It was the meal time when Guo and Wu Fei came. There was only a basin of spices, a plate of pickles and a pot of sorghum rice on the table. It seemed that it was the lunch for Captain Wu and his team. But since they came, Captain Wu, as the owner, naturally would not entertain guests like this. When he entered the house, he whistled: "Dachun, go to the hometown house to buy a chicken and ask Aunt Zhao to cook it, then stir-fry the eggs and put some noodles."

"This is not OK. Captain Wu, you can eat whatever you eat. If you have to kill the chicken, you will drive Guo away."

Of course, Uncle Guo would not make people spend money. Wu Fei and the others may not know, but he knew that the Baishishan guerrillas were not having a good time. When they were more affordable, they would still help the poor fellow villagers. If it weren't for the victory last time, they might not have such food.

"Guo Zhuan, don't say that. You and the brothers in Ermashan are our friends. As the saying goes, there is good wine when your friends come. Although we don't have good wine, we can't let our friends eat rough food no matter how hard we try." Captain Wu persuaded Uncle Guo, while instructing his subordinates: "Dachun, go quickly, Guo Zhuan and the others should be hungry, please ask Aunt Zhao to speed up."

"Brother Dachun, you can't follow your captain. If you listen to Guo, don't kill chickens and don't fry eggs. If you have noodles, just put some noodles." Uncle Guo was afraid that the person named Dachun would not listen to him, so he said, "Aren't you talking about competing with Xiaole? As long as you listen to me about this, I will let Xiaole compete with you in the afternoon."

"Captain, look..."

Obviously, Uncle Guo's next sentence worked, and Dachunzi obviously hoped to compete with Xiaole.

"Since the head of Guo said this, then do as he said. Just ask Aunt Zhao to do it quickly, the guests are all hungry."

Captain Wu is not a shy person. Uncle Guo said this, so he no longer insisted on being polite.

The noodles were brought quickly, a whole basin was brought, and a large bowl of yellow scrambled eggs and a small bowl of hot spicy hotpot.

Wu Fei and the other three were already hungry and didn't care about anything that was not vivid. After serving noodles, they ate several bowls of spicy pickles and eggs.

It was not until they had enough food and drink that Captain Wu and the Baishishan people, none of them moved noodles and eggs, were sorghum sweet potatoes and pickles. This made Wu Fei feel a little feverish on his face. Looking at Xiaole and Xiaotong, they were also a little embarrassed.

Wu Fei felt that the people from Baishishan were quite good, but after today's experience, he would have a better impression. With such an outstanding team and such an excellent leader, Wu Fei firmly believes that their future will be infinitely bright.

After a while of rest, Dachun and the others pulled Xiaole to compete.

Uncle Guo was also happy to see Xiaole and Wu Fei and others seeing what it means to be outsiders, so he immediately agreed to the proposal.

Less than two kilometers behind Zhaojiazhuang is Baishi Mountain, which is a relatively large village. This is why Captain Wu and others chose this as their hometown. There is a wheat threshing farm behind the village, which is the place where villagers use to thresh wheat during busy farming. Now it is not the season, so it has become the training ground for the White Mountain guerrillas.

The threshing farm is next to a bare hill. As long as you set up a target and keep a warning, it will become an excellent shooting range.

The place where Dachun and Xiaole compare guns was chosen here.

When Wu Fei and his team arrived at the training ground, it was exactly the time when the Baishishan guerrillas were preparing for afternoon training. A hundred people were divided into more than ten teams to conduct queue exercises.

Wu Fei had seen and participated in this kind of training on Erma Mountain. Compared with them, although the Baishishan guerrillas were not so neat, they were also very serious. He could see that there were many new recruits among the people who were training, and some of them could not even tell the left and right, but everyone was very serious.

Captain Wu and Dachun were not angry because the recruits did not make a fool of themselves in front of others. Instead, they also asked Uncle Guo to give advice with great enthusiasm.

What kind of person is Uncle Guo? Of course, he would not interfere with his affairs. He smiled and politely refused, and even praised Bai Shishan's strict military discipline.

Since the competition was about to be held, the training would naturally not be completed. Captain Wu gave the order and the threshing ground was quickly empty. Several old soldiers scattered around without any instructions, and they were going to act as guard posts. Such measures were not because of the concern that the gunfire would attract enemies, but because the villagers and the livestock they kept would accidentally enter the shooting range.

Dachun and Xiaole each carried a wooden human-shaped target and inserted it under the hill.

Originally, Xiaole didn't have to do it himself, but Dachun didn't agree to take advantage of him, saying that he was familiar with the shooting range and the target.

Dachun's approach won praise from Uncle Guo, and Wu Fei also admired Dachun's behavior very much. He is a novice. Although he doesn't understand the benefits of doing this, he at least made a gesture, which is much better than the guys in Ermashan.

"Xiaole, are you sure to win him?"

Wu Fei asked softly, of course he wanted to see Xiao Lesheng when he competed with outsiders, although he felt good about the Baishishan guerrillas.

Xiaole squeezed out a little smile and shook his head gently. Seeing that Wu Fei was a little disappointed, he nodded again.

"Brother Xiaole, we each fire five bullets, and all those who hit the target will win. How about it?"

Dachun first drew out a series of ways, but it seemed particularly funny in Xiaotong's ears. He couldn't help laughing. Hitting the target in his mind was the most basic. If he really wanted to compete like this, he would probably beat them even if Xiaole didn't have to play.

"Xiaotong!"

Uncle Guo's face turned fierce and his eyes were harsh, and he scolded him.

"Brother Xiaotong is also interested? Why don't we have a competition later?"

Captain Wu and Dachun were not angry because of Xiaotong's smile, but a thin and black young man next to Dachun glared at him.

"Okay, just compare."

Xiao Tongba is not allowed to show off his marksmanship. She has been suppressed by Xiaole at home. Judging from Wu Fei's development trend, it is inevitable to surpass himself. Since the family is not as good as being majestic outside, it is also good to be majestic outside.

"Brother Xiaole, I'll show my ugly first. If you think it's OK, let's take the formal competition."

Dachun took off the spear on his shoulder, which was the Japanese-style 38th cover.

In Wu Fei's memory, Dachun was a machine gunner last time, so why did he suddenly change to a rifle? He immediately understood that this competition was not as simple as he imagined.
Chapter completed!