Following Makar back to his ranch, before Wei Ran could find a suitable learning opportunity, the former took him directly into a garage filled with various tools.
"Bring the gun, I'll help you take care of it."
As Makar spoke, he had taken out a bottle of gun oil and various firearm maintenance tools from the drawer. He lit a cigarette for himself and said, "Even if it is for taking pictures, at least it should look clean.
That’s all.”
Wei Ran opened his mouth, but finally handed the gun bag he had carried all the way to the other party honestly.
Taking the gun bag, Makar opened the gun skillfully. Seeing that there were no bullets inside, he immediately began to disassemble it.
It can be seen that Makar usually does this kind of work frequently, so before he finished smoking the cigarette in his mouth, there was already a pile of parts on the stainless steel table.
After working for a while, old Jerry, who had demonstrated the art of drawing a gun yesterday, happened to walk into the garage...
After some chattering between the two, Old Jerry took over the maintenance work of the gun parts, while Makar took out a stack of coarse sandpaper and began to polish the dirty wooden gun stock.
This firearm does not pay attention to any coating, especially weapons with wooden butts. After being left for a long time and affected by moisture, once the wooden parts are deformed, it will even affect the shooting accuracy of the firearm.
So no matter what, there was nothing wrong with Makar's operation. However, as the traces of time that were sanded away with the sandpaper gradually spread a layer of worthless dust on the clean desktop, it inevitably made Wei Ran feel a little regretful.
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At the same time, the old Jerry also used a large brush to wipe off the accumulated sludge on various parts, and then pointed the air pump gun at the disassembled barrel to blow out all the accumulated stains.
With the cooperation of the old man and the young man, all the parts on the table were cleaned and wiped with diesel fuel, and then a layer of gun oil was applied.
This was not over yet. The old Jerry even used a spray gun he found casually to give the exposed metal parts a set of bluing. He even polished Makar's gun stock carefully and used a large plate to file it carefully.
Repaired it once.
Although Makar did not translate, Wei Ran could also see clearly that the old man had also considered the impact that the deformation of the wooden parts might have on the accuracy of the gun.
As he watched, Makar and Old Jerry were busy until noon, until Master Sun, the chef who came from China with them, had put the rabbits shot by the tourists in the morning into the pot.
The forgotten rifle has also been given a new look.
"Now is the last step."
After Makar communicated with Old Jerry, he said happily, "Old Jerry said that this gun might still be usable, and he is going to help us test-fire it."
"Actually not..."
Before Wei Ran could finish his sentence, Old Jerry, who had just walked out of the garage, took out two green canvas ammunition bags and a much smaller-looking M1 carbine from his car and waved at them.
"Let's go!"
Makar waved to Wei Ran and followed Old Jerry to the birch forest not far away. He said enthusiastically, "Victor, if that gun can be used, we can at least go hunting after lunch."
How about wild boars?”
"Makar, those tourists are the ones who need your key services, I'm just here to join in the fun." Wei Ran reminded helplessly.
"It doesn't matter"
Makar said happily, "With Jessica and the others here, it won't be a problem without the two of us. You can also call Aurora. Meteorites can often be picked up not far from where we hunt wild boars, and tonight
We would have campfire parties there, sit around the fire like cowboys did in the 19th century, and tell scary stories about the Indians."
Exactly the same as Maozi...
Wei Ran shook his head secretly. Even though Makar grew up in the United States, he is really not much different from Russian men. He is really lazy when he can, and leaves his job to women whenever he can. He doesn't have any mentality at all.
burden.
But since the other party said so, Wei Ran couldn't refuse, so he could only respond to you in a presumptuous way, "We'll discuss it with Aurora during the meal," which was a perfunctory response.
During the chat, a group of three people came to the depths of the oak forest. Old Jerry took out a piece of paracord from his pocket, pointed the refurbished rifle at a 45-degree angle to the ground, and tied it firmly to a foot.
On a thigh-thick oak tree.
After shaking the rifle to make sure it wouldn't move, Old Jerry took out a clip from the ammunition pouch at his feet, knocked it against the tree trunk and stuffed it into the chamber.
After finishing all this, Old Jerry took out another section of paracord from his pocket, tied a knot on the trigger, and while unwinding the line, he greeted Wei Ran and Makar, who were watching the fun, and retreated to a thick
behind the oak tree.
Although they were the only three living people near this forest, the old man still counted down to 321 in a serious manner in English that Wei Ran could understand, and then popped out a sentence that Wei Ran had heard in various game movies.
"fire in the hole!", and then pulled the rope in his hand.
"boom!"
There was a crisp gunshot, and a cloud of undetectable smoke emitted from the oak tree with a rifle tied to it about ten meters away.
After waiting for a moment, Old Jerry stood up and walked forward a few meters to take a look, then returned to the oak tree where he was hiding, and pulled the rope tied to the trigger again and again.
When the shells of the last bullet hit the soft grass with a crisp "ding" sound, they hit the soft grass in a parabola. The old man took out a new leaky clip from the ammunition bag, knocked it and replaced it.
