At the gate of Makar's farm, the young girls and boys who got off the bus were greeted by Suisui and a female classmate and divided into two groups according to gender. They were then led by Mexican cowboy Diego and his wife respectively.
Then, they lined up and entered the two large Indian tents set up on the grass in the distance.
When everyone, including the chef, Master Sun, lined up to come out of the other end of the tent, they had each changed into a set of retro denim clothes with a strong Victorian style. Among them, there were many
The girl was wearing the kind of floor-length skirt you only see in western cowboy movies.
But without exception, these men and women who had changed their outfits all had a cowhide holster with beautiful patterns hanging on their waists, and there was a revolver inserted in the holster. Not only that, but everyone
On his shoulder, he also carried a lever rifle that looked very period.
"Makar, is it dangerous to fire a gun when you come up?"
Wei Ran asked in fear, and at the same time secretly cursed that the other party's body was indeed full of blood. If there was an accident, everyone present would probably be in trouble.
"Don't worry," Makar replied confidently, "I just sent out weapons. I won't send them bullets as well."
Wei Ran turned around and looked at Suisui, who looked like Chang Suisui next to him, but in the end he didn't say anything.
At the same time, there were several young people dressed in the same cowboy style who were carrying everyone's luggage from the bus to a horse-drawn caravan with the same retro flavor. The person in charge of driving was Diego's daughter.
.
Led by Makar, his partner Diego and the middle-aged cowboys around them, these thirty or so people held an unloaded but scary revolver in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, as if they were traveling through time and space.
Like a stranger, they walked into the camp in the middle of the pasture, talking and laughing.
Taking advantage of the time that Suisui had brought her to divide and allocate the rooms among the fat sheep, Wei Ran approached Makar again and asked curiously, "Didn't it take a lot of effort to prepare these?"
“Far easier than you think”
Makar clapped his fingers and said, "The rooms of our two families are enough to accommodate so many people. The jeans were bought from second-hand stores, and the weapons were borrowed from neighbors and friends. They have not even been issued yet."
The bullets we gave them were all reloaded by ourselves."
At this point, Makar showed a pained expression, "The only place where I spent money was on the custom-made caravans. I spent almost ten thousand dollars on those outdated things."
"I believe you will make it back soon." Wei Ran patted the other party's shoulder, not knowing what to say for a moment.
While the two of them were chatting for a few words, the chef, Master Sun, had already followed Suisui. He greeted Makar, Wei Ran, and Katianka who came over to help, and put the kitchen utensils in the pickup truck.
and various seasonings were all moved to a piece of gravel land that had been cleared in advance on the shore of the lake.
Before they could help set up the formation, the tourists also boarded several horse-drawn caravans led by a few middle-aged cowboys.
"Where are they going?" Suisui couldn't help but ask.
"Go to the cowboy range we recently built."
Makar called for everyone to climb into a caravan, and together with the chattering tourists in front, walked along the gravel beach by the lake to the back of the oak forest on the opposite side.
The layout of this so-called cowboy shooting range is extremely simple. The grass in square bags is soaked with water and then piled up to form a wall to block bullets.
Several tin cans spray-painted with red paint or steel plates cut into various shapes were suspended on the rusty metal shelves, with several balloons filled with water mixed in between.
It seems that at least half of this group of tourists have been to Yinta’s camp, and even a few familiar faces have been to Yinta more than once. To be fair, not only is the cost there much lower, at least it looks better than here
More professional.
Therefore, some of the tourists who had their leeks cut several times by Suisui inevitably showed disappointment on their faces.
But soon, as an old cowboy who looked to be in his forties or fifties came on the field, the disappointment on their faces turned into dullness after Diego blew the whistle.
Not only them, but even Wei Ran, who didn't take it seriously at first, was shocked by the old cowboy's dazzling skills.
Because at the moment when the whistle sounded, the old cowboy quickly pulled out the single-action revolver from the holster on his waist, squeezed the trigger with one hand, and quickly flipped the hammer with the other hand.
