hesitated, "this ...... It's not very good...... "On the one hand, this medal was not captured by him, and it is not his glory. In his life, the most unsightly thing is cheating. On the other hand, Zhang Peng, this kid, he knows, how can there be a reason to give it away for nothing, he must be plotting something for him. But then again, he likes to collect Japanese military medals very much, and wants to donate them to the country for exhibitions after they are put into the ground, of course, the more complete the better.

"Grandpa Luo, this is given to you by Brother Xiaopeng, you can accept it." Xiao Yunuo didn't know what was wrong with it, and persuaded him.

"Yes, yes~" Xiao Tianqing echoed.

"This ......," the old man still hesitated.

"Grandpa Luo, you can take it~" The two sisters said in unison.

The old man nodded and smiled at them, then glanced at Zhang Peng. The latter immediately understood, pointed to the display case and said, "Grandpa Luo, you have a lot of loot." ”

"It's all picked up in the past......," the old man said, getting up and walking to the display case.

Then, one old and one young, looked at the cabinet and exchanged in a low voice.

"Say, what do you want to change?" The old soldier touched his beard and looked calm.

"The Eight Boxes." Zhang Peng pointed to the pistol below.

"This ......" "If you don't change it, forget it." "Zhang boy, this is contraband." "Where else to find the bullets for this thing, I'm just trying to put it on display." Zhang Peng said disappreciatively.

"Murata-style bayonet, how about this, I maintain it often, and it's still very sharp." The old man pointed to a holstered bayonet at the bottom and said.

"You can also get your hands on this kind of big road goods, don't think I don't know, you have a whole box in the warehouse." Zhang Peng said that this is the bayonet on the Murata-style rifle, which was used by Japanese soldiers.

"Hehe......" The scheme was exposed, and the old man smiled awkwardly and said, "Okay, okay, you can pick one." ”

Zhang Peng immediately reached out and took out the one on the left.

"You...... How can you ......" The old man looked anxious, and he stopped talking. The one on the right is bad, and the one on the left is good.

"You asked me to pick it." Zhang Peng said as he inserted the pistol into the belt on his lower back.

"Uh...... Uh......" The old man raised his hand, unable to speak, and finally shook his head and sighed, which was considered to be recognized.

"Don't mess around." The old man said earnestly, "This is a gun, a weapon for killing. ”

"Yes, yes." Zhang Peng said with a smile.

Then, the four of them drank tea and talked for an afternoon. It wasn't until almost five o'clock that Zhang Peng and the two sisters got up to say goodbye and politely refused the old man's invitation to stay for dinner, and the three of them left the rescue team's dormitory, got into a taxi, and went home for dinner.

The next day, Zhang Peng ran to the shooting training ground of the security department and test-fired three shots, one with nine rings and two with eight rings, and the accuracy was a bit poor. So he ran to the office and asked Qin Yong to help with the adjustment.

"Wow, Wang Ba box, old antique, where did it come from?" Qin Yong said excitedly, sniffed the muzzle of the gun, and then said in surprise, "You still have bullets!" ”

Zhang Peng smiled and said, "An old Red Army sent it." ”

"You kid, okay." Qin Yong said with a smile.

"Help with the adjustment, I can't get it right." Zhang Peng said.

"I'll take a look at ......" Qin Yong studied for a while, took out a set of tools from the drawer, and disassembled them. He was born in the "Hidden Dragon" special forces, and he has to ensure combat effectiveness in the most extreme and harsh environment, so all of them are good at repairing guns.

"Hmm...... It's well maintained...... Oiled often...... Springs can also be ...... It's all ok...... It seems to be a little relieved here...... Oh...... So that's ......" Qin Yong said to himself, and Zhang Peng watched quietly from the side.

After about an hour, Qin Yong reloaded the gun, and while packing up his things, he said, "It's done, go try it." ”

Zhang Peng returned to the shooting range and tried three more shots, this time with one shot with ten rings, two shots with nine rings, and basically no problem.

Then, he took out his mobile phone and called Li Chunsheng over.

"You want to teach me how to shoot?" At the shooting range, Li Chunsheng saw Zhang Peng's pistol and asked excitedly.

"Hmm." Zhang Peng pretended to nod his head, quite like a superior leader.

"Yes, yes." Li Chunsheng stretched out his hand to him expectantly.

Zhang Peng handed over the pistol, and retracted it the moment it touched Li Chunsheng's finger.

"Huh?" Li Chunsheng looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Wait for ......me here," Zhang Peng finished speaking, turned around and went out, asking Old Man Xu, who was in charge of the shooting range, for an old gun for practice disassembly.

"Learn to disassemble and assemble first, and understand the structure of the gun." Zhang Peng, who returned to the venue, put the gun on the table and said to Li Chunsheng. The first step in learning a gun is to be familiar with the structure of the gun and learn to disassemble and assemble, so that you can understand the principle of feedback force when shooting, master the shooting skills as soon as possible, and reduce the consumption of bullets. Li Chunsheng is a novice, and he is given a new gun to practice, which is easy to break. And this old gun has basically been scrapped and is specially used for novices to learn.

