"Than what?"

"How's your marksmanship?"

"Okay."

"That's good. I command you. You are responsible for fighting. ”

"Good!"

The first to take the stage was a veteran. looks a bit like Zhang Dabiao.

People are not strong. But the skeleton is huge. Typical northerners. In the troops, it must be machine gunners, or mortars.

This burly body is indeed a waste if you use a rifle alone.

However, he doesn't seem to be so composed.

He was using a Mosinagan rifle. Standard configuration of the Northern Army.

"What's the target?"

"Behind the adobe wall."

"Where?"

"See that bamboo? Use it as a reference. One foot to the right. Foot down. ”

"What?"

The veteran was confused.

What does that mean?

Don't have a specific goal? Just give an approximate location?

"That's right. Let's fight! ”

"I ......"

The veteran wanted to speak and stopped.

It feels so weird. What is this test?

However, Zhang Yong did not change his words.

He knew that these veterans had good marksmanship. As long as you see the Japanese invaders, you will definitely be able to hit.

Now there is only one test to be tested, that is, the other party may not be able to see the Japanese invaders. Only you can "see" it. You need to show him the goal. Then he shot as he was instructed.

For example, the Japanese are hiding behind walls. He needs a veteran to shoot through the wall and then kill with a single shot.

The bullet of the Japanese Kou's Type 38 rifle was too small and easily blocked by the wall. However, Mosin Nagan and Mauser are very penetrating. Ordinary adobe walls can be pierced.

It just so happened that in front of Zhang Yong was an adobe wall. It has fallen into disrepair. Weathering.

To be sure, Mosiner's dry bullets can be pierced. There is also a red brick wall in the back. It's thick. There's no way to get through.

If there was no thick red brick wall behind to block the bullets, Zhang Yong would not dare to let the veteran shoot in that direction. will hit their own people.

The veteran turned his head to look at Division Commander Zhang.

Master Zhang waved his hand and said clearly: "Just do what he wants!" ”

"Yes!" The veteran slowly raised his gun.

It's not hard to aim. As long as it's a bit difficult to judge the distance.

Later generations may find it simple. Just an abscissa, an ordinate, the two intersect, that is, the target, what's so difficult?

However, for the soldiers of this era, it is actually very difficult.

They don't have much culture.

I've never heard of a coordinate system or anything.

Therefore, if you want to judge the exact location, you can only rely on your eyesight. Rely on your own brain to calculate.

Obviously, this is a bit of a test of eyesight and a bit of brainpower.

Ten seconds......

Twenty seconds......

The veteran did not shoot for a long time.

Obviously, he couldn't accurately judge how long a zhang was and how long a foot was.

Of course there is no problem if I pull a string to measure it. But there's no rope!

Helpless.

Can't do it.

"Which of you will help me take a measurement."

"I'm coming!"

"I'm coming!"

Several veterans hurried up to help.

Someone brought a long wooden ruler and measured it step by step.

Eventually, a distance of one zhang was marked. A one-foot distance is also marked.

Then cross with a rope. The coordinates were finally determined.

"Smack!"

The veteran shoots.

Bullets accurately penetrate intersections.

Zhang Yong's expression did not move.

The distance is about fifty meters, and of course there is no problem.

What he needs to be assessed is not actually marksmanship. It is the perception of space, that is, the sense of orientation.

You may need it more often in the future.

"Pass!"

Zhang Yong nodded.

The veteran stopped talking.

Apparently, he seems to have something in mind. But he was stopped by Master Zhang's eyes.

Now there are people who are willing to accept you. What else do you guys have to say? Hurry up. If you go to the Renaissance Society, you don't have to be restricted by military law. It's free.

In the future, you can kill the Japanese as much as you want.

You don't have to stay in the army and swallow your anger and suffer from this bird's anger.

"Next!"

"I'm coming!"

Another veteran came out.

Zhang Yong asked people to set up a stool in front of the adobe wall.

The stool is a foot upwards. Eight feet to the right.

As a result, the veteran was also dumbfounded.

With such an accurate distance judgment, he can't do it!

Thankfully, someone helped.

"Smack!"

Accurate hits.

It's not difficult.

Zhang Yong also accepted it.

Actually, he knew that these veterans were good.

They have all killed Japanese criminals. and the Japanese are not in the same day. Such a subordinate, he can't ask for it, how can he refuse?

