"Compared to what?"
"How's your marksmanship?"
"good."
"Okay. I'll direct you. You're responsible for the fight."
"good!"
The first person to appear was a veteran. He looks a bit like Zhang Dabiao.
People are not considered strong. But the frame is huge. Typical northerner. In the army, he must be a machine gunner or a mortar player.
This burly body is indeed wasted simply using a rifle.
However, he didn't seem that calm.
He was using a Mosin Nagan rifle. Standard equipment for the Northern Army.
"Where is the target?"
“Behind the adobe wall.”
"where?"
"Did you see that bamboo? Use it as a reference. One foot to the right. One foot down."
"What?"
The veteran was very confused.
What does it mean?
No specific goals? Just give an approximate location?
"That's right. Fight!"
"I……"
The veteran hesitated to speak.
It feels so strange. What test is this?
However, Zhang Yong did not change his tune.
He knew these veterans were good marksmen. As long as you see the Japanese invaders, you can definitely hit them.
There is only one test now, that is, the other party may not be able to see the Japanese invaders. Only you can "see" it. I need to give him instructions on the target. He then fired according to his instructions.
For example, the Japanese invaders were hiding behind walls. He needs the veteran to shoot through the wall and then kill him with one shot.
The bullets of the Japanese invaders' Type 38 rifles were too small and easily blocked by walls. However, Mosinagan and Mauser have very strong penetrating power. Ordinary adobe walls can be penetrated.
Coincidentally, in front of Zhang Yong was an adobe wall. Already in disrepair. weathering.
To be sure, Mosin Nagant bullets can penetrate. There is also a red brick wall at the back. very thick. There's no way to penetrate it.
If there was no thick red brick wall behind to block bullets, Zhang Yong would not dare to let the veteran shoot in that direction. It will hit one of your own.
The veteran turned to look at Mr. Zhang.
Teacher Zhang waved his hand and said clearly: "Just do what he wants!"
"Yes!" The veteran slowly raised his gun.
Aiming is not difficult. Just judging distance is a bit difficult.
Later generations may think it is very simple. There is just one abscissa and one ordinate. When the two intersect, that is the target. What’s so difficult?
However, it is actually very difficult for soldiers in this era.
They have little culture.
I have never heard of coordinate systems or anything like that.
Therefore, if you want to determine the exact location, you can only rely on your eyesight. Rely on your own brain calculations.
Obviously, this is a bit of a test of eyesight, but also a bit of a mental test.
Ten seconds...
Twenty seconds...
The veteran didn't fire for a long time.
Obviously, he could not accurately judge how long one foot was and how long one foot was.
If you pull the string to measure, of course there is no problem. But, there is no rope!
have no choice.
Can't do it.
"Can any of you help me measure it?"
"I come!"
"I come!"
Several veterans rushed to help.
Someone brought a long wooden ruler and measured it step by step.
Finally, a distance of one foot was marked. A distance of one foot is also marked.
Cross the rope again. Finally determined the coordinates.
"Snapped!"
The veteran fired.
The bullet penetrates exactly at the intersection.
Zhang Yong looked unmoved.
The distance is about fifty meters, no problem of course.
What he needs to test is actually not his marksmanship. It is about the understanding of space, that is, the sense of orientation.
It may be used frequently in the future.
"pass!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
The veteran hesitated to speak.
Apparently, he seemed to have some ideas. But he was stopped by Mr. Zhang’s eyes.
Now there is someone willing to accept you. What else do you have to say? Go quickly. If you go to the Fuxing Society, you won't be subject to the restrictions of military law. Be free.
From now on, you can kill the Japanese invaders however you want.
You don't have to stay in the army and swallow your anger.
"Next!"
"I come!"
Another veteran comes out.
Zhang Yong asked someone to place a stool in front of the adobe wall.
The stool goes up one foot. Eight feet to the right.
As a result, the veteran was also dumbfounded.
He can't judge the distance so accurately!
Fortunately there is help.
"Snapped!"
Accurate hit.
No difficulty.
Zhang Yong also accepted it.
In fact, he knew that these veterans were good.
They all killed Japanese invaders. We are inseparable from the Japanese invaders. He wanted such a subordinate so much, how could he refuse?
