"Heizi... come, come here, call uncle, I'll give this to you!" On a temporary bed in the field hospital, a soldier with a bandage on his arm was teasing a child with an apple.

"Uncle!" Heizi is not big, but the little guy who just ate an apple knows that it is a good thing.

"Hahaha... Come on, go on!" The wounded man gave Heizi the apple that only the sick had.

"Mao Sanbai, please calm down! This apple is a sick meal for your wounded. How dare you take it out and try to survive! Heizi, come to Auntie, Auntie has sweets to eat!"

A female nurse wearing a military uniform and a white coat entered the room, picked up Heizi, put the apple in Mao Sanbai's hand, glared at him and went out.

"Hahaha... Three hundred, Heizi called Xia Zhaodi aunt, and you are my uncle. Do you have any thoughts about Zhaodi?" Xia Zhaodi led Heizi out of the house, and the wounded people beside him immediately started laughing.

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"Go, go, what nonsense are you talking about! But speaking of it, if my sister hadn't been buried alive by the white dog, the child would have been this big!" Mao Sanbai suddenly said.

"White dog...sigh..." The person who laughed just now stopped laughing. Instead, he looked at the blue sky and white sun emblem on the military cap and didn't know what he was thinking.

Among these people who were born in the Soviet areas of Hubei, Henan, and Anhui, and those soldiers who came from other old areas, who doesn't have a blood feud with the white dogs?

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. We'll talk about everything after the national war! But it's good to have a black guy here. It saves us brothers from looking at me and looking at you. At least there is another one.

Children can play!" Mao Sanbai said.

"Hahaha... That's right. Looking at his carefree look, we feel that the wounds on our bodies don't hurt anymore! Besides, we fight the Japanese with all our lives just to make these children live.

Carefree?" Another wounded soldier said.

"Are you finished? Hurry up and go to bed!" Xia Honghua's voice came from far away.

"Shush shush...sleep, sleep..." There was no movement in the ward...

All this in the ward was noticed by Lei Dapeng, who was secretly watching his son from outside, and Zhao Fengnian, who brought him over. Then they secretly glanced at Lei Heizi, who was eating sweets next to Xia Zhaodi, and the two of them quietly

He walked out of the gate of the field hospital and walked away under the watchful eyes of the guards.

"Did you see it? Your Heizi is the treasure of the whole group here and is pampered by everyone! So, Dapeng, don't think about anything after you go back! If you want your Heizi to live a better life in the future, then kill more

Japs!" Zhao Fengnian said to Lei Dapeng as he walked away.

"Captain, don't worry! From now on, my life, Lei Dapeng's, belongs to the team! I will never think about anything else until the Japanese are beaten away! A man in the mountains keeps his word!" Lei Dapeng

Peng assured.

"Well, let's go back! I think Chang Yi wants to train you into a grenade soldier. Practice well with Chang Yi. I heard him say that that little thing is a weapon for killing enemies!" Zhao Fengnian patted Lei Dapeng.

on his shoulders and carried him back to the station.

"Wang Xiaoer, how are you practicing your marksmanship?" Just as Lei Dapeng secretly looked at his son, Hu Changyi called Wang Xiaoer over, patted his shoulder and asked. At the same time, the system's prompt tone also sounded to Hu Changyi

rang in his mind.

"Ding, the host spent 75 merit points to successfully purchase and transfer the 38 rifle shooting skill (mastery level). The host merit points: 1910 points."

"The transfer target, Wang Xiaoer, profession, guerrilla (precision marksman), now masters 50% of the skills, complete mastery time, 3 days. Note: Marksmanship training can accelerate mastery, live ammunition shooting training has the best effect. Note, same type

For skills, the transfer fee will be charged at half price for the second time.”

That's right, as Hu Changyi's targeted precision shooter, he purchased proficiency-level 38 rifle shooting skills from the system and passed them on to Wang Xiaoer.

Although this was a waste of skill resources, Hu Changyi still did it because he knew how effective a precision shooter would be if he used it well.

Of course, the reason why he chose Wang Xiaoer was that Wang Xiaoer was a waiter and was very good at recognizing people in the crowd. With such a person as a precision shooter, he could quickly distinguish them from the chaotic battlefield environment.

Kill the most threatening or valuable target.

After passing on Wang Xiaoer, Hu Changyi continued to chat with the guerrillas, which made Xing Dezheng feel that Hu Changyi was stealing work.

Of course, Hu Changyi did not just chat for free, but transferred his proficient-level 38 rifle shooting skills to the four team members Liu Qiusheng, Wang Han, Bi Yanzhou, and Zhao Dabao, which cost him a full 160 merit points.

Seeing that there were still 1,750 merit points left, Hu Changyi felt a little distressed, but he had no choice. He needed to strengthen the combat effectiveness of the guerrillas, and time and financial resources did not allow for long-term shooting training, so he had no choice but to do this.

"Okay, Chang Yi, Lei Dapeng's matter has been resolved. While you have time now, you can tell him about the grenade!" Zhao Fengnian came back and brought back Lei Dapeng with a new mental outlook.

Peng.

"Come on, Dapeng, how do you know about distance measurement? It means distance measurement with the naked eye. Can you do this?" Hu Changyi said enthusiastically, lining up Lei Dapeng's shoulders.

"Ranging, I'm really good at this, but it's not very accurate..." Lei Dapeng said shyly.

"Well, no matter whether you know it or not, you will know it in a few days anyway..." Hu Changyi thought silently in his heart. That's right, in the few times just now, Hu Changyi's merit points have lost 100 points, leaving only

1650 points.

As for Lei Dapeng, he was unknowingly imparted with proficient grenade shooting skills and range-finding abilities...

Okay, if you think about it this way, the skills that Hu Changyi exchanged for himself before seem to be a bit repetitive, but now and then, no one knows what will happen in the future, right? Besides, what about capturing grenade launchers in the future? More skills are not enough.

Body.

"Come to Changyi. These are the iron sands that were just taken out of the pot. I dried them. Where do you want to put them?" Hu Changyi had just finished speaking to Lei Dapeng when Chef Fan came.

A small bowl of iron sand was also brought.

"Are these from the pot?" Hu Changyi asked.

"The enemy is in the pot! I chose the best pieces of meat to stew. I didn't expect there to be so much iron sand! Alas... but when you think about the appearance of those Japanese, it's not much.

!" Chef Fan said with a smile.

"Hmm, not much! This can be considered recycling!" Hu Changyi smiled and took the iron sand, then poured it into a bag specially designed for iron sand fragments.
Chapter completed!