The problem is that the field service of the Renaissance Society, after all, is different from the ordinary army. The way of fighting is also different from the battlefield. Therefore, he still hopes to find one or two from it that reacts quickly.

It's a pity. Not at the moment.

They had never been judged by such spatial distance.

If you ask them to judge how far away the target is, it's easier for them. Only the distance between the left and right, up and down, has not been systematically trained.

Let's start with ourselves.

If you want to talk about mathematical knowledge, it's not Zhang Yong bragging, everyone in the entire Tianjin Station combined, doesn't know as much as him.

Even, everyone in the entire Fuxing Society may not be as strong as him.

Pure math! Others don't count.

Anyway, he also went to college in his previous life. Studied calculus and linear algebra. These two courses alone can leave 99.99999% of people behind.

"Master Zhang, I want it."

"Really?"

"Really. However, they all have to change their identities. ”

"How to change? You said. ”

"We'll take care of that. When they join the Renaissance Society, I will give them new documents. They're all going to have new names. From now on, they have nothing to do with your 29th Army. ”

"I understand."

"Do they owe food?"

"I've reissued them all. There is no arrears. ”

"That's good. Master Zhang, if there are still such people in the future. You give it all to me. I'll do it all. ”

"Thank you!"

"But, I made it clear. We, the Renaissance Society, only enter but do not leave. As long as you step into the door of our revival society, you will not be able to leave it in the future. Otherwise, they will be treated as traitors. Will they be okay with it? ”

"You can talk to them directly!"

"Good!"

Zhang Yong is also not stage frightened.

In his previous life, he was a college freshman, and he blushed and hesitated when he went up to the podium to introduce himself.

After coming to this world, he washed away this youthfulness.

The reason is simple. Because he can really be their leader. can really lead them to kill the Japanese criminals.

They were injured and could afford to pay for their own medical bills.

If they die, they can also give their families a pension.

"Assemble!"

"Stand upright!"

"Take a break!"

Master Zhang personally shouted the password.

All the veterans hurriedly stood upright. Then take a break. Waiting for the lecture.

Zhang Yong stood in front.

You don't have to clear your throat either. Directly said aloud:

"I'm just going to talk about three things."

"The first thing, joining the Renaissance Society, is dangerous. Sacrifice is possible at any time. ”

"The second thing, joining the Renaissance Society, cannot be separated from it in the future. Life is a member of the Renaissance Society, and death is a ghost of the Renaissance Society. Even if you have complaints, they can only be reflected internally. It must not be detached. Otherwise, you are a traitor. We will sanction you. The so-called sanction is execution! There is no second way. ”

"Thirdly, you have only one enemy. It's the Japanese Invaders! ”

"Understood?"

Zhang Yong was stunned word by word.

Then take out a notebook. There are also pens, and there is ink. On the table.

He was sitting on his back. A solemn face.

"Willing to accept these three conditions. Come up and write your name yourself. Then press the mudra. ”

"By pressing the mudra, it means that you understand and accept the three things I just said. In the future, you must not use any reason to say that you have been tricked in! If you can't accept it, don't come up! ”

"Now, who's coming?"

Zhang Yong's gaze swept.

Silent.

Then, the first veteran came up.

He doesn't know how to write his own name. Others probably won't.

You can only simply press the handprint.

Before he could press his fingers. Zhang Yong stretched out his hand to hold it. Said solemnly: "You have to think clearly, once you press the handprint, you have no regrets." ”

"Are you really killing the Japanese criminals?" The veteran asked rhetorically.

"I just killed one." Zhang Yong replied calmly.

"I don't regret it!"

"Good!"

Zhang Yong let go of his hand.

The veteran pressed his finger prints.

Then go back and line up.

Zhang Yong waved his hand. Point to your side.

The veteran then walked over. Stand beside Zhang Yong. Stand with your hands down. The expression was solemn.

The second veteran came up......

Third ......

Eventually, all the veterans pressed their fingerprints.

This is the result that Zhang Yong expected. It should also be what Master Zhang expected. These veterans must have nowhere else to go.

Given all other options, they couldn't stay here.

Kill the Japanese and be punished!

Who can accept it?

If Zhang Yong changed himself, he would have run away a long time ago.

There is no place to stay here, there is a place to stay here.