Pressed into the rifle at once.
Repeating the process just now, he emptied a missing clip again. Old Jerry took off his rifle, pressed in a missing clip for the third time, pointed the shoulder-end gun at the root of a big tree dozens of meters away, and clicked the button repeatedly.
The trigger.
After one piercing gunshot after another, the overly rigorous old Jerry handed the gun to Wei Ran with satisfaction, then bent down to pick up the ammunition bag at his feet and handed it over, while saying something in his mouth.
"Old Jerry said, be careful when loading bullets, this gun likes to bite your fingers."
Makar helped translate, "So when loading bullets, remember to hold the charging handle with your little finger."
"I'll be careful"
Wei Ran nodded politely to the opponent, put the ammunition bag on his body randomly, took out a leak clip, imitated the opponent's example, knocked it on the tree trunk, and groped it into the rifle.
Speaking of which, this was his first time using this kind of rifle, so it was inevitable that he would be a little unfamiliar with the operation. But even so, there wouldn't be any surprises based on the analogy.
After emptying a clip under the watch of Old Jerry and Makar, Wei Ran curiously asked a question that he might be able to use, "Makar, assuming the bullet in the gun is not empty, or I
How do you load a bullet that is only half out of the clip?"
Hearing this, Makar didn't think twice and translated it directly to Old Jerry, and then explained, "I usually use lever rifles and SKS produced by the Soviet Union. Although I have also shot this kind of gun, but
I really don’t know how to answer your question, so I’ll let old Jerry demonstrate it.”
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately took out a leaky clip and handed it to Old Jerry. The latter quickly removed a few bullets from it, and then demonstrated it to Wei Ran carefully several times, while also mumbling:
What are you wearing?
Makar, who was watching the fun next to him, translated and said, "Old Jerry said, as he just demonstrated, this kind of weapon can of course be loaded with a single shot, but it is too troublesome and has no practicality at all, even in
On the battlefield of World War II, unless there was really only the last round of ammunition left, most people would just choose to replace it with a new full-loaded clip."
Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but nodded. Although the M1 Garand was often touted as the most successful semi-automatic individual weapon in World War II, at least its convenience in loading bullets could really be compared to the one in the metal book.
The SVT40 was thrown eight blocks away.
But after all, in World War II, which was dominated by bolt-action rifles, there is really no need to worry about such a small issue. And after all, as old Jerry said, even on the battlefield of World War II, unless there are only the last few rounds left in the pocket
Bullets, otherwise it is more realistic to be careful not to shatter the nail of your thumb with this weapon.
Once again, a missing clip was emptied. Old Jerry generously handed the M1 carbine he brought to Wei Ran. At the same time, Makar next to him also translated after taking the rifle from Wei Ran's hand, "
Old Jerry said that this carbine is far more comfortable and convenient to use than the M1 Garand."
Looking at the short and powerful carbine in his hand, Wei Ran re-aimed at the big tree dozens of meters away and pulled the trigger again.
In comparison, this gun is not only much lighter in weight, but also has much gentler recoil. In addition, it uses a magazine that seems more "normal" today, so naturally there is no need to worry about the safety of your fingers.
Of course, even without asking, you can tell just by looking at the bullets in the magazine that this carbine, which is comfortable to use, is much less powerful than the Garand.
As for why Silly America didn’t consider hybridizing the Garand and Carbine, which also had the “M1” number, it was naturally because they already had a nondescript weird thing like the BAR.
After briefly experiencing these two individual weapons used by American soldiers in World War II, the three of them walked out of the oak forest together as it was time to eat.
It only took half an hour. When they returned to the edge of the pond, there were already more than ten wild boars placed beside the stove guarded by Chef Sun. If you add the two not far away,
A large stainless steel soup bucket filled with rabbit heads, the tourists definitely gained a lot this morning.
This also reflects the difference between here and Inta. There is a fee for hunting and hunting in Inta. But it is different here. Charges? That doesn’t exist at all!
The farmers headed by Makar really wished that these people brought by Suisui would kill all the wild boars and rabbits.
Therefore, these young tourists are really addicted to supplementing the bodies of small animals with metal elements.
However, the only unhappy person at the scene was Master Sun, who was squatting next to the wild boar carcasses and smoking. The uncle's sad face almost made Makar think that he was a member of some extreme animal protection organization.
"Master Sun, what's wrong with you?" Wei Ran approached curiously and asked.
"well!"
Master Sun sighed, stretched out his fingers holding a cigarette and pointed at a semi-large wild boar with a blooming butt directly in front of him, "A pig! A pig! I dug out at least half a pound of bullets from its butt!"
"How did you fight?"
When Wei Ran saw Suisui coming over, he couldn't help but ask. To be honest, even in the Berlin battlefield, he had never seen corpses worse than these wild boars. The bloody holes on their bodies were almost all over their bodies.
Everywhere, even the edible places, only the big pig trotters cut off by Master Sun were left.
Suisui smiled awkwardly and replied innocently, "Just...set the fire..."
