After getting up early in the morning, Meng Shaoyuan went directly to the training base.

That is the paramilitary force that he currently attaches most importance to.

All the equipment that Mrs. Rose got for herself was equipped for the special operations team.

During live ammunition training, bullets are very useful.

Not distressed at all.

Anyway, Section Chief Meng has said it before, don't care about money, just practice well and have enough bullets.

Many special agents also took turns to come for training, and were personally selected by Yue Zhenchuan and Wei Yunzhe to become members of the special operations team.

This group is Meng Shaoyuan's favorite.

Old-time brothers like Tian Qi automatically became team members, and the former gendarmerie brought by Yue Zhenchuan were also members.

Then we have to select the best ones from other agents to join the special operations team.

Currently, according to Meng Shaoyuan's idea, the special operations team is organized into three teams, each with 10 to 12 people.

Not only are the weapons better, but their salaries and benefits have also increased.

If you want to make others risk their lives in the future, you must first make them comfortable, and then they will be willing to risk their lives for you.

Yue Zhenchuan and Wei Yunzhe accompanied Meng Shaoyuan to inspect the training base.

Meng Shaoyuan watched for a while, was full of praise, and suddenly asked: "Where is your chef?"

"Yes, it turns out that there is a worker in the second canteen who is responsible for helping us cook every day."

"Take me to the kitchen and take a look."

As soon as I entered the kitchen, the chef and the waiter were preparing lunch together.

A fan of pork is placed there.

As soon as he saw this fan of pork, Meng Shaoyuan immediately frowned and called the chef in front of him: "What's your name?"

"Report to sir, Mao Dali."

"You have enough money to buy groceries, right?"

"It's enough, it's enough."

"Then you just buy this little meat?" Meng Shaoyuan shouted fiercely: "Three meals a day, so many brothers, who will eat this little meat of yours? Give each person some diced meat? You fucking

Go out and take a look. All the brothers are doing is physical work. How will they train if they don’t have enough food? How will they go to the battlefield in the future?"

Mao Dali sweated so much.

"I understand." Meng Shaoyuan's tone became more gentle: "You are greedy for a lot of food money every day, right?"

"No, sir, absolutely not."

Meng Shaoyuan sneered: "When you said the word 'no', your throat moved and you swallowed a mouthful of saliva. That is a typical action when someone is caught lying. Ma Dali, even Japanese spies dare not lie in front of me.

, do you think you can deceive me?"

Mao Dali panicked.

Meng Shaoyuan ordered pork: "From now on, according to the standard of this fan, buy three fans every day, big pieces of braised pork, so that the brothers can eat enough, it's enough. If you don't let me find you spending money on food again,

I won’t fire you even if I use hands or feet. I’ll give you a damn gun, and if there’s a war, you’ll be my vanguard and charge!”

Mao Dali was frightened.

Who in the two departments doesn’t know how terrifying this Chief Meng is?

"What you have learned has led to imitation." After leaving the kitchen, Meng Shaoyuan shook his head repeatedly: "The ones above are greedy, but what about the ones below? If you follow the example, you won't let go of food money."

"Chief Meng." Yue Zhenchuan said: "To be honest, you have been very good to us. As for our salary and food, even the Central Army cannot compare. Mao Dali is a bit fond of petty gains. I know this, but

It’s hard enough for him to be responsible for feeding so many people.”

"Other places can do it, but you can't." Meng Shaoyuan sighed: "You are all my darlings."

Yue Zhenchuan and Wei Yunzhe were excited and looked at each other.

sweetheart?

What is this name?

Damn it, does this Section Chief Meng have a special hobby?

It seems that I need to stay away from him in the future.

Meng Shaoyuan suddenly became unconscious.

That Mr. Lu Qinghong, Mr. Lu, was lying on the ground shooting.

The gun used was a 1924 heavy-barreled shotgun equipped with an optical sight that Mrs. Rose finally bought and had just arrived.

That is the future 98K sniper rifle.

Lu Qinghong is indeed good at shooting, and his bullets are perfect.

This is definitely a sniper in my special operations group.

"Master Lu." Meng Shaoyuan suddenly thought of something and called Lu Qinghong in front of him: "Can you shoot half-kneeling?"

"Half-kneeling shooting?"

Lu Qinghong was startled and shook his head.

Sure enough it won't.

The "King of Glasses" who was a good friend of the military fan of my time told me that he was right. This was the difference in the individual quality of soldiers between China and Japan.

Chinese soldiers, even among the most elite German weapon masters, can only shoot in standing and lying positions, while Japanese soldiers can only shoot in a half-kneeling position.

Because it's really hard to practice.

When shooting in the semi-kneeling position, the left calf behind the gun bears part of the weight of the gun. The left elbow cannot be close to the body and has no fixed support, which makes it difficult for the gun to be closely integrated.

But if practiced well, this shooting posture, for an individual soldier, has a low center of gravity, easy to control the torque, and it is also easy to adjust the comfortable shooting posture in time, such as quickly changing from a half-kneeling position to a prone shooting position, which is beneficial to increase the number of shots

degree of stability.

In a battlefield environment, it is less likely to be attacked by explosions and has a low target, which also reduces the possibility of being hit by the enemy to a certain extent.

