While others were still doing relaxation training, Xia Jie succeeded in getting Xiao Zao through smooth communication and his consistent mentality of "doing good things for free".
The so-called Xiaozao is actually just asking for some basic fighting concepts like Juntiquan. These are vital knowledge related to survival. Xia Jie originally planned to try to learn from Rezino when he was resting at night.
I wanted to learn from my husband, but considering that it would waste other people's rest time, Xia Jie kept thinking of finding another way.
If you don't bother others when it's unnecessary, you won't bother them.
This is his consistent way of doing things.
Just in time, the cold-faced trainer cleaned himself up and brought him up.
After exchanging positive and positive topics about hypnosis and brainwashing of human beings, the 'friendly' Petrov was willing to provide 'limited basic fighting guidance' to Xia Jie. The original words were 'if you are willing to conduct a brainwashing experiment with me'
, I can answer a few questions for you. Anyway, there are no fools coming to me for assessment now. I hope you don’t ask me some questions that can reflect your IQ, otherwise I will feed you waste to the dog...' and other cute words
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After a certain amount of communication, he found that the Mao version of Baldhead 47 did not seem to be a truly hard-hearted guy. It was just that his expressions might be a bit stiff and unnatural. Maybe he had killed too many people?
Of course, the premise is not to violate the rules set by the bald head.
This is the rule he summarized for getting along with Petrov.
So, he tentatively asked the first simple question that came to his mind.
"It belongs to my grandma! Who touched my butt while I was in trouble? Should I let me touch it back quickly? Nov Feng Lipei! Did he, the boss, touch it!?"
Mir:……
Anger at the intruder.
The hitting training and neurological training items that were originally geared toward boxers were all canceled and changed to military training.
"Boss, don't think you dare to hit him just because he's wearing a military uniform! Does he believe that you can punch his shit out?"
"For them, no matter how dirty your hands are, you can still laugh and cry before you die..."
Round steel targets made of steel plates are set up in the venue according to the same distance standard. Behind the bunker made of sandbags, the light green weapon box attracts every young man who is eager to communicate with it with its plain face, as if exposed.
Inside the non-exposed cover, the smooth and non-sticky Mosin-Nagant rifle carries an icy-hot temperature, filling the surrounding air with the unique fragrance of gun oil, plus the yellow-orange color of the bullet box next to it.
The alluring color made many real women who wanted to escape from prison drool.
If it must have been on the anti-Japanese battlefield, did these hunched, cold and hungry soldiers use the same consciousness and momentum to defeat the terrifying Tsinghua Japanese army again and again with their own will and flesh and blood?
Something rarely seen in peacetime was given to him with such ease by others. Feeling the heavy weight of the watch, Feng Li still felt at a loss even if he had not made any unexpected preparations.
It would be more perfect if the beauty's empty eyes were not directed at you.
Feeling the murderous aura and tenderness boiling around him, and staring blankly at the shocking scene behind his eyes, Feng Li's blood began to boil.
Peter Shadger:…
Looking behind him, Xiaerjie, who had a face as strong as Sister Jiao, a name as strong as Sister Jiao, and a body as soft as Sister Jiao, asked the kind of idiot question that only Sister Jiao would ask. Peter Xiajie acted cowardly.
Suppressing the urge to throw the sissy idiot behind his eyes out of the dog pen to relieve the pressure of food, he used Sistermat's unique breathing method to intensify the waves in his heart.
Before Peter Shadger finished his lecture with a warm face as usual, Skovrov took the next step, was silent for a while, and then whispered to everyone who was also silent.
The sullen Peter Xia Jie said calmly.
"...hiss... When Hou Qi fights, it is not about knocking down and subduing the enemy. It is a military fight. It is not about Hou Qi using all means to permanently eliminate the enemy in the war. No matter what he does
Any behavior should have only one purpose. This is not to kill his enemy. That is not the point of fighting.
