"Come, have a drink!" Crazy Chen fulfilled his promise just a few days after returning.

"I don't know how to drink! Haha, thank you very much, Captain Chen!"

"What man doesn't drink? Come on, let's do it!"

"Liu Lang, just drink some. You don't drink, smoke, and don't look for women. What do you think you can do with your life?" Zhu Zhu looked at us drinking but couldn't drink. He was so anxious that he drooled when he saw me refusing.

Commander Chen's fine wine makes me feel sorry for him, but his words are nonsense.

"Pay attention! Shut your stinky mouth!" The captain knew the policy of the Eighth Route Army, so he quickly stopped Zhu Zhu's nonsense.

"Report!"

"Come in!"

Two soldiers came in at the door of the house, and they knew something was wrong from their looks.

"Report to the leader, our brothers know that Kamo is coming. You always say how powerful they are, so everyone wants to compete with them. Hehe, let me come and ask for permission." This guy's acting skills are really not very good.

He said such a long string of words without even a pause, and even Zhu Zhu rolled his eyes to show that he had seen through this trick.

Captain Chen looked at us all with half-smiling expressions on our faces, glared at the soldier who was speaking, and said with a smile: "Okay, we celebrities don't tell secrets, how about we practice?"

"Let's not show off our three-legged cat skills here!" The captain teased Captain Chen while eating the canned food seized last time.

"Assemble the team to the training ground, they will be there shortly!" They are all smart people. Crazy Chen knew that the captain was joking, so he directly agreed on behalf of the captain.

"To be honest, I am also a decent person and don't want to ask for help. But in order to fight the Japanese, I don't care about anything. I want you to teach my soldiers, and it is best to produce a few sharpshooters like you.

Just ask for anything you need!" Crazy Chen is indeed a cheerful person.

Seeing Madman Chen being so cheerful, the captain immediately stood up and said seriously: "Captain Chen, you may also know who we were in the past, but now that the country is facing a national crisis, if we can do our best, we will do our best. We are walking as we go.

chat!"

Along the way, the captain briefly described to Captain Chen some of the characteristics of our special operations and some of our usual training content, which made Captain Chen's blood boil.

"Comrades from Kami are now welcome to demonstrate their combat skills for us, welcome!" A company commander saw Captain Chen's gesture and shouted quickly. Unfortunately, there were only a few sparse applause from below.

"Bump!" A gun hole appeared on a grass target 200 meters away, and an Eighth Route Army sharpshooter received a roar of applause!

"Haha!" I smiled at the devil and said that this was too childish. If I couldn't hit it, I would be so sorry for the tens of thousands of bullets I had fired through practice.

"Wait! This is such a waste of bullets. Let's do something exciting!" The devil stopped me, holding a lamb shank in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.

"Come on, let's fight!" The demon put the wine bottle in his left hand on the ground and then sat up with arms akimbo, the arc formed by his arms and body just showing the bull's eye.

"Handsome! Liu Lang spanks this guy!" Mao Mao was the first to shout.

"That's right, teach this bastard a lesson!" The mouse was also laughing and joking.

"Showing treasures!" Crosshair also gave a brief comment while holding a wine bottle.

"Hit his balls, hahahaha!" Zhuzi is the most vicious guy, let him brag about how big his dick is!

To be honest, I am still confident about this distance, and I have practiced this kind of pressure training many times before. The devil set me as a target during the first practice. I still remember the first time I trained like this, I aimed half the distance.

I haven't been able to fire the first shot for an hour, but after the first shot hit accurately, the second shot became much easier. Now facing such shooting, I can only call it a game. But seeing that everyone is so interested, I

I also decided to tease the devil.

"Hey, brother, someone wants me to hit your balls. Do you want me to hit the left one or the right one?" I took aim and yelled at the devil!

"Oh! No!" The devil squeezed out a sharp female voice from his throat, and at the same time, the right hand holding the lamb leg immediately protected his crotch, and the entire lamb calf hung between his legs.