Accompanied by several gunshots that were almost connected in a line, before the five balloons scattered everywhere exploded and the water splashed to the ground, the revolver in the old cowboy's hand had been accurately inserted back into the gun.
He also returned to holding the belt buckle with both hands.
"What the hell... Cowboy Iai Slash? American traditional martial arts performance?"
Wei Ran subconsciously muttered something in Chinese. He had really only seen this move in movies. Before that, he never thought he would have the opportunity to see it with his own eyes.
"Old Jerry has been our local cowboy shooting champion for five consecutive years."
Makar said proudly, "Among the people I have ever met, no one can shoot faster and more accurately than Old Jerry. There is no one who can even draw a gun faster than him."
"He is also your neighbor?" Wei Ran asked dully.
"He and Jessica's father are comrades in arms. They fought in the Gulf War together when they were young."
Makar put his arms around his wife and said, "Old Jerry was specially invited by Jessica. In the next few days, he will personally teach everyone how to play with guns in the American way."
"You can't get a few Indians to join in the fun..." Suisui muttered in Chinese. Not even Wei Ran knew about this.
This was not over yet. At the same time as Makar was introducing, several young men brought two more empty oil drums, and the daughter of cowboy Diego handed a revolver to the other party.
"The next thing to perform is cowboy action shooting." Makar's tone was full of expectation, and he stared at Old Jerry who was reloading the revolver with bright eyes.
A moment later, the whistle in Diego's hand blew again, and the old Jerry, who was originally standing holding on to his belt buckle, immediately grabbed the lever rifle placed on the oil drum.
After gunshots were fired almost one after another, a row of ten red tin cans more than ten meters apart exploded one after another, splattering paint of various colors.
Before the last bullet shell hit the ground, Old Jerry had already replaced the empty lever rifle in his hand with two single-action Colt revolvers.
This time, the two revolvers that fired alternately were much slower, but their accuracy was not affected at all. Soon, ten beer cans exploded one after another.
Old Jerry had already stuffed the two pistols back into the holsters on his waist, and picked up the old-fashioned flat-double shotgun and four No. 12 shotguns placed on the second oil drum.
After four more dull gunshots, each of the four washbasin-sized circular steel plates made a pleasant buzz as the bullets struck one after another.
Almost at the same time that Old Jerry put the double-barreled shotgun back into the oil drum, a boy holding a mobile phone shouted excitedly in English, "24 seconds! 24 shots! One shot per second!"
"Abnormal..." Katenka, who was standing behind Wei Ran, couldn't help but muttered.
"Can you do it?" Wei Ran turned around and asked with interest, and even Suisui looked at Katenka.
The latter spread his hands and said, "I can't do it. I haven't even really fired a gun."
"Would you like to try it?"
Makar took out an iron box containing bullets from the bag he carried and handed it over, "These bullets are reloaded by ourselves. The amount of powder is only half or even one-third of the normal amount, and the recoil is almost negligible."
, it’s very easy to play.”
"I'll forget it," Katenka was the first to refuse. "This is not a sport I'm good at. I'd better concentrate on being an interpreter."
“I’ll forget it too”
When Suisui saw that the classmates she had assigned were already practicing oral English with the professional cowboys using their barely passing CET-4 English, making gestures and guessing, she immediately pulled Katenka and ran over.
Seeing that Makar, who had been rejected continuously, looked at him, Wei Ran, who couldn't help at all because he didn't speak English, happily took the iron box.
This small box contains 24 rounds of ammunition. Except for four rounds of the largest brass shells, the rest are for revolvers and lever rifles.
Following Makar to another shooting position next door, Wei Ran hung a holster on each side of his waist under the former's guidance with great interest, and then he unhurriedly loaded the lever rifle and revolver.
It was stuffed with hand-loaded lead-tipped bullets.
"First hit ten red targets with the lever rifle, then ten blue targets with the revolver, and finally four yellow targets with the shotgun."