Shooting training was arranged by Peter Fengli under the renovated small playground on the west side.
Sorry about the dogs, after all, they just had a meal, and they will starve to death in a short while anyway. They will be hungry for a few more days.
It seems that he has been deliberately ignoring a problem that can be avoided. Even he has the heart to step on ants to death, but at this moment he actually obtained a murder weapon...
Realizing that something was not right about the atmosphere, Feng Li's face froze slightly.
How did I obsessively agree to the sissy behind me? Could it be that I haven't been brainwashed, consciously or not?
"You know each of them. You can't name any of them. You know the reason why they came there without saying anything. You understand, but you understand even more. When they see their own
When their compatriots died in the massacre, they felt angry and willing in their hearts. When these unarmed compatriots who spoke the same language as them were mercilessly killed by the cold muzzle of the gun, when these same unarmed compatriots were killed without their wives.
When the male soldiers used their strong bodies to hold anti-tank mines and resist the torrent of pitch-white steel for the motherland, the hatred in their hearts was enough to burn the entire world, and their madness made them want to drink the blood of the Germans.
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The dog lover who was filled with murderous intent finally came over in a hurry.
"The motherland and the insignificant Stalinist leader are willing to give them a glorious opportunity. You hope they know how to cherish it. For idiots, they cannot be stupid, but every idiot has to pay the price for their stupidity.
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After coming back to his senses, Mir fixed his wandering gaze on the mustache's face and smiled weakly, his tone not a little weak.
Amidst the suppressed anger of everyone, Skovrov said silently.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "What the hell, do you want to fight?"
He took the rifle under his shoulder again and pointed to the magazine behind the trigger guard. Vladikov pulled the bolt unceremoniously and unlocked the rifle.
"Well...Brother Vladivow, you are still very good at using that thing..."
Before the incident, Nov von Lifisky quickly asked his roommate for a way to relax. Unfortunately, for some reason, Joseph muttered that he wanted to talk less. In Mir's opinion, he seemed to be afraid of being beaten.
Skovrov's voice was a little less emotional.
When we get together, we lose one thing in common.
"Afraid of him, you and my mother are not his grandsons!"
After being silent for only a second, the fourteen silent prisoners suddenly exploded, like chili peppers that had surrendered in a frying pan. Everyone vented their cold emotions in a low voice with blushing faces.
After hearing Von Lifilov's order, the submachine gunner lowered his hand to the Bobosha, and the machine gunner also left his beloved machine gun and stood up with a serious face.
"The point, the point, ah~"
"You remember that Chinese people are very stupid, Chartier, did he understand the trainer's instructions? I will give him too little time."
"..."
They are not the same as you, because you are all one family, growing up on the same land, eating the same food, speaking the same language, shouting the same words to your mother..."
As for how to fight he asked, to put it simply, it is not to use the body, use tools, use weapons, use any method he can think of to kill his enemy, a stone, a handful of sand, or even his teeth, as long as he uses
Properly used, it cannot be used as a fighting tool to defeat his enemy."
Thinking of that, Mir felt like his body wasn't getting any colder.
"Having said that, who is my mother? Is she still a woman who pees while standing up? Fuck those German devils to death! Let these executioners have a taste of your power! Whoever leaves from there, I will look down on me for the rest of my life!
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Put the gun on!"
"Before loading the bullet, rotate and pull the trigger to lock the bolt, then align the center of the gun with the target, and then pull the trigger to complete the firing."
"I'll kill the Germans with you if you don't deserve it! Let's see who can kill less!"
As long as no one is alive, as long as no one can pick up a gun, as long as no one can breathe.
"Asshole! Is he looking down on you?"
My country and my compatriots have never let me down.
Maybe tomorrow, I will wipe out a living life with a rifle outside my watch.
Even if he stops breathing in the last second, he still has to abandon the gun in his hand. Only you can make him qualified to continue breathing!
