Chapter 123: Duel with Wang Wei Dayong, Sharpshooter Thief Nine
Located in the west empty area of Chenjiayu Village.
Jing Dagang was appointed by Zhou Weihan as the on-site commander of this competition. According to the procedure, the individual competition will be held first, and the participating fighters are being drawn.
"Commander, the wind is relatively strong now. Should we wait for the wind to calm down before conducting live ammunition shooting?" Jing Dagang asked for instructions.
"No, we can encounter any kind of bad weather on the battlefield. Is this a choice we can make? Let's proceed as normal!" Zhou Weihan said.
"yes"
The grenade throwing area is marked with five white dividing lines, 30 meters, 40 meters, 50 meters, 60 meters, and 70 meters. Each section has a white circle with a diameter of three meters, dotted with a white center in the middle.
In order to be closer to actual combat, the throwing methods of the soldiers are divided into three types. The first is to throw while lying on the ground, the second is to throw on the spot, and the third is to throw as a run-up. Each type has two opportunities and is comprehensively evaluated.
The soldiers used the Chinese army's Gong grenade, which is imitated from the German M24 series of long-handled grenades, with a detonation time of four to five seconds.
It began to be equipped with a large number of troops in 1939. Its main characteristics are that the projectile is shorter, only 0.22 meters, which is two-thirds of the M24. It weighs only 450 grams, about 70% of the M24, and the shape of the wooden handle is also
Adjustments have been made to make it more portable.
The Gong grenade was mass-produced and used during the Anti-Japanese War. It is more suitable for the arm strength and physical strength of Chinese soldiers than the M24, and is deeply loved by Chinese soldiers. The disadvantage is that compared with the genuine M24 and British and American grenades, it is less powerful.
50 grams of TNT, but it is much stronger than the grenades made in the border areas of the Eighth Route Army.
In later generations, there was a special assessment standard for the distance at which soldiers threw grenades. 30 meters, 35 meters and 40 meters corresponded to the three levels of "pass, good, and excellent" respectively. Throwing distances exceeding 50 meters will be officially stamped.
A bomb-throwing expert."
For example, in "Bright Sword", Li Yunlong once said an interesting thing. He said, "Even women can throw at least 30 meters."
In fact, this is a bit nonsense, especially in trenches on flat ground. In this era of no oil, water, and food, most soldiers would not be able to throw this distance without a long period of training.
The record for the highest grenade thrown by our army is recorded to be 102 meters. This distance still holds the record.
The soldiers were arranged in groups of ten, five to six meters apart.
Basically, all the soldiers on the field are big and round. Throwing grenades is not only a technical job, but also a physical job. If you squat in the trench, you won't be able to throw it far without any arm strength.
"Hey, who of you is this warrior?" Li Yunlong asked, looking at a slightly thin warrior on the field.
"This soldier from our regiment is called Wang Gensheng. Despite his thin body, he is very good at throwing grenades. He can hit anywhere within 40 meters, which is more accurate than a Japanese grenade!" Kong Jie praised.
"That's really a good move!" Li Yunlong knew for the first time that he didn't break up with Kong Jie.
"Okay!" A roar broke out on the field.
It turned out that a soldier threw it more than 60 meters away in one run, and he threw it accurately within the circle.
"Which regiment of soldiers are this from?" the brigade commander who was watching the game turned around and asked.
Zhou Weihan pushed through the crowd and said: "Hey, this is a soldier from our new second regiment, the guard company's cooking squad. This guy usually flips a big pot to cook for everyone. I know that his arm strength is not weak, but I didn't expect that he could throw it like this.
allow."
"Old Zhou, you are burying your talents. What a pity you let such a good soldier stay in the cooking class. Let him follow me as a guard!" Li Yunlong was sour that he directly asked Zhou Weihan for help.
"Screw you, uncle, my guard can even pull out any soldier to become the squad leader, even the cooking squad." Zhou Weihan said with a hint of satisfaction.
On the other side, there was a one-on-one bayonet fight, and the scene became more intense, with several circles of people inside and outside.
On the field, a group of ten people are fighting. It is summer now. In order to reduce unnecessary casualties among the soldiers, the soldiers participating in the competition are all wearing cotton-padded clothes on their upper bodies. They are using wooden guns used for daily training. The gun heads are wrapped in rags and stained with water.
