"Do you think I'm joking?"
"I tell you Zhang Feng, Huangquan Road is not a place for you to mess around!"
"Don't think that I haven't seen your information. I'm telling you clearly that the army is a place where everything is strictly enforced. The reason why discipline is called discipline is that it cannot be violated!"
"Don't let the troops do what you did on the street. If you don't buy it, when you get to the battlefield, the bullets won't give you a chance to talk nonsense. A bullet will hit you in the body, and it will be fatal if it hits a vital part!"
As the judge spoke, he approached step by step, and even the tips of their noses were touching. The saliva sprayed from the innermost part of the judge even splashed onto Zhang Feng's face.
Zhang Feng did not retreat, and the judge's harsh words fell on his heart.
He lowered his head slightly, and what he was thinking about was unknown to the judge who had no mind-reading skills, but he did not disturb Zhang Feng.
"My Lao Shizi's father must have come here like this, right?" Zhang Feng asked himself in his heart.
When he was a child, he saw his frail mother secretly crying and wiping away tears while looking at the only photo of his father. Although Zhang Feng was unwilling to admit it, he also understood the charm of a man who could not be seen for more than ten years, but could still make a woman cry. , at least this kind of charm is something I don’t have.
After a few minutes of silence, Zhang Feng raised his head, looked at the judge who had his hands on his hips and his anger had not dissipated, and said with a smile: "Judge, don't always have a dead face. I know you are doing it for my own good."
"Go away, you idiot. I wish you would be eliminated immediately. I will be kind to you. Don't talk nonsense to me." Seeing Zhang Feng's smiling expression, the judge became furious. Even without realizing it, I started to spit out my hometown dialect.
"hey-hey."
Zhang Feng smiled cheaply and said, "Although you don't admit it, I know."
"If you weren't worried about hurting me in the tent, how could you have hidden me so that the blade could hurt you?"
"Also, when I couldn't lift my arms, you were afraid of straining my muscles and massaging my muscles. I know that! Even though you always have a bad face!"
The judge was exposed and was a little at a loss. He stammered: "Go away, go away, don't talk about this... nonsense, I tell you it's useless. If you give me all these bullets today, don't talk about eating, tonight." Don’t even sleep!" After saying that, he walked away.
Zhang Feng looked at the judge and shook his head slightly, secretly thinking that others had done good deeds and wished that everyone on the earth would know about it, but the judge felt uncomfortable after being told about it. The judge is like this, and so should the King of Hell.
Thinking of this, he shook his head again and reached out to rub his butt, where there was still a scar left by the King of Hell.
The real bullet grazed the skin and made a gash. Zhang Feng could feel the pain as long as he squatted down to shit.
Although the judge left, the two soldiers wearing sunglasses did not leave, they were still there like wooden stakes.
"Brother, I have never even touched a gun, let alone fired it. Now that the judge is gone, can you tell me if you can teach me?"
Wooden Zhuan Zia didn't respond.
"Brother, tell me, if I shoot randomly and hurt myself or you, it will be bad. Do you think you can demonstrate it to me?"
Wooden pile B did not respond.
"Oh, I'm just convinced. Brothers, aren't you all dumb? Isn't it a bit scary to just stand there like this and not speak or hold back?"
Zhang Feng was finally convinced and couldn't help but complain.
Muzhuang Zijia moved his lips slightly and finally spoke: "First, we are not your eldest brothers. Second, we are not your brothers. We are even less your buddies, because you are not qualified yet!"
Zhang Feng's bad temper also came to the fore. Everyone on Huangquan Road has the same bad temper as the King of Hell. They have no qualifications. I still don't believe it!
"Come on, come on, tell me what qualifications you have, each one is worth as much as 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan!"
"Hmph, when you pass Huangquan Road, you will be our brother!" Muzhuang Zijia said with a cold snort.
"Brothers of life and death!" Wooden Zhuang Ziyi added.
Zhang Feng was defeated by the singing and harmonizing of these two brothers, and said apologetically: "Two instructors, I was wrong. Please teach me, this rookie trash."
The wooden stake armor is also unambiguous. He pulls out the pistol directly from the gun bag on the side of his thigh, ejects the magazine, loads the magazine, opens the safety, and pulls the trigger...
Click, click, sound of gunfire. Wooden Zhuanzijia pushed out the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one, shooting with both hands!
…
Standing, kneeling, crawling and shooting, all the same, the movements are as smooth as clouds and water, and the eyes are like poisonous snakes locked on the prey, without swaying at all.
Zhang Feng was stunned.
When firearms are combined with shooting, they become shooting and killing skills. But what he saw at this moment was art, art with a sense of beauty.
After shooting, the wooden pile armor turned back into a wooden pile.
"See clearly!"
The person who spoke was Wooden Zhuan Zi B. He quickly raised the rifle with the muzzle down in his hand and stood with his feet in front of one another.
A single shot, a burst of three shots, a burst of suppressive fire, fireworks from the muzzle spurting out, even gunpowder smoke rising, and the sound of gunfire becoming more rapid.
"Nice..." Zhang Feng had to use a sentence in English to express his emotion!
Although Wooden Zhuangzi A and Wooden Zhuangzi B didn't talk much, and they never said a word of nonsense, they pushed open a door in front of Zhang Feng.
Guns are the life of a warrior!
Zhang Feng slowly picked up the gun from the table. He did not rush to load the magazine and shoot. Instead, he slowly fumbled with it. The metal felt slightly cool in his hands, with a murderous sharpness.
Zhang Feng felt excited when he first got it, even more exciting than touching a woman's silk skin. Although Zhang Feng didn't know what it felt like to touch a woman, he was sure it was nothing better than touching a gun.
Slowly take out a box of pistol bullets from the ammunition box and slowly press them into the magazine, one by one, until the magazine is filled with twelve bullets.
Zhang Feng knew that the firearm had recoil, so he did not shoot with one hand like a wooden stake. Instead, he stood with the gun in his right hand and held it in his left hand.
"Pay attention to the recoil!" Wooden Zhuang Zijia reminded.
clatter!
A bullet grazed the barrel of the gun and ejected from the muzzle, not straight ahead, but diagonally upward.
Although I was aware of the recoil, I didn't expect it to be so strong, so I unconsciously leaned back and raised the muzzle of the gun with my wrist.
"What the hell!"
Zhang Feng muttered. He now felt sore in his wrists and had some slight pain in his arms. Fortunately, he had practiced holding a gun for a period of time. Otherwise, he might have dislocated his arm due to the recoil.
"Don't think about using muscle power to fight the recoil. In that case, even if you can shoot ten or twenty bullets, your muscles will swell and hurt no matter how much you can." Muzhuang Zijia said.
"It is necessary to use the smallest possible body shake to remove the recoil. Only in this way can the muscles be kept relaxed as much as possible to ensure shooting accuracy." Wooden Zhuangziyi added.