The world is big, don't you have a place for yourself?

Zhang Yong put the notebook away.

There were fifty-three people in all.

Fifty-three finger prints.

Red.

Shocking.

But it also represents some kind of powerful power. Some kind of indomitable determination.

"Master Zhang, then I'll take them away?"

"Thank you! Let's go! I'm ashamed that my abilities are limited. ”

"Understood!"

Zhang Yong nodded.

Sometimes, some people, some things......

It's really hard to say.

Most people are weak in front of the wheel of history......

can only let the years witness.

Leaving the division headquarters with the veterans through the side door.

Master Zhang has arranged it. Don't let those veterans show their faces.

Zhang Yong naturally understood.

Take the veterans and leave in a strange alley.

The veterans were very silent. It is estimated that everyone knows the truth of saying less and doing more.

For them, the Renaissance Society is a very unfamiliar existence. Many people have never heard of this name before. I don't know what he does.

Zhang Yong instructed Zhong Yang a few words, and Zhong Yang left alone with a few people.

The group arrives at a restaurant.

Eat first.

Work again.

"Let's eat openly!"

"Follow me, there are no other benefits. Big fish and big meat are full. ”

"Except for the fact that you can't drink, everything else is fine!"

Zhang Yong said gently.

The veterans were a little hesitant. Still not too open.

Strictly speaking, they are actually very wooden people. Nothing but a little combat skills.

All are orphans. That's right. They all have no relatives.

Those who have relatives have gone home. Or go to a relative.

Only when they are homeless and have no one to take them in, will they continue to stay in the army. Waiting for Master Zhang to find a way out for them.

"Eat your fill!"

"In a moment, we may have to engage the Japanese invaders!"

"You don't want to be a starving ghost, do you?"

Zhang Yong was blunt.

The veterans began to bury their heads in eating.

No one spoke.

It's all wood.

To eat is to eat, and nothing else is done. And, eat it quickly.

Alas, they are all first-class good soldiers!

It's a pity......

The Twenty-ninth Army is really sorry for them.

Now that they are in their own hands, they must be brought with them. I hope they can all see the day when the War of Resistance against Japan will be won.

Well, set yourself a small goal.

It is to let most people see the day when they defeat the Japanese invaders!

Brace oneself.

Energetic.

"Introduce yourself. My name is Zhang Yong. He is the squad leader of the Secret Service of the Renaissance Society. ”

"I don't have as much skill as you."

"I'm a poor marksman. Fists and kicks are basically not good. So, I can't do it. ”

"But I will provide you with the best weapons and equipment. Give you enough money. Give you the best treatment. If you die, you will also be given the highest level of bereavement to your family......"

Zhang Yong said slowly.

The veterans were silent. Like wood indeed.

"If you have any requirements, you can say them directly." Zhang Yong continued, "I will do my best to help you do it. ”

"I have no relatives. I don't have to be bereavement. If you're dead, just find a place to bury me. A veteran said.

Zhang Yong: ......

All right. A sad topic indeed.

Looking at the looks of other people, it is estimated that the same is true. Alas. It's my own fault. This topic should not be raised.

So he waved his hand, "Eat!" Dine! Eat your fill! ”

In-person supervision.

Wait until everyone is full.

At this time, Zhong Yang and the others also rushed back. Fifty-three British 77 rifles were brought back.

At the same time, there is a new batch of documents. The certificate has a name. There are no photos. Wait until they are familiar with their names, and then add them later. From then on, they had nothing to do with the past.

Zhang Yong took a copy of the certificate, and the name on it was Zhong Kui. Hey, who made this name? It's pretty easy to remember.

Anyway, look up and call out the veteran who just spoke. That's right. That's him. It's called Zhong Kui.

The person who came up with this name is really a genius!

"It's yours." Zhang Yong handed the document to the veteran, "Remember." You will be Zhong Kui from now on. ”

"What?" The veteran had apparently listened too.

"Zhong Kui fights ghosts. The Japanese are little devils. Can you remember that? ”

"Ah, remember. Remember! ”

"Good!"

Zhang Yong nodded with satisfaction.

Zhong Kui hunts ghosts. Not bad. Zhong Kui fights ghosts. It's a good name.

Next.

Dian Wei? Halo, who made this name?

Seriously lazy!