Apply white ash.
The most attractive person on the field was Wei Dayong. At this time, he was already the fourth opponent in the round. Within a few rounds, he found an opportunity to hit the vital points of the first three opponents and fell to the ground.
The competition reached the fourth round, and among the twelve fighters on the field, every one of them was a good player.
The two people on the field were taking small steps with their guns pointed downwards. They were observing each other carefully. Wei Dayong saw that the other party seemed a little impatient, deliberately missed a flaw, and staggered.
The opponent made a thrust, and the wooden gun in his hand was placed horizontally on Wei Dayong's gun body, heading straight for the vital point. Unexpectedly, Wei Dayong held the gun in one hand, turned around and hit the opponent's thigh directly with the butt of the gun, and then swept his leg clean.
Knock him down neatly.
"Okay!" There was a burst of applause from the audience.
Everyone present is knowledgeable. Judging from the strength shown by Wei Dayong in the previous two games, when the two wooden guns were put together, Wei Dayong was able to grasp the opponent's wooden gun and hit the vital point directly.
"Brother, are you okay?" Wei Dayong helped his opponent and asked with concern.
"It's okay, comrade. I'm Liu Dazhu of the New Regiment. I'm also a good bayonet player in our regiment. I didn't expect to meet an expert." Liu Dazhu gritted his teeth and kept his mouth shut.
"New Second Regiment Wei Dayong." The two of them saluted each other and formally introduced themselves.
"Who is this Wei Dayong? He is really talented, his movements are steady, ruthless and clean." someone in the crowd asked.
"Haha, this is the guard of our group leader. He is a tough guy. Few people in our group are his opponents. According to him, he used to be a monk in Shaolin Temple for several years and his martial arts skills are very good.
Got it." The soldier of the New Second Regiment on the side introduced the origin of Wei Dayong.
"Damn it, why are you so good? It turns out that you studied martial arts in Shaolin Temple! It seems that he is the first one!" Everyone exclaimed.
The individual competitions were in full swing on the court, and Zhou Weihan and the other three followed the deputy chief of staff and brigade commander around.
"Yes, you three regiments are really capable! It seems that you usually lead the team well." The brigade commander said with a smile.
Li Yunlong looked at the brigade commander's smiling face and felt in his heart: "Brigade commander, what is this? I can't compare with you, brigade commander."
"Li Yunlong, please don't give me a high hat. If you praise you, you can continue. But I have to say something ugly first. I will praise you a few times. Don't get carried away. Will you try to trick me later? I won't be able to forgive you then.
You." The brigade commander had a straight face and looked for an opportunity to hit Li Yunlong.
"Brigadier, this is really a huge injustice. We have been keeping to our own responsibilities during this period, for fear of violating discipline." Li Yunlong defended.
"Haha, I hope it's as you said. If I hear again that you and the political commissar are not getting along and have conflicts, be careful and I will remove you from your post." said the brigade commander.
Li Yunlong shrank his neck and did not dare to speak. Even though this guy was so arrogant, the brigade commander had to deal with him.
"Hey, which regiment does this sharpshooter belong to?" the deputy chief of staff asked, pointing at Thief Nine.
"Chief of Staff, this is my guard Zhang San." Zhou Weihan did not dare to call Thief Nine directly for fear of causing unnecessary misunderstandings.
"He is a good prospect and has the potential to serve as a sniper. A real sniper should not only have accurate marksmanship, but also be integrated with the surrounding environment and not be disturbed by the outside world." The deputy chief of staff praised.
At this time, the shooting group has reached the last round. The wind is strong or not, and the loess blown by the wind can easily interfere with the sight.
The target position has been moved from 300 meters to 500 meters away. Each person has three shots. Just now Thief Nine has taken the lead and fired a shot, hitting the bullseye. The others are still waiting for the opportunity.
At this time, Thief Jiu was lying on the ground, with his face facing the sky, his eyes half-closed, his tongue slightly sticking out, feeling the direction of the wind, completely ignoring the comments of the people around him about his weird behavior, and gunshots kept ringing around him.
Thief Jiu suddenly turned around, straightened his posture, pulled the bolt of the gun, and pulled the trigger, hitting the bullseye with almost no aim.