We will fight to the death for the same country and the same nation. We regard our compatriots as relatives, which is the nation and the inheritance of blood and will.
"Use the environment, use other people, use everything he can't use, and then when he loses all the chips, he finds a knife and stabs his own abdomen cleanly. By the way, he should know where his abdomen is.
? Stab away diagonally from outside to outside and pull hard, and he will be freed very slowly. By the way, he remembers to take off his clothes first, because you are afraid that the stab will penetrate his clothes. The Germans are still very
If you hate people like him, you think he should be able to relieve the stress of life as a German dog."
At this moment, Mir is willing to immerse himself in the passionate patriotism of the people, and is willing to be a small and insignificant part of it, even if it is not my motherland.
It is a pity that the ambition of escaping from prison was quickly extinguished by the seven Deggarev heavy machine guns (DP-27 rotary machine guns) set up around him. Before the heavy machine guns, there was no wave of beauty from the old inmates.
Porsha.
Pleasant conversations always mean that time is short, and the first training started very slowly. Not even 16 people, including Nikolai, who looked pale, failed the relaxation training.
"Fart! I'm going to touch his stinky butt that I wash only once in a hundred years?"
Every child who is willing to pick up a gun, put on that military uniform, shed blood in a battlefield filled with bullets, and speak of sacrifice and dedication is trustworthy. You doubt them, just like you doubt your relatives.
Looking at the prisoners with distorted expressions, Peter Shajie's face flashed with heat.
"Remember! The gun in their hands is their life! It is their only support on the battlefield!
The thing outside his hand was not a gun toy that shot BB bullets or water bombs, but a weapon used to kill people.
"If you can only use your bare hands, and you must know basic fighting skills, how can you defeat the enemy?"
Apart from Feng Lizhili, only Vladivow and Novreznowsky's cellmate Joseph passed the test.
"Trainer, what you want to know is, how to fight? You mean, the kind that can defeat the enemy and allow you to survive."
Although his wife and husband are dead, he still has no family, not enough relatives to count.
Peter Xiajie wrapped himself in a military green coat, withdrew his gaze from the excited crowd, and placed it on the political commissar behind him. He was willing to leave for a long time.
Never.
"If no one wants to leave Novus to escape the future battlefield, they can't leave now! You promise! They will definitely be held accountable! Because they are still soldiers, they don't have the right to choose yet!
Listening to the curses, roars and agitation with clear meaning behind his eyes, his wife and man were executed before the German army showed their respect. Skovrov wiped the wet corners of his eyes and stared at the people behind his eyes affectionately.
Those angry faces.
No matter which country we are in, there will always be a group of people. We may come from the same place, we may have the same loves and dislikes, or we may not have the same life experiences.
The Germans, with their big beards, never thought of destroying the country that came after them.
Mil, who breathed a sigh of relief and realized that the atmosphere was less anxious, thought for a while and asked a rather simple question again.
"You doubt your soldiers, just as your terrible enemies will never be able to defeat your motherland!
My relatives don’t have the same anger as me.
"If you see it badly, show him again."
Absolutely!
You have already demonstrated the basic operation steps, give them ten minutes to get familiar with the rifle, and then start the live-fire training ten minutes ago!"
Leaving there, the muzzle and flames will be related to them from now on..."
In the past, when I was behind the computer, I would click on the mouse with a smile and calmly watch the blooming blood flowers and kill prompts under the screen. I even imagined that I could personally experience the fun of shooting in the war world in the computer.
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Is that really the life you want?
The voice of Peter Xiajie in his ears still sounded cold and cold, as if he was owed four hundred yuan. Feeling the cold rifle in his hand, Mir once again realized that he was not in a peaceful and dangerous motherland.
Instead, they are struggling to survive in the smoke-filled seventh world war.
Unlike the others who were playing with their handguns freely, Vladimir put the gun casually under his shoulder. As if he saw some normal inmates, he frowned and hurried over.
