"Baby, I knew you were not an ordinary person the first time I saw you. But you are magnanimous and you didn't fool anyone, so your Uncle Wu and I let you go and let the kids toss around. Your training and all that It's very useful, even none of Chairman Shi's brigade commanders and regimental commanders can teach him to this level.
That's it, you can just go ahead and get it done. I'm still saying that as long as there is something in the group, I will try my best to be satisfied. "Wang Huzi said seriously.
When Zhou Wen heard this, a smile appeared on his face. Wang Huzi trembled in his heart when he saw it: "Come here, I said it's nothing good."
Zhou Wen said: "My training method is very practical and can produce results in a short time, but the amount is large and difficult for the body to handle. To ensure food, there must be meat.
So the first request is to have three meals a day and meat every night, at least two taels of meat per person. The second request is for bullets. Each person can fire no less than fifty rounds of live ammunition. "
Wang Beard’s eyes were straightened. What? Fifty rounds each? But the days are long?
Old Uncle Wu also smoked and said nothing. The whole group had to spend less than half of the little money they had saved over the past two years.
Zhou Wen continued calmly: "It takes one month to form, and one month later I will take them out to deal with all kinds of dissatisfaction. Aren't there some big villagers who are disobedient? Aren't there some bandits who bully others? They are all dealt with."
Wang Huzi suddenly raised his head, looked at Zhou Wen and said, "Just these dozens of kids? Dozens of guns? Can that work?"
Zhou Wen looked at Wang Huzi with a smile and said word by word: "Why, the leader doesn't believe it?"
Wang Huzi trembled in his heart and blurted out: "Believe, I believe it, don't you think so?" After saying that, he looked at Old Uncle Wu again, slapped the table and said loudly: "Okay! I promise you."
It had just dawned the next day, and Zhou Wen had already returned from training with the guards. When he arrived at the regiment headquarters, he washed his hands and wiped sweat in the basins arranged in rows. Three rows of long tables and stools were neatly arranged in the open space in front of the regiment headquarters.
The total of the guard company, including Zhou Wen and Xu Dacheng, was forty-four, divided into three teams. Zhou Wen, Gao Xiaoshan, and Uncle Ma each led a team and took their seats in sequence. Old Uncle Wu and his people brought up the piles of steamed buns as high as a mountain and the large basins of rice porridge.
Everyone sat still and waited for Gao Xiaoshan to say loudly: "Let's eat." Then everyone took the bowls and steamed buns and started eating. Six others were also sitting, but they were not eating. They were swallowing their saliva while watching the food.
Wang Huzi and Old Uncle Wu looked at it and wondered: "It has only been three days, but a group of fools who only know how to play have turned into human beings. The little scholar really specializes in dealing with all kinds of dissatisfaction."
Zhou Wen formulated various reward and punishment measures for discipline and training. Except for himself and Uncle Ma, others including Gao Xiaoshan were divided into seven six-person groups. The groups competed with each other. The group that lagged behind in training did not get breakfast, the group that lagged behind in the queue training in the morning did not get lunch, and the group that lagged behind in various tactical movement training in the afternoon did not have dinner. Add vegetables and meat for outstanding training results.
They have been practicing martial arts since they were young and have a physique that can endure hardships. The plan Zhou Wen formulated was strict, difficult, based on actual combat, and trained with a large amount of exercise.
Hehe, three things lead to one thing. In other words, practice to death. It doesn't matter if you are injured, just give me a casual massage at night and you will feel more energetic and energetic the next day.
Zhou Wen wouldn't say it was the effect of the massage, he just encouraged them to increase their strength after practicing on their own. Of course, it is impossible to massage the whole body like Xu Dacheng did. It's not that time yet.
Another week passed, and the morning formation training was changed to fighting and shooting training. Zhou Wen didn't teach Liuhe Quan, it was a delicate job that took time.
He just combined some of the skills and techniques of close combat in his previous life to teach, such as black legs under the crotch, throat locks and eye penetration, capturing and capturing prisoners, etc. There are strict rules not to greet your brothers. This is a life-threatening skill. Shooting training is to practice holding a gun and practice aiming. Hang a rock in front of the gun for an hour and then talk about it.