Makar briefly explained the rules, and finally reminded him again, "The whistle is a signal. The muzzle of the gun can only be pointed at the target. It will be a foul if it exceeds the horizontal line of the body. Give me the signal when you are ready."
Hearing this, Wei Ran nodded, "Let's get started!"
As the whistle sounded, Wei Ran immediately grabbed the lever rifle placed on the oil drum and started shooting.
Accompanied by gunshots one after another, Wei Ran deliberately missed a few targets, then hurriedly pulled out the revolvers on both sides of his hips and started shooting.
After making a clanging noise, Wei Ran deliberately appeared to be in a hurry and shot the last four rounds with the old-fashioned shotgun. Then he shook his head helplessly, "This is too difficult for me. I am still the first one."
Using three weapons at once in such a short period of time."
"76 seconds," Makar put away his phone and said with a smile, "Victor, although you have never played with a gun before, this score is really bad."
"It seems I really have no talent in shooting."
Wei Ran said with pretense of regret. He had to admit that although he was suspected of deliberately letting the water fall, he also knew that even if he did not let the water fall, he would not be able to achieve a score of less than 30 seconds.
Not to mention that these guns are not the same as the ones he has used. It is not a problem to shoot quickly or accurately alone, but if you want to use these weapons in combination to shoot quickly and accurately, it is far from what he thought.
It's so simple.
After experiencing the traditional American martial arts program, Wei Ran no longer wanted to join in the fun, and took the initiative to take over the nanny job to help take care of the children. He held Makar's son Gorman and sat on a large boxcar while no one was around.
Noticing himself, he made a video call with Jima.
Not surprisingly, the person on the other end of the video is not the quarter horse who is attending class, but instead the husky Mr. Gorbachev keeps at the Hongqi Forest Farm.
But while Wei Ran was chatting to himself and teasing the little guy in his arms, Gorman's suppressed and indistinct murmurs came from the speaker of the mobile phone.
"Victor, what are you talking about?" Makar came to Wei Ran carrying two cans of cold beer.
Seeing this, Wei Ran made way for Makar and pointed to the playful husky on the screen and said, "I'm going to show Gorman my good friend. I haven't seen him for a long time. Some
Not too reassured."
Makar came closer, looked at the swaying husky on the screen and asked, "What's its name?"
"Call me daddy," Wei Ran, who had ulterior motives, said in Russian mixed with Chinese.
"father?"
Makar, who had no idea that he was having a video with his biological father, repeated in confusion, "What a strange name."
“Really weird”
Wei Ran smiled and handed the little guy in his arms to Makar. While teasing the drooling little guy, he turned to the phone and looked at the little guy and asked, "Gorman, you
Do you like him?"
The little guy in Makar's arms obviously couldn't understand Russian, but he clapped his little hands and muttered something vaguely.
On the other end of the video call, Gorman bit his cuffs, trying not to make any sound. At the same time, he accidentally shook away the turbid tears that had already flowed out while nodding desperately.
"Gorman, do you like him? Do you want us to get one too?" Makar asked in English while holding his son.
"Doesn't he understand Russian yet?" Wei Ran, who knew what he was asking, stalled for time as he had nothing to say.
"I'm usually too busy, so Jessica takes care of him."
There was guilt in Makar's tone, "My mother usually teaches him some Russian words when she has time. Now this little guy can mix English and Russian at every turn. I even had some problems with Jessica because of these little things.
dispute."
"It doesn't matter, there will be plenty of time in the future."
Wei Ran glanced at the screen without trace, picked up the beer Makar had just brought, opened it and touched it with the other party. Under the bright sunshine, they chatted about the arrangements for the next few days.
After finishing the can of beer, Makar pointed to the distance and said, "Okay Victor, let's get ready for lunch. I'll take you to ride horses in the afternoon."
"Although I may not be good at shooting, riding a horse is my strength!"
"You know how to ride a horse?" Makar asked in surprise.
"Of course!" After Wei Ran finished speaking, he sighed silently, picked up his phone and closed the video call that had been on.
