The next few days were very uneventful and uneventful.
Comrade Xiao Du is completely used to working the night shift. Between 6 and 9 o'clock, there will always be some trivial cases, the biggest of which is just a fight and a broken head.
Once 9 o'clock passes, it's basically night duty, taking time to sleep.
After the night shift, I went to the breakfast shop to have breakfast, and then had another meal when I woke up.
In the afternoon, I wash clothes and read a book. When I feel good, I buy some food and cook to reward Mr. Yu. When I feel lazy, I buy two steamed buns at the restaurant at noon, and I just eat a bite with chili sauce in the evening.
Niu Dazhuang has been handed over to the procuratorate. He has been charged with four charges in total, including attempted murder, knife attack, violent resistance to law, and assault on a security officer. The evidence is conclusive, the facts are clear, and his confession is complete. The sentencing is estimated to be more than 25 years.
The criminal penalties in this era are really very heavy, heavier than Mount Tai. Niu Dazhuang is completely finished.
As for Zuo Erhu, he has been sentenced to a full 30 years, his three sons and two nephews have been sentenced to 15 years, the younger son has been sentenced to 3 years in a juvenile detention center, and his daughter-in-law Zuo Huang has been sentenced to 8 years.
The family house has been confiscated and became the property of the commune, and the whole family has already begun serving their sentences.
The world is at peace, these scum have received the punishment they deserve, justice is on Xiao Du's side, haha, that's great.
As for the matter of Huang Guilan's succession, Xiao Du has never mentioned it again since he mentioned it to Chief Hao once and was questioned about his heart. Enough is enough. If he really went over to Chief Hao to find Jiang Dongfang, it would be an accident.
Xiao Du doesn't covet Huang Guilan's beauty, so he doesn't need to pay too much. This is already his best effort.
There was something very exciting for Comrade Xiao Du today. After lunch, Xiao Du returned to the steel rolling mill, found Jiang Dongfang, took the approval slip, went to the equipment department, and received two guns.
My own Type 54 pistol and a brand new Type 56 rifle.
A full 150 rounds of 7.62mm ammunition.
When Xiao Du got the Type 56, he felt like his body was boiling, every cell was excited and roaring, and his love for firearms penetrated deep into his bones.
After receiving the gun, Jiang Dongfang took Du Weiguo into a jeep. In the back seat was Liu Dajiang, the director of the factory's armed forces department and deputy director.
Minister Liu rarely showed up and rarely even came to work in the factory. He seemed to have other jobs. Xiao Du didn't know and didn't dare to ask.
However, Xiao Du knew that he had a deep connection with his family, he was not an outsider, and he was not very reserved when he arrived.
In the co-pilot, he was constantly debugging the new gun, checking the bullets, and pressing the bullets into the magazines. The Type 54 received three spare magazines, and the Type 56 also received three spare magazines.
After driving for about 30 minutes, the jeep arrived at the suburbs and parked. It was obviously a militia training base.
After getting off the car, I actually saw Hou Jianjun, Chen Guangliang was also there, and a relatively young guy who looked like he was from the army, and his toughness was exuding.
This man looked dissatisfied.
Hou Jianjun and Chen Guangliang had obviously known Liu Dajiang for a long time and greeted him very familiarly. Liu Dajiang was a very serious person who spoke very little and was as good as Chen Guangliang.
When he walked to the shooting range, a militiaman on duty came forward to salute Liu Dajiang.
The shooting range in front of me is very simple, a 30-meter fixed pistol target and a 120-meter fixed rifle target.
There is a wooden table in the shooting position for loading bullets, and a small wooden bunker to fix the rifle and achieve prone shooting.
Shooting from the prone position is the most stable way to shoot, followed by the crouching position, and finally the standing position.
Du Weiguo's eyes were already bright at this time, he felt that his blood was boiling and burning, and he was eager to try.
It was rare that Liu Dajiang spoke.
"Fix the target. Let's shoot a magazine each of the pistol and rifle first. Let's get familiar with the new guns."
"yes."
Xiao Du stood in the shooting position, with the pistol on the right side of his waist and the rifle on his body.