The problem is that the Fuxing Society's field service is, after all, different from the general army. The way of fighting is also different from the battlefield. Therefore, he still hopes to find one or two that respond quickly.
Unfortunately. Not yet.
They have never accepted such spatial distance judgments.
If you ask them to judge the distance of the target, it will be easier for them. Only the distance judgment of left, right, up and down has not been systematically trained.
Forget it, just start from yourself.
When it comes to mathematical knowledge, Zhang Yong is not bragging. None of the people in the entire Tianjin Station know as much as him.
Even if everyone in the Fuxing Society is packed, they may not be as strong as him.
Just pure math! Others don't count.
After all, 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.
"Mr. Zhang, I want both."
"real?"
"Really. But, they all have to change their identities."
"How to change? Tell me."
"We will handle this. After they join the Fuxing Society, I will give them new certificates. They will all have new names. From now on, they will have nothing to do with your 29th Army."
"I see."
"Do they owe food or wages?"
"I have reissued everything. There is nothing in arrears."
"Okay. Mr. Zhang, if there is another person like this in the future, give them all to me. I want them all."
"Thanks!"
"But, I made it clear. Our Fuxing Society can only enter but not leave. As long as you step into the door of our Fuxing Society, you will never be able to leave. Otherwise, you will be treated as a traitor. Can they accept it?"
"Just talk to them directly!"
"good!"
Zhang Yong doesn’t have stage fright either.
In his previous life, as a college freshman, he blushed and hesitated when he went up to the podium to introduce himself.
After coming to this world, this greenness was washed away.
the reason is simple. Because he can really be their leader. I can really lead them to kill the Japanese invaders.
They were injured and could afford the medical expenses themselves.
Even if they sacrifice themselves, they can provide comfort to their families.
"gather!"
"stand at attention!"
"Take a break!"
Teacher Zhang personally shouted the command.
All the veterans hurriedly stood at attention. Then take a break. Wait for the lecture.
Zhang Yong stood in front.
No need to clear your throat either. He said directly loudly:
"I'll just tell you three things."
"The first thing is that joining the Fuxing Society is very dangerous. You may die at any time."
"The second thing is, if you join the Fuxing Society, you cannot leave in the future. You are a member of the Fuxing Society when you are born, and you are a ghost of the Fuxing Society when you die. Even if you have complaints, you can only reflect them internally. You must not leave. Otherwise, you are a traitor. We You will be punished. The so-called sanction means execution! There is no other way."
"The third thing is, you only have one enemy. It's the Japanese invaders!"
"Do you understand?"
Zhang Yong said every word.
Then take out a notebook. There are also pens and ink pads. Put it on the table.
He sat upright. A solemn look on his face.
"If you are willing to accept these three conditions, come up and write your name. Then press your fingerprints."
"Pressing your fingerprints means that you understand and accept the three things I just said. You must not use any reason to say that you were deceived in the future! If you can't accept it, don't come up!"
"Now, who's coming?"
Zhang Yong's eyes swept across.
silence.
Then, the first veteran came up.
He can't write his own name. Others probably won't either.
I can only simply press my fingerprints.
Just before his finger pressed down. Zhang Yong stretched out his hand to support him. He said seriously: "You have to think clearly. Once you press your fingerprint, you will have no regrets."
"Did you really kill the Japanese invaders?" the veteran asked.
"I just killed one." Zhang Yong replied calmly.
"I do not regret!"
"good!"
Zhang Yong let go.
The veteran pressed his finger prints hard.
Then go back and line up.
Zhang Yong waved his hand. Pointing to his side.
The veteran then came over. Standing next to Zhang Yong. Stand with hands down. His expression was solemn.
The second veteran comes up...
The third……
Finally, all the veterans had their fingerprints pressed.
This is the result Zhang Yong expected. Teacher Zhang should have expected this. There must be no other place for these veterans to go.
If there were any other options, they would not be able to stay here.
He killed the Japanese invaders and was punished!
Who can accept it?
If it were Zhang Yong himself, he would have run away long ago.
I don’t want to leave you here, I have my own place to stay.