"I still like AK more." Li Chunsheng said.

"Damn, you think it's a game." Zhang Peng taught, "I can't use a pistol, I still AK, I didn't touch the enemy, and I broke my own people first." ”

"That's right." Li Chunsheng touched the back of his head and said with a smile.

"Look." Zhang Peng picked up the pistol and quickly disassembled it.

"It's too fast to see." Li Chunsheng said humbly.

"That's your ultimate goal." Zhang Peng said, then slowed down, reassembled and reassembled, and then put the gun on the table and let Li Chunsheng study it slowly.

About an hour later, Li Chunsheng finally understood the various parts of the pistol, and was able to disassemble and assemble them smoothly, so he said to Zhang Peng, "Okay, you can shoot the gun." ”

"No, you have to learn how to aim with a gun first." Zhang Peng refused, and then asked Li Chunsheng to hold the gun in both hands and aim at the target.

"Spread your feet apart, one in front of the other, bend your knees slightly, and lower your waist a little...... Just a little bit, raise your hands a little higher, your eyes are level with the front sight, and three points are in a line......"

After Zhang Peng's guidance, Li Chunsheng stood with a gun in his hand, aiming at the bull's-eye in front of him.

"Take a one-minute break every five minutes in this position." Zhang Peng said.

"No, it's so hard to shoot." Li Chunsheng said with a sad face.

"Of course...... Zhang Peng patted him on the shoulder, and said as he walked out, "You practice here, I'll sell soda to drink." ”

Subsequently, Zhang Peng returned to Building No. 5, drank soda in the commissary, chatted with Ma Jinglei for a while, and went upstairs to play two games of checkers with Xiao Yunuo, and played games with Xiao Tianqing for a while. When it was almost time for dinner, I took a soda and slowly returned to the shooting range.

"You go get a soda, why did you drink it for so long." Li Chunsheng sweated profusely and took the soda and complained.

"Haha......" Zhang Peng smiled and asked, "How are you practicing?"

"My hands are cramping." Li Chunsheng said depressedly.

"Let's see." Zhang Peng pointed to the shooting target and asked.

Li Chunsheng drank the soda in one go, put the glass bottle on the table, returned to the shooting table, held the gun in both hands, and put on a shooting posture. After a few hours of training, it's already presentable.

"Yes." Zhang Peng nodded with satisfaction, Li Chunsheng's personality is more sincere, once he agrees, he will not be lazy. Then, Zhang Peng took out the Wang Ba box and explained a few shooting points like Li Chunsheng.

"First, no matter what the shot, the muzzle of the gun should not be aimed at one's own people; second, open the safety lock before you are ready to shoot; Third ......"

Li Chunsheng responded one by one, then held the gun in both hands, aimed at the bull's-eye, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet came out and hit the target, but outside the ring.

"Alas......" Li Chunsheng sighed.

Zhang Peng said while retracting the pistol, "The first time I shot to hit the target, it's very good, and my first time was only three or four rings." ”

"Just one shot?" Li Chun said with a lingering business.

"I used to watch female medical staff train, and I only fired a gun for a whole day, and you only had half a day, which is interesting enough." Zhang Peng said.

"Okay." Although he was a little disappointed, Li Chunsheng didn't say anything more. He was accustomed to following Zhang Peng's arrangements and rarely raised objections. It is precisely because of this that Zhang Peng is deeply valued. For example, this time to learn guns, Lao Huangpi has no chance.

"Continue tomorrow, practice for three or four days, and you will basically be familiar with it." Zhang Peng said.

Coming out of the shooting range, the two went home separately. After Zhang Peng had dinner and walked with the two sisters, he went back to the bedroom and counted his bullets.

He put the bullets neatly on the bedside table. At a glance, it is yellow-orange and orange, and it is very comfortable.

There are a total of 61 Southern 8mm rounds, with a magazine of eight rounds and a capacity of seven and a half magazines. Zhang Peng was looking at it with satisfaction, and Xiao Tianqing suddenly came in.

"Ah, where did you get so many bullets?" Seeing the bullets on the bedside table, Xiao Tianqing asked in surprise.

"Picked it up." Zhang Peng said perfunctorily, then took out a cardboard box with cotton wool from the drawer and put the bullets in it one by one.

"Wow, I'm going to tell my uncle." Xiao Tianqing said with a grin, her eyebrows and eyes curved into a crescent shape.

"Let's discuss something." Zhang Peng put away the box, came over and hugged her small waist, and persuaded.

"Then you pay me back." Xiao Tianqing stretched out his little white hand towards him. What she said was naturally her Heavenly Palace Consultant Certificate.

"You are with your sister every day, and you don't need it." Zhang Peng said.

"If you don't need it, it's mine." Xiao Tianqing muttered.

"Just a few days, let me go out and be refreshed." Zhang Peng tempted, "Go back and buy you good things." ”

"You are not allowed to lie to me." "When did my brother lie to you." "Retractor." "Okay."

"Hanging on the hook for a hundred years, don't change!" After the two of them pulled the hook, this matter was over.