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Chapter 33, "Kicking Ball" Performance

The guards ran back to the village looking for empty canning jars.

While waiting, Zhao Gang came over curiously, "Consultant Yuan, can you teach me how to use a submachine gun?"

Before Yuan Lang could speak, Li Yunlong spoke up: "Political Commissar, have you ever played with guns? If you haven't played with guns, forget it! Don't hurt yourself."

As soon as he hit Zhao Gang, he regarded him as a white-faced scholar who could only play tricks.

If your senses are not good, you will naturally object subconsciously.

"Captain, will you know how to play with guns after a while?"

Zhao Gang dared to speak in front of so many fighters, so he was naturally a little confident.

Firearms all have certain things in common. If you can use one, you can easily understand the others.

What's more, the information brought today is greatly reduced, and there is no refreshing effect.

Zhao Gang urgently needed to show his ability, and got the approval of Li Yunlong, Deputy Head Xing and others.

Otherwise, there will be no way to start the work smoothly.

Reload, fire the safety, aim and shoot.

The basic operation of using a gun is very simple, and Yuan Lang patiently demonstrated it twice.But any veteran soldier with a gun can learn it.

But if it is about whether you can hit accurately, fast, accurate and ruthless, there are many things involved.

You have to practice more with bullets personally, and you can master it slowly.

The guards set up cans and bottles in the distance, and Li Yunlong began to encourage: "Political commissar, have you learned it? If you learn it, shoot twice."

"Comrades, do you want to see the political commissar perform for us?"

Naturally, what he got was a voice called "Thinking", and Li Yunlong became more proficient in coercing public opinion.

He dug a hole for Zhao Gang and volunteered to learn how to shoot a gun, but he couldn't shoot at all.I lost face in front of the soldiers of the whole regiment, and it will be difficult to carry out work in the future.

Maybe it won't be long before he will report to his superiors and leave in disgrace.

Two political commissars have already been run away, and another one will be three kills.

Yuan Lang could see Li Yunlong's evil intentions, and he didn't say anything.

He remembered that Zhao Gang was a political commissar with both civil and military skills.His lip service is smooth, and his marksmanship is not bad.

300 meters away, three shots and three little devils.

Lao Li's idea is doomed to fail.

Deputy head Xing couldn't just watch the new political commissar being squeezed out like this, so he smoothed things over: "Don't make a fuss, the political commissar has just learned a submachine gun and hasn't even practiced it. Let Consultant Yuan demonstrate it to everyone!"

Li Yunlong didn't object, Lao Xing still had to give him face.

But Zhao Gang disagreed, and inserted the magazine and opened the safety: "It's okay to try, I just learned a submachine gun, and I can't shoot it right, everyone, don't laugh."

After all, he picked up his gun and aimed at the empty cans 150 meters away.

Time passed little by little, and everyone was watching Zhao Gang, waiting silently.

"boom!"

The trigger was pulled, and with a crisp sound, the bullet shot into the ground, splashing a cloud of smoke.

The bounce point is only a finger long from the canning jar.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Gang slightly adjusted the muzzle of the gun, and two bullets knocked the empty can into the air.

"Okay, good fight!"

Li Yunlong took the lead in applauding.Even though Zhao Gang was a white-faced scholar in his eyes before,
But being able to accurately hit empty cans 150 meters away with a submachine gun just started is worth the applause.

Yuan Lang couldn't help giving a thumbs up, "Is this the first time Commissar Zhao has touched a submachine gun? If so, then he is really talented."

A watermelon with the size of a human head, placed 150 meters away, will not be much larger than a sparrow in the eyes of people.

Not to mention a palm-sized empty can.

As long as the muzzle is slightly off, it is impossible to hit.

Especially the submachine guns that have just been used have not been calibrated, so they are really talented to be able to shoot accurately.

Zhao Gang fired two more shots and sent another empty can flying away, proving that he was not deceived just now.
Cai put away his gun and replied with a smile: "I have shot a rifle before, and my shooting teacher said that I have the talent of a sniper."

"What hand?" Li Yunlong asked puzzled.

"A sniper is a very accurate shooter. It specializes in hunting valuable targets of the enemy, such as officers, machine gunners, etc." Zhao Gang explained.

"Oh, there are also in our army, but it's not so divided."

Li Yunlong's prejudice against Zhao Gang is slightly reduced, and those who are capable will be respected.

The people he can look up to have two things, they can drink and fight.

Zhao Gang's marksmanship is not bad, so take advantage of it.

13 Zhao Gang couldn't pretend by himself, Yuan Lang still wanted to show off: "Lao Li, let me demonstrate to my brothers, what kind of situation is it like to play a submachine gun accurately.

You will know how terrifying the enemy the Independence Regiment encountered that night. "

"Okay, I'd like to see what the little devil you're talking about is." Li Yunlong was equally curious.

I heard Yuan Lang mention it several times, what about the Devils Special Forces.

He has long been itching, wishing he could fight those devils.

Let Yuan Lang know that the devil also has two shoulders and one head, and he will die as if he was shot by a bullet.

He, Li Yunlong, was not afraid of any enemies when he led the New First Regiment, and it was the same when he led the New Second Regiment.

Xing Zhiguo on the side didn't have Li Yunlong's idea of ​​being competitive, and he had heard about the battle in Yangcun.

After all, because of that incident, the New Second Regiment suffered an indiscriminate disaster, and the head of the regiment was injured because of it.

He wanted to see some ways of those devils through Yuan Lang's performance.If we meet in the future, I will have a bottom line in my heart.

Wei Dayong was simply dissatisfied, he always felt that the so-called Consultant Yuan was too pretentious.

The marksmanship must be very powerful, but without professional training, if you want to attack several targets quickly, I am afraid that you have to make a fool of yourself.

In the eyes of everyone, Yuan Lang raised the gun, his heart was calm, and he even wanted to laugh.

Before, in the eyes of many Eighth Route Army soldiers, he was very capable, and he could send many novel supplies.

He is purely regarded as a big sponsor, the logistics captain.

Today, he wants to use his talent and hard work to justify himself: "Take up a gun and fight, we are not ambiguous!"

From now on, there will be a label of accurate marksmanship on his body.

Please call me in the future: the big funder, the logistics team leader, and the sharpshooter Yuan Lang.

"Da da, da da."

There was a very rhythmic sound of short bursts, and the empty cans and bottles placed in the distance were knocked away one by one.

All targets hit.

But Yuan Lang didn't think it was enough, how could he show his strength by hitting a fixed target?
He played with great interest, using the bullets as his outstretched feet and the empty cans as footballs.

A "ball juggling show" was staged for everyone. Empty cans and bottles were beaten and flew around until all the bullets in a magazine were shot.

Yuan Lang's eyes swept over the crowd, seeing their stunned looks, he laughed wildly in his heart: "I just like the way you have never seen the world, hahaha..."

(End of this chapter)