On this day, Zhou Wen came to the regiment headquarters again, this time for Xu Dacheng.
Xu Dacheng has also been training with everyone since he arrived. His body was transformed by the Buddha's light. His abilities in all aspects have greatly improved, and his training results are very outstanding. In bare-handed sparring, only Gao Xiaoshan could withstand his kicking skills, while the others were knocked down in just a few kicks, enjoying great glory for a while. Of course, except Zhou Wen.
But he still thought about the gun in his heart. This was an obsession. Zhou Wen taught him some shooting principles and various data of mortars and mountain cannons, as well as drawings and calculations in the past few nights. I found that he has a strong ability to understand and draw inferences from one instance to another. Moreover, Xu Dacheng's range measurement was extremely accurate. I don't know if it was Fo Guang's modification or his own talent. After Zhou Wen taught him how to measure distance with his thumb, this guy started thinking about it every day, and the result was that his range measurement was even more accurate than Zhou Wen, a professional sniper.
Zhou Wen thought that this guy's talent should not be wasted, so he casually asked Gao Xiaoshan where he could get a cannon. Gao Xiaoshan's answer made him happy, "Our regiment has a small steel cannon, but there is something wrong with that cannon. It used to be a problem." There was a man in the camp who knew how to fire artillery. He said he couldn't fire accurately and almost blew up one of his own people. So he threw it in the abandoned warehouse."
So Zhou Wenlai found Wang Huzi. When Wang Huzi heard this, he said, "Cannon? Which cannon almost killed the first battalion commander? It's unlucky."
Zhou Wen asked again: "Is it possible that the gunner doesn't know how to use it?" "The supplementary regiment also has a similar gun, and it can't be fired accurately. Their gunner is still the former artillery platoon leader of the Anhui Army, so why can't he fire it? I was deceived by Shi Santan."
"Then let me take a look first, and then talk if it doesn't work."
"That's it, let Lao Wu take you there."
Listening to Uncle Wu's explanation on the way, I realized that last year the regiment collected food and grass and went to the headquarters to exchange for some ammunition. Shi Youxin instructed Section Chief Zhao to exchange several unused mortars to several supplementary regiments. The cannon was a rare commodity, and everyone carried it back happily, only to end up in a scrap metal pile in the warehouse.
Zhou Wen thought of something and asked: "Old Uncle Wu, what is Shi Sangre referring to?"
"Greedy for money, greedy for women, greedy for life and fear of death, what else could it be. He is a wicked man who has harmed many women from good families. Our accountant Mr. Zhou's wife was targeted by him for some reason. If it weren't for The leader was a righteous man and he had kidnapped him a long time ago. He is a beast."
As they talked, the two came to the warehouse. Old Uncle Wu called Mr. Zhou to open the door of a room. Zhou Wen went in and saw that the room was filled with various broken guns. There is a big thing covered with cloth in the corner, it should be the cannon.
I went up and lifted the cloth, and it turned out to be a mortar, about 80 mm in diameter. Zhou Wen went up and hugged him with both hands, "Good guy, I'm afraid it weighs 80 kilograms." The waist and legs were lifted up with force. Old Uncle Wu's eyes widened when he saw it. What kind of strength is this? When we moved here, three young men carried it in.
Zhou Wen put the cannon in the sun, carefully wiped the cannon body and frame with a cloth, and saw clearly the inscriptions on the cannon body, "It's in Russian, it's a product of Lao Maozi." Zhou Wen said and carefully inspected each component.
When I saw the scale of the aiming device, I instantly remembered a rumor I had heard. It was said that after the mortar was first invented, the Russians invited British experts to help make it. The British were still measuring in feet at that time, and the result was that The mortar scale that comes out is in feet. Later, when Lao Maozi got used to it, he sold it to other countries.
Now a living example is right in front of us. No wonder the shot was inaccurate, no wonder it almost blew up one of our own people. 1 foot is approximately equal to 0.3 meters. If you aim at 500 meters and the cannonball falls to 150 meters, hey, that’s a scam.
Zhou Wen breathed a sigh of relief after the situation was clarified. It takes no effort to get there even if you wear iron shoes. knowledge is power.
