"There are some rules. Hasn't anyone taught you? Don't tilt your neck in the queue. Be careful, I will scratch your ears!" the instructor yelled angrily.
Soldiers are soldiers from the Northeast, and officers are officials from the Northeast.
The instructor said "I" very skillfully, just like the soldiers in front of him usually called themselves "I".
Of course he was training like this because the young soldiers in the team were looking at the forty-year-old veteran.
This is the army. No matter what problems other people have, you other soldiers can only keep their faces straight and not look around...
Under his scolding, the veteran's face was uncertain, his eyes were glistening again, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
"If you don't dare, get out of here. The people here are all the best!" the instructor scolded again.
Although he looks like he is not even over thirty years old, it does not prevent him from calling me "I" in front of the forty-year-old soldiers. This is the army today, not to mention the army from the Northeast!
"I can go up and down, but there has to be an opponent, right?" At this time, the veteran spoke.
"It's a joke. You are also a veteran. Can you still choose your opponents when you go to the battlefield?" the instructor sneered.
"Normally I shouldn't pick, but I am still the oldest among our group. I have to pick a stronger opponent to block the gun for the little brother below me, hehe." At this time, the veteran said .
"Huh?" The instructor didn't expect that this veteran would dare to talk to him like this, but what he said was quite high-sounding.
At this time, the veteran had already walked out of the queue, and then he turned to look at the soldiers who were not in his group.
Before the instructor could say anything, he already pointed his hand and said, "It's just you!"
The instructor couldn't stop the soldiers from whispering to each other in the queue and twisting their necks to look at each other. Naturally, no one dared to look. But when the veteran pointed out that the opponent he was referring to came out, everyone saw it.
The opponent the veteran found for himself was only in his twenties, but his figure was half a head taller than him!
"Old Bangzi, don't blame me for seeking death!" The young soldier was obviously not a gas-efficient lamp either.
"Shut your mouths. What's the point of talking? Get a gun!" the instructor said angrily because the veteran ignored him.
After a while, the young soldier held the wooden gun and put the bayonet in the ready position.
On the other hand, the veteran stood loosely. Although his posture with the gun in both hands was not bad, the head of the gun was pointed at the ground.
Before the instructor could give the order to start the fight, the veteran spoke again, but this time he was not as tough as when he spoke to the instructor just now. His tone sounded like an old man nagging: "Originally, I am Mr. Wang. The hat should not be put on, I am our cook.
Is it okay to make pork stewed with vermicelli for everyone? Who has practiced bayonet? I am quite familiar with the kitchen knife.
How can I, a bastard like me, stand up to you? Please be gentler later! "
The young soldier across from him had always looked down upon the veteran, and never thought he would say such a thing.
You must know that these people are really selected from hundreds of people above. They are called special training teams.
And then this group of soldiers came, it would be fine if they were all tall, short, fat and thin, but there were also old and young. Isn't this contempt for the elite of the Northeast Army?
The young soldier had a look of disdain on his face just now when Old Hat Wang stood on the opposite side to select people. Now when he saw that the veteran who called himself "Old Hat Wang" was so sarcastic, he sneered. Come out!
"Are you so stubborn when you meet Japanese devils? Come on!" At this time, the instructor was really irritated by this veteran named Wang Laomao!
Say "on" and that means two people can compete.
The veteran's reaction was faster than that of the young soldier.
But the problem is, instead of moving forward this time, he drags the gun back with both hands!
Only then did the young soldier on the opposite side react. With disdain on his face, he jumped forward with a lunge and stabbed the veteran's chest with his wooden spear!
Since the two people were facing each other just now, the distance between the two sides was less than the distance of two shots, and the distance of one shot was still a bit long.
The young soldier jumped forward again and handed the wooden gun forward, but the veteran was retreating. In this way, the gun seemed to hit the veteran, but in the end it was still a little bit short.