"Bump!" A bullet accurately hit the lamb's calf.

The devil raised the lamb shank in his hand, looked at the gun holes in the meat and shouted: "You damn thing, you are ruining things! You bastard!" He took a hard bite of the lamb shank and walked towards us.

"Hahahahaha!" Laughter came from the Eighth Route Army camp.

"Do you usually train like this?" Captain Chen looked at the captain and asked.

"No! This is a game between the two of them, we just practice occasionally!" the captain answered matter-of-factly.

"This training is not suitable for large troops!" Crazy Chen said to himself.

"Indeed, but we also have a lot of common training, such as dropping the gun and aiming, which is very suitable for you, especially the recruits." The captain gave some suggestions.

At noon, we were discussing some aspects of training and actual combat with our brothers from the Eighth Route Army. Everyone except the kitten was gathered in platoons in the middle, looking at the satisfied expression of Crazy Chen in the distance.

It seems that he felt that the meal was worth it and the money was not wasted. This guy is not an ordinary shrewd person.

I was surrounded by an unusually large number of people, and many soldiers who couldn't squeeze in moved elsewhere. I was mainly talking about shooting skills. I was really embarrassed at first. After all, I had only been a soldier for a few months. According to the devil,

The guns haven't been warmed up yet. The guys around me look young, but some of them are already company commanders, so I was really a little guilty at first, but when I saw each one taking notes carefully, I thought a little bit.

I gradually let go. From the knowledge of firearms, ballistic principles, angle of incidence, environmental effects, fixed-point shooting, mobile shooting, and my shooting experience in the past few months, everything I could think of was thrown away.

Come out, if you can kill more Japanese, I am willing to tell you this countless times.

"Can I ask a question?" Looking at the soldiers gradually dispersing around me, I grabbed the soldier who just asked me a question and asked.

"Tell me?" This guy said to me as if he were asking for advice from a teacher.

"To be honest, are you afraid of death?" I knew this was a sharp question, so I didn't ask it in front of everyone, because I would definitely not get a real answer.

The little guy first smiled awkwardly, and then said seriously: "When I first joined the army, I was really afraid of death. The instructor told the recruits: "Don't you want to kill the Japanese for revenge? The more you are afraid of death when facing the Japanese, the more likely you are to die.

, and you will die faster and more, it is a wasted death! The less you are afraid of death, the more you will kill the Japanese. If you don't die, it means you have sacrificed yourself, and it is worth it. Only by destroying the Japanese devils, more villagers will be killed.

Only then can our death be saved from being in vain, and only then can the people of the country have peace." I couldn't understand it at first, and it sounded like a tongue twister, but as time went by, I understood it."

"Then what happens after we actually go to the battlefield?"

"Hehe!" The little warrior smiled naively, touched his head and said: "Before the battle started, I was still a little scared, especially the first time. I couldn't tell whether it was hatred, eagerness for revenge or fear.

, in short, my heartbeat is very strong. As soon as the two sides start fighting, the fearful mood will be much better. The comrades all say: Once the gunshots are fired, parents will raise their children in vain. Eighteen years later, they will go to the battlefield again! Sometimes the battle is particularly brutal.

, watching my brothers from the same village and class fall one by one, I felt that all the blood in my body was rushing to my forehead. At that time, I was really not afraid of death anymore, I just wanted to take revenge, kill the enemy, kill

Japs, we fought more and more and got used to it!

"Then... what if you run out of ammunition and get injured, and the Japanese force you to surrender?" This is a more uncomfortable question, and I hesitated when I asked it!

"Fuck his grandma! Either you die or we live together, or we die together. Surrender alive, it's worse than death!"

Looking at the soldiers walking away, "When the gun fires, my parents raised me in vain. Eighteen years later, I will go to the battlefield again!" His words echoed in my mind for a long time. Overcoming the fear of death requires a support point, and there are many.

Family hatred, some are national hatred, so what am I doing?
Chapter completed!