But it's understandable. Because the names are all messed up. It's all made in batches. Sometimes I really can't think of too many names.

Perhaps the person who made the certificate had read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, so he wrote it casually.

In those days, documents were handwritten.

In fact, counterfeiting is very simple. The Japanese can't tell the difference.

Good. To a tall veteran.

Next. Zhou Cang......

Yes, the person who made the document was really lazy.

The names used are all in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Thankfully, there aren't the most famous.

If you want the whole Cao Cao, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei or something, it would be too much.

I don't look at the documents anymore. Send it all down.

One for each person.

Fifty-three people, fifty-three documents, just right.

Zhong Yang took a few agents and went up to teach each veteran what his new name was. Read each ten, twenty times, and remember as much as you can.

"Have you got it all?"

"Remember if you have it! You're going to be that name from now on! ”

"Pound! Which is Pound? ”

"Raise your hand!"

Zhang Yong shouted loudly.

A veteran hesitated to raise his hand.

Well, he's Pound. Not quite like that. Skinny.

"Eat more later." Zhang Yong said.

"Yes......" replied the veteran shyly.

"Zumao!"

"Here!"

"Zang Ba!"

"Here!"

Zhang Yong named them one by one.

The main thing is to help them remember their names.

If you are an ordinary person, a little knowledgeable, a little cultured, you should remember it quickly. However, none of these veterans were there.

They really can't read. None of the simplest numbers. Because no one teaches.

In the old army, there was no talk of cultural education.

Only the Red Army had it. In terms of cultural quality, the Red Army threw off all its opponents by several streets.

Even a big old man like Li Yunlong, a handsome descendant of ten miles and eight towns who weaves baskets in Dabie Mountain, has also learned a lot of words after joining the army.

The next link.

Hair pistol. Bullets. This part is simple.

No need to teach at all. All veterans are hands-on. What Ying Qiqi is not good to make. Inexistent. Good to make very.

There are no bad weapons.

Only fools who can't make it.

No matter what kind of gun it is, when it comes to these veterans, it can be played.

Provided that there are bullets.

Zhang Yong found a place to take out all the bullets in the carry-on space.

More than a hundred rounds. Fifty guns. Two shots per person? It's miserable.

However, he soon discovered that after the bullet was removed, it seemed that there was still one. So I took it out again. And then there'......

Hey?

It's magical.

Is it possible to supply it indefinitely?

So it was extracted repeatedly......

As a result, after taking out more than 500 rounds, there were finally no more.

Disappointed......

It turns out that it is not an unlimited supply!

It's only more than 500 rounds, and it's not useful! Ying Qiqi has 10 rounds in one load!

There are also some other messy bullets.

Mosina Dry Bullet ......

Springfield rifle bullet ......

Mauser rifle cartridge ......

There are also various models of pistol cartridges......

It's like an eight-treasure chest.

The bullets and other things seem to be isolated. It seems to be a separate space. It's like a bullet supermarket in a beautiful country. Different types of bullets, in different compartments. It's easy to tell.

The only regret is that there are too few of them. At the top of the sky, there are more than 100 rounds.

Alas......

Could it be a lack of energy?

Helpless.

Ten shots per person, ten shots per person. It's not a very tragic head-on engagement. More than five hundred rounds of ammunition were enough.

After getting the gun, I felt that the spirit of every veteran was refreshed.

It seems that the gun is their life. Indispensable. Without a gun, you have no soul.

Without guns, they're the walking dead.

With guns in hand, they are alive.

Very good.

Suddenly, my mind moved.

I found that the map radius has actually been increased again. increased to 350 meters.

It's weird......

Why is this increase so fast?

It doesn't seem to have been long since the last time. Could it be that there is some major danger?

Secretly worried.

Luckily, it's fine.

No danger was sensed.

In any case, the increase in the scope of monitoring is a good thing.

The distance of 350 meters means that it is impossible for the Japanese to sneak attack themselves without a scope.

No one's naked eye can shoot themselves from a distance of 350 meters.

The Miyamoto family is not good.

Suddenly, a red dot enters the edge of the map.

Zhang Yong's eyebrows raised.

Oh?

Is it a Japanese spy or a Japanese?

Whatever!

Let's talk about it later!

Immediately waved his hand. Take someone out immediately.

(End of chapter)