"Fuck you, old slick guy!" The young soldier cursed, and at the same time, he stepped forward with his hind foot and lunged forward again. In his opinion, where would the old soldier hide this time if he was slick again?
But this time he was wrong. The veteran did not hide this time, but came forward with the wooden gun in his hand. When the wooden guns of the two sides met, the young soldier felt the wooden gun in his hand shake, and the wooden gun in his hand shook. The gun was knocked a little crooked by someone else's wooden gun.
But if it was just a little crooked, it would be fine. But because he pounced too hard, his entire body's center of gravity was placed on the wooden gun. As soon as the wooden gun moved, his entire body's center of gravity was out of control. jumped forward.
And this is inertia. What is inertia? If we don't use new force to counterattack, it wouldn't be called inertia.
But at this time, the wooden gun that blocked him halfway was already coming towards him!
By this time, it was already too late for the young soldier to hide any longer, and the wooden spearhead hit him directly in the lower abdomen!
From the perspective of a bystander, it was as if the young soldier threw himself directly onto the wooden gun in the veteran's hand!
Although he was covered with a protective straw bag and the head of the wooden gun was wrapped with cotton, the young soldier was so angry that he screamed "Ouch" and threw the gun away. I squatted down with my belly in my hands!
At this time, the veteran held the gun in one hand and stepped back, as if he was afraid that the young soldier would get angry and hit him again.
At this time, the expressions of the soldiers who were watching changed. Although it was impossible for the soldiers to whisper to each other due to discipline, there was still a slight sound of surprise in the queue.
Although the veteran and the young soldier were just competing for a test, the instructor just said that everything should be based on actual combat.
Since everything starts from actual combat, this bayonet fight is over, and the young soldier has lost.
This is a wooden gun. If this is a rifle with a bayonet, then this young soldier is destined to be penetrated by the bayonet!
But at this moment, the veteran Wang Lao Mao, who had already put away his gun and dodged, showed a hint of unnoticed pride in his eyes.
You little bastard, if you dare to challenge me, I won’t even call you Mr. Wang until you tell the truth!
At first, the instructor asked Mr. Wang to be the first to fight with the bayonet, but he really didn't want to do it.
It is true that Mr. Wang is a veteran, but a more accurate way of saying it would be to call him Lao Lao Youzi.
He didn't care how the instructor suppressed him. If he wanted to go back to the 7th Brigade, he could just twist his ass and go back.
It was you who asked me to leave. I’m not a deserter. I don’t want to lose a piece of flesh even if I’m looked down upon!
As for the instructor calling himself Lao Tzu, he didn't mind.
The Northeastern Army is like this nowadays. It's okay for him to talk like a boss every day, but it's not okay for others to talk like mother? That doesn't make sense!
He just felt that if he returned to the 7th Brigade, it wouldn't be as fun as his group, so he decided to make a move.
As for what the instructor said about him, he wouldn't take it seriously at all.
I think that when he and Shang Zhen selected people from their own brigade, they also used the method of provoking generals, but he had already used this instructor's method!
He had previously stood up to pick his opponent without the instructor's permission. It seemed casual, but in fact he was really selective.
It was also the young soldier's misfortune. At that time, the soldier looked at Old Man Wang in an unfriendly manner, so Mr. Wang picked him out.
Wang Lao Mao picked this soldier as his opponent not just because he wanted to beat him to vent his anger, but because he believed that since this soldier looked down on him, he would naturally underestimate the enemy and be impetuous if he became his opponent.
Mr. Wang has reason to believe that the opponent's level of bayonet fighting must be higher than his own, but the opponent's actual combat experience may not necessarily make him better than him.
But he took advantage of the opponent's impatience and looked down on himself to show the enemy's weakness, and then gave the opponent a "fatal" blow!
It's a joke that the little Jia Qiao'er (bird), whose fur hasn't fully grown yet, has just learned to fly, can fight against a thief from his hometown!
