Chapter 0401 - Training Mode Belonging to Xueba-2

The island is full of barren grass, knee-high unknown weeds, with small and delicate yellow flowers, and beneath the roots of the grass is a broken concrete floor.

In just a few decades, this island, once armed with steel and concrete, has been restored by nature to a state that has never been set foot on by nature.

Compared to the clean, well-preserved America Air Force Base, the other buildings scattered around the island look less perfect.

The dilapidated buildings of primary concrete color, stained gray and black by rain and moss, littered with garbage and black windows, make this place look like a horror movie scene.

According to John, it originally appeared to have been a camp for the Fuso garrison during World War II.

After the brutal war, it was naturally abandoned by the tyrant American army.

Although after the war, the corpses of the Fuso soldiers were cleaned up, but the thick blood had soaked the ground, and the rancid smell could not be left at all.

In the surrounding grass, rusty steel wrecks crouched in the grass like lurking beasts, and it did look a bit bleak and eerie.

Fortunately, the wide school yard was relatively flat, and Ivan parked the jeep at the edge of the school yard, and then on the wreckage of the abandoned vehicle opposite, it was filled with all kinds of random debris as a target.

John, on the other hand, took out several small wooden boxes from the jeepry, which were filled with yellow bullets.

He took out a few classic pistols, placed them on the wooden boxes stacked together, and began to explain to Er Yi and Fat Tiger, two stunned young men who had never seen a firearm in their lives, how to disassemble and maintain the firearm, as well as the role of each part of the firearm.

“...... To play a gun well, you first have to be familiar with it. ”

John took an unlit cigar in his mouth and showed off somewhat ostentatiously in front of two young people who were listening attentively.

A pistol was quickly dismantled into pieces, then assembled into a complete firearm in a dazzling motion, and the trigger was pulled to complete the fire.

But he also knew that the main reason why these two young people were interested in firearms was for fun.

After all, in their country, it is impossible for civilians to have access to this kind of murder weapon, so they are not required to train recruits in the army and mercenary training camps, just a little demonstration, let them try it themselves.

Just to fulfill the promise of obtaining that fine knife, and to expect to train them into full-fledged mercenaries?

But just as he found the zippo lighter and was about to light the cigar, he found that the two of them, who had just listened to the explanation, had disassembled the pistol and assembled it back without missing a single step.

John, who was stunned, was burned by the burning lighter, threw his beloved silver zoppo on the ground with a snort, picked it up despite the scorching temperature, wiped it on his pants, looked at the scratches on it distressedly, and said in surprise: "Hell! Are you Orientals so smart? You can remember it after reading it once?"

The disassembly speed of the second one is not fast, but it seems to be very relaxed and natural, and although the fat tiger is a little stuck, he does not make the wrong steps like most recruits who are new to firearms, and he is confused and does not understand why there are a few more parts.

He didn't believe it, and took an assault rifle and demonstrated it again, but the two of them still completed the disassembly and assembly very well, and the process simply reminded John of the days when he was scolded by the instructor when he was in the new barracks.

The nickname "John the Donkey" has been with him for a long time...... Although each recruit has a similar nickname, it is a necessary process for a recruit to grow.

"Speed! Speed!"

"You need to know it as well as you know your own Justin Bieber......"

John vaguely regained a little of what he felt like being a corporal in the army, and roared somewhat angrily at the top of his throat.

It's just that this time it's not because the recruits under his command are too stupid, but because they're smart enough to make him, the "temporary instructor", a little uncomfortable.

Then he saw that the second one had done it again in a dazzling motion, and the click of the gun's parts colliding was almost one.

"Uh......"

John was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say, it stands to reason that when a newcomer comes into contact with a firearm, it will be difficult to assemble it because he is not familiar with it, and he will accidentally pinch his fingers?

The most peculiar thing is that although the movements of the fat tiger are slower, they are also very standardized, as long as he is allowed to practice a few more times, it is estimated that he will be very proficient.

There's no way to continue teaching, isn't ......it?

"What are you doing with such high demands on them?"

"Do you expect them to become qualified mercenaries too?"

Ivan, who walked back after setting the target, was also surprised by the speed of the two of them, but said with a smile: "They are just interested in shooting for a while, and they just want to shoot, so teach them to shoot directly!"

As he spoke, he patted the boxes of bullets he brought: "When can you finish all these bullets, you will be considered a qualified soldier!"

The bullets that were unearthed from the equipment storage were abandoned when the American garrison withdrew.

Although it has been some years and belongs to scrap products, it does not affect the use because of the good preservation.

The entrenched America military will not allow its own army to bring these things back, which is a waste of transportation capacity and no way to deplete ammunition stocks.

If they are too frugal, the domestic arms dealers and officials in charge will be unhappy, and if they have too much surplus, how can they be embarrassed to apply to Congress for military spending? How can they feed the workers in the arms factories?

How can there be so many large-scale battles in this world, and if you don't want to lose a little here and there, how can you consume that huge arsenal of arms?

This habit of sealing ordnance on the spot is also to stimulate domestic demand!

So Ivan and John, casually, dug through a whole bunch of ammunition from the stockpile, enough for them to squander for a long time.

They also cherish this opportunity to play with guns, and now they are not even allowed to set off firecrackers in China, let alone play with guns.

If you go to a shooting club and have dozens of dollars for a bullet, who can play it? If you have guns and ammunition that you don't need money to put indiscriminately, why don't you take the opportunity to have a good time?

While listening carefully to Ivan and John, instructing them on the actions and essentials of holding guns and aiming, Er Yi looked at the ammunition box next to him impatiently, and said with a smile: "Understood, can we be loaded with live ammunition now?"