After seeing the target clearly, he took a deep breath and raised his hand.
"start!"
Following Liu Dajiang's order.
Du Weiguo moved, like lightning. He pulled out the pistol from the holster with his right hand and gently pulled it with his left hand. After loading the pistol, he held the gun in his right hand and held the gun in his left hand. He raised his hand and fired, two shots per second without stopping at all.
After the bullets are fired, quickly put away the gun.
Like an acrobatic, the Type 56 rifle is held in the left hand, the right hand is raised, the gun is loaded, the gun is held in the right hand, the left hand holds the gun, the gun is held in a standing position, or the hand is raised to fire, still two rounds per second , without stopping.
His movements were as quiet as a tiger, as moving as a rabbit, and as smooth as flowing water.
After Xiao Du finished shooting, he put away his gun and raised his hand to signal.
"Target reporting!" There are trenches under each target position, and there are target reporting personnel in the trenches.
"30-meter target, eh~~~"
"120-meter target. Uh~~~"
Neither target was reported immediately.
"What's going on? Go and have a look."
Liu Changjiang directed a man who looked like a cadre next to him to look at the target.
"Manhuan." Chen Guangliang spoke.
This, that person who looked like a cadre was already running over with two targets in hand.
"Leader, look at it, it's not that the target shooter doesn't report it, this target is really impossible to report!"
Everyone gathered around to look at the target, hissing and gasping sounds were heard one after another, and the disobedient man spoke:
"I, Cao, there are ten rings, but only one bullet hole? Is it real or fake?"
In fact, it is not uncommon for two ten rings to have a bullet hole, or even three.
But the rifle has 120 meters, ten rings, and only one bullet hole, which is terrible. Especially when shooting the rifle from a standing position, it is simply a miraculous result.
Liu Changjiang said: "30 meters, rifle target ready."
"yes."
Du Weiguo put the rifle on his back, changed the magazine for the pistol, clipped the gun and took a deep breath.
The so-called flying target is a distance of 30 meters. The target reporter randomly throws moving targets from the trench. This is much more difficult to hit than normal moving targets. There is no difference between flying and translation.
It is also the most difficult part of the shooting competition.
It is rare to see a perfect shot. Eight out of ten shots for a pistol and six out of ten for a rifle are the standard for sharpshooters.
Three target reporters in the 30-meter trench raised flags to indicate they were ready.
Du Weiguo raised his hand.
"start!"
White flying targets flew out of the ditch. They were only half the size of an A4 paper, one per second, moving in three directions. Their moving trajectories were uncertain and their speed was not slow.
At this time, Du Weiguo seemed to be a completely different person. There was no expression on his face. The pupils of his eyes kept shrinking and then dilating. His movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, with a unique rhythm.
In 8 seconds, 8 flying targets exploded like fireworks, none of them missed.
"Okay!" The unconvinced man just now took the lead in applauding, and everyone else also applauded. He was definitely a sharpshooter.
Then came the 120-meter rifle target, and the result was the same, none of the ten targets missed.
After 150 meters, the result remains the same.
At this time, the training ground was already crowded with people, applause broke out, and Xiao Duji was shocked.
Liu Changjiang said at this time, "Okay, don't waste the moving target, set up a 150-meter fixed target, and you can play with it by yourself."
Comrade Xiao Du was a little depressed. Flying target was so exciting, it was like playing a game.
But there was nothing he could do. His boss said he was wasting his money.
"Brother Du, let me press the magazine for you," the man who just looked dissatisfied took the initiative to run over to show his courtesy.
Hou Jianjun squinted his eyes and said, "Are you convinced?"
“I’m convinced, he’s much better than me. By a huge difference, my best result in flying target is 5 out of 8 for pistol, 6 out of 10 for rifle, and 2 out of 10 in 150 meters.
This is not a result achieved in one go. "
"Do you think Xiaodu Military Region's martial arts championship can be blown away? You are 2 years older than me, and you still call me brother!"
This tough young man was so hurt by Hou Jianjun that his face turned red.