The world is so big, is there no place for oneself?
Zhang Yong put the notebook away.
There were fifty-three people in total.
Fifty-three finger prints.
bright red.
shocking.
But it also represents some kind of powerful force. Some kind of determination to move forward.
"Mr. Zhang, should I take them away?"
"Thank you! Let's go! My abilities are limited, I'm really ashamed."
"understand!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
Sometimes, some people, some things...
It's really hard to say.
Most people are weak and powerless in front of the wheel of history...
We can only let time witness it.
Lead the veterans and leave the division headquarters through the side door.
Teacher Zhang has made arrangements. Don't let those veterans show up.
Zhang Yong naturally understands.
Take the veterans and leave through unfamiliar alleys.
The veterans were very silent. It is estimated that everyone understands the principle of talking less and doing more.
For them, Fuxing Society is a very unfamiliar existence. Many people have never heard of this name before. I don't know what he does.
Zhang Yong gave Zhong Yang a few instructions, and Zhong Yang left alone with a few people.
A group of people arrived at a restaurant.
eat first.
Work again.
"Everyone is open to eat!"
"Follow me and there will be no other benefits. Big fish and big meat will fill your pockets."
"Except not drinking, everything else is fine!"
Zhang Yong said gently.
The veterans were a little hesitant. Still not quite letting go.
Strictly speaking, they are actually very dull people. Apart from mastering some fighting skills, he knows nothing.
All are orphans. That's right. They all have no relatives.
Those who have relatives have gone home. Or he went to live with his relatives.
Only those who are homeless and have no one to take them will remain in the army. Waiting for Mr. Zhang to find a way out for them.
"Everyone is full!"
"We may have to fight the Japanese invaders soon!"
"You don't want to be a starving ghost, do you?"
Zhang Yong speaks out.
The veterans then began to immerse themselves in eating.
No one spoke.
Each one seems to be made of wood.
Eating is eating and nothing else is done. And, eat it quickly.
Alas, they are all first-class good soldiers!
Pity……
The 29th Army is really sorry for them.
Now they are in his own hands, and he must lead them well. I hope they can all see the day when the war of resistance is won.
Well, set a small goal for yourself.
Just let most people see the day when the Japanese invaders are defeated!
Cheer up.
Highly motivated.
"Introduce yourself. My name is Zhang Yong. I am the team leader of the Fuxing Society's Secret Service."
"I don't have as much ability as you."
"My marksmanship is relatively poor. My fists and feet are basically useless. Therefore, I can't do things like charging into battle."
"But I will provide you with the best weapons and equipment. Give you enough funds. Give you the best treatment. If you sacrifice, I will also give your families the highest level of pension..."
Zhang Yong said slowly.
The veterans were silent. It does look like wood.
"If you have any requests, you can just ask." Zhang Yong continued, "I will try my best to help you."
"I have no relatives. I don't need any pension. When I die, just find a place to bury me," said a veteran.
Zhang Yong:......
All right. A sad topic indeed.
Judging from the looks on other people's faces, it's probably the same. well. It was my fault. This topic should not be brought up.
So he waved his hands and said, "Eat! Eat! Everyone is full!"
Personal 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 also a batch of new certificates. The certificate has a name. no photographs. Once they are familiar with their names, they can add them later. From then on, they had nothing to do with the past.
Zhang Yong took a certificate, and the name on it was Zhong Kui. Hey, who made this name? Pretty easy to remember.
Forget it, look up and call out the veteran who just spoke. That's right. That's him. His name is Zhong Kui.
The person who came up with this name is really a genius!
"This is yours." Zhang Yong handed the certificate to the veteran, "Remember. You will be Zhong Kui from now on."
"What?" The veteran was obviously at a loss as well.
"Zhong Kui fights ghosts. Japanese invaders are little devils. Can you remember this?"
"Ah, remember. Remember!"
"good!"
Zhang Yong nodded with satisfaction.
Zhong Kui catches ghosts. good. Zhong Kui fights ghosts. The name is pretty good.
Next.
Dian Wei? Halo, who named this?
Seriously lazy!
But it’s understandable. Because the names are all messed up. All are made in batches. Sometimes I really can’t think of too many names.