Especially during individual tactical charges, half-kneeling shooting will become more useful.

However, Meng Shaoyuan didn't know how to practice. If he had known better, he would have consulted the King of Glasses for advice.

Also, the Japanese attack was completely different from what was seen in movies and TV shows.

As soon as the Japanese commander drew his command sword and shouted, "Kill as many as you can, I'll give you to you." The Japanese soldiers in the brigade became stupid and swarmed forward, becoming easy targets for others.

On the contrary, the Japanese army basically did not speak during the attack. They formed a small team of five or six people and relied on gestures to communicate.

This is very similar to the German attack mode, where all team members ensure the output of the main firepower point.

Meng Shaoyuan hated himself a little. When he was bragging to the Glass King, why didn't he listen more and remember more? Otherwise, he wouldn't have such a pitiful amount of military knowledge in his head.

He couldn't care so much anymore. A bottle of water didn't ring, and a half-filled bottle of water jingled. Anyway, he remembered something in his mind, and he told Yue Zhenchuan and the others about it all.

Although what he said was limited, it seemed that a new door had opened in front of people like Yue Zhenchuan.

These people were all professional soldiers, and some came from China's ace troops such as the 88th Division. Although Meng Shaoyuan didn't say it very clearly, they already had a vague idea of ​​how to train next.

"Chief Meng, you still say you don't understand military affairs?" Yue Zhenchuan said in a daze: "I heard from my previous commander that the German consultants also talked about the offensive tactics of the German army during training, but most of our soldiers

Most of them have low cultural background and are difficult to master. So later, German consultants changed the training methods based on the actual situation in China..."

Yes, there are various factors such as low cultural background and physical fitness.

Therefore, at this time, the Chinese army can form several elite armed forces, but if they are all exhausted, they will be gone.

For example, your own special operations team.

If you train according to your own requirements, you will definitely become an elite armed force when war breaks out.

But what about the future?

In war, people will definitely die.

When the members of the Special Operations Group are killed one after another, who will fill their vacancies?

Forget it, prodigal women just live one day at a time.

When it was time for lunch, Meng Shaoyuan stayed here to eat.

Lu Qinghong and "Baylor" Tan Xinyi were born to be bitter enemies. The two of them would not stop during meals, taunting each other and almost starting to fight again.

"If you want to fight, wait until Chief Meng leaves. I'll find a place for you to practice alone." Meng Shaoyuan was here, and his men were still messing around. Yue Zhenchuan felt a little embarrassed on his face: "Whoever doesn't see blood, the one who stops is the bastard."

Egg!"

"Rice bucket" Qiu Haisheng didn't care about them, and while they were arguing, the third bowl of rice was served.

"Hey, leave some fucking meat for me. Do you want to eat it from the vegetable basin? You are such a fucking mess." Wei Yunzhe was a little anxious.

Meng Shaoyuan smiled.

These foul-mouthed people are all real soldiers, and when it comes time to risk their lives, no one will be hesitant.

"Mao Dali!" Meng Shaoyuan happened to see Mao Dali, pointing at the vegetable basin: "Did you see, even the good things you did, you don't even have enough meat to eat!"

"I'm going to buy it now. I'll let the brothers eat it tonight!"

How dare Mao Dali be negligent?

"Let me tell you, Chief Meng." Mr. Baylor said in a sinister tone: "Master Lu's family is engaged in big business, and you also have a big company? In our case, it must not have been paid by your spy chief, right? What about you?"

It’s a double salary, and you’re eating and drinking all day long, so it’s going to cost a lot of money, right? You have to pay it all out of your own pocket?”

Meng Shaoyuan said with a smile: "Isn't it me who pays for it, or does your Manchurian emperor give me money? Eat it with confidence. I have nothing but money. I have opened seven companies and eight factories, and one tael of gold has landed on the ground."

I’m too lazy to pick them up. Why? If I had the time to pick up small yellow croakers, I would have already earned ten large yellow croakers.”

"Yes, they all say that we Eight Banners disciples are good at blowing. You, Commander Meng, are the king of blowing. You talk nonsense without blinking an eye." Lord Baylor was finally convinced:

"Return to the emperor? The emperor went to fucking Manchuria to be a puppet for the Japanese, and established what kind of fucking Manchukuo? I'm still saying this. If the emperor can really restore the Qing Dynasty in Beijing, I will now

Just go to them."

Lu Qinghong would never miss any opportunity to mock Tan Xinyi: "Oh, Mr. Baylor, it's been the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, and you are still thinking about your Qing Dynasty?"

"That's orthodoxy. You are all rebels, do you understand?" Mr. Beile glared: "When the Manchus' true emperor comes out and the Qing Dynasty is restored, I will be the first to chop at the market.

Off your head."

"Hey, I'm scared of what you're saying. But why are you joining us, the rebel bandits?"

Unexpectedly, Lord Baylor did not retort this time, but instead sighed:

"Manchus and Han people, that is our family matter. We are being bitten by bandits outside now. We have lost the Longxing land of the Qing Dynasty. Let's leave the family matters aside. Let's rob the bandits first.
Chapter completed!