Maybe the person who made the certificate had read Romance of the Three Kingdoms, so he wrote it down casually.
In this day and age, documents are all handwritten.
In fact, it is very simple to fake. Even the Japanese can't tell the difference.
good. To a tall-boned veteran.
Next. Zhoucang...
Yes, the person who made the certificate was really lazy.
The names used are all from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Fortunately, there are not the most famous ones.
If you want the whole Cao Cao, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and so on, that would be too much.
No more documents. Send them all.
Everyone has one copy.
Fifty-three people, fifty-three certificates, just right.
Zhong Yang took several agents and went up to teach each veteran what his new name was. Read each ten or twenty times and remember as much as possible.
"Are you all there?"
"Just remember it! This will be your name from now on!"
"Pound! Which one is Pound?"
"Raise your hands!"
Zhang Yong shouted loudly.
A veteran raised his hand hesitantly.
Well, he is Pound. Not quite. Skinny.
"Eat more in the future." Zhang Yong said.
"Yes..." the veteran replied shyly.
"Zumao!"
"arrive!"
"Zang Ba!"
"arrive!"
Zhang Yong called the names one by one.
Mainly to help them remember their names.
If you are an ordinary person with some knowledge and culture, you should remember it quickly. However, none of these veterans have it.
They really can't read. Not even the simplest numbers. Because no one teaches.
In the old army, there was no such thing as cultural education.
Only the Red Army has it. In terms of cultural quality, the Red Army is miles ahead of all its opponents.
Even a rough guy like Li Yunlong, a talented young man from all over the country who weaved baskets in the Dabie Mountains, learned a lot of words after joining the army.
Next link.
Fire the gun. Shoot bullets. This step is simple.
No need to teach at all. All veterans can get started. Why Ying Qiqi is not easy to use? nonexistent. Very good.
There is no such thing as a weak weapon.
Only fools who can't do it.
No matter what kind of gun it is, in the hands of these veterans, they can play it well.
Provided there are bullets.
Zhang Yong found a place and took out all the bullets in the portable space.
More than a hundred rounds. Fifty guns. Only two shots each? So miserable.
However, he soon discovered that after taking out the bullet, it seemed that it was still there. So take it out again. And then there’s…
Huh?
This is magic.
Is there still an unlimited supply?
So I extracted it repeatedly...
As a result, after taking out more than 500 rounds, they were finally gone.
disappointment……
It turns out there is not an unlimited supply!
It’s only about 500 rounds, but it’s not very useful! Ying Qiqi can load 10 rounds at a time!
There are also some other random bullets.
Mosin Naga bullets...
Springfield rifle cartridges...
Mauser rifle cartridges...
There are also various types of pistol bullets...
Like a treasure chest.
Bullets appear to be isolated from other items. It seems to be a separate space. Like a bullet supermarket in the beautiful country. Different types of bullets are in different grids. It's quite easy to tell.
The only regret is that the quantity is too small. There are more than a hundred shots in the sky.
well……
Maybe insufficient energy?
have no choice.
Ten shots per person, let’s take ten shots per person. It's not a very brutal head-on battle. More than five hundred rounds of ammunition are enough.
After getting the gun, I feel that every veteran's spirit is refreshed.
It seems that guns are their life. Indispensable. Without a gun, there is no soul.
Without guns, they are just zombies.
With a gun in hand, they are alive.
very good.
Suddenly a thought came to my mind.
I found that the map radius actually increased again. increased to 350 meters.
it's wired……
Why did it increase so quickly this time?
It seems that it was only increased last time. Could it be that there is some major danger?
Secretly worried.
Fortunately it's okay.
No danger was sensed.
In any case, increased monitoring coverage is a good thing.
The distance of 350 meters means that it is impossible for the Japanese invaders to sneak attack on themselves without a scope.
No one's naked eyes can shoot themselves from 350 meters away.
Neither does the Miyamoto family.
Suddenly, a red dot enters the edge of the map.
Zhang Yong raised his eyebrows.
oh?
A spy or a Japanese?
who cares!
Let’s talk after it’s done!
Immediately waved his hand. Take people out immediately.
(End of chapter)
