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 complicated question that came to his mind.
"Trainer, what I want to know is, how to fight? I mean, the kind that can defeat the enemy and keep me alive."
Petrov:…
Realizing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Xia Jie's face froze slightly.
Seeing that Chartie, who had a face as weak as Miss Jiao, a name as fragile as Miss Jiao, and a body as soft as Miss Jiao, asked such an idiotic question that only Miss Jiao would ask, Petrov forcibly suppressed it.
He suppressed his urge to throw the sissy idiot in front of him into the dog pen to relieve the pressure of food, and used Systemma's unique breathing method to calm his inner turmoil.
How on earth did I obsessively agree to this sissy in front of me? Could it be that I have been brainwashed unknowingly?
Sorry, dogs, after all, you just had a meal, and you won’t be hungry for a while anyway. You should be hungry for a few more days.
The dog lover who had suppressed his murderous intention finally came to his senses.
"...Hiss... In ordinary combat, it is to knock down and subdue the enemy. If it is military combat, it is to use all means to permanently eliminate the enemy in the war. No matter what you do, it will be
There should be only one purpose, and that is to kill your enemy. This is what fighting is all about.
As for how to fight, simply put, use your body, tools, weapons, and any way you can think of to kill your enemy. A stone, a handful of sand, or even your teeth. Just use
Properly used, it can be used as a fighting tool to defeat your enemies."
Xia Jie breathed a sigh of relief and realized that the atmosphere was somewhat relaxed. He thought for a moment and asked a rather complicated question again.
"If I can only use my bare hands, if I don't know basic fighting skills, how can I defeat the enemy?"
The sullen Petrov said calmly.
"Use the environment, use other people, use everything you can use, and then when you lose all your chips, find a knife and stab yourself in the abdomen. By the way, you should know where the abdomen is, right? From here to
Pierce it here diagonally and pull it hard, and you will be free soon. By the way, remember to take off your shirt first, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to penetrate your clothes. Germans still like people like you very much. I
I thought you might be able to relieve the stress of a German dog’s life.”
Xia Jie:......
Pleasant conversations always mean that time is short, and the first training ended quickly. Even 16 people, including Nikolai, who looked pale, failed the relaxation training.
Apart from Xia Jie, only Reznov and Novskovsky's cellmate Joseph passed the test.
Afterwards, Novskovsky quickly asked his roommate for a way to relax. Unfortunately, for some reason, Joseph muttered and refused to say more. In Xia Jie's opinion, it seemed that he was afraid of being beaten.
The hitting training and neurological training items that were originally geared toward boxers were all canceled and changed to military training.
Shooting training was arranged by Petrov in the renovated large playground on the west side.
Circular steel targets made of steel plates are set up in the venue according to different distance standards. In front of the bunker made of sandbags, the light green weapon box attracts every big man who is eager to communicate with him with his plain face, seemingly revealing but not revealing.
Inside the cover, the smooth and somewhat sticky Mosin-Nagant rifle carries a cold temperature, filling the surrounding air with the unique fragrance of gun oil, coupled with the attractive yellow-orange color of the bullet box next to it.
, causing many real men who wanted to escape from prison to drool obscenely.
It is a pity that the ambition of escaping from prison was quickly extinguished by the four Deggarev light machine guns (DP-27 rotary machine guns) set up around him. After the light machine guns, there was the beauty Bobo who was familiar to the old inmates.
Sha.
It would be more perfect if the beauty's empty eyes were not directed at you.
Looking at the prisoners whose expressions were constantly distorted, a cold look flashed across Petrov's face.
"The great motherland and the great Stalinist leader are willing to give you a glorious opportunity. I hope you know how to cherish it. It is okay for fools to be stupid, but every fool has to pay the price for his stupidity."
After Petrov finished his lecture with a cold face as usual, Vladimir stepped forward, was silent for a moment, and then shouted loudly to the people who were also silent.
"I believe in our soldiers, just as I believe that the terrible Nazis will never be able to defeat our great motherland!
Every child who is willing to pick up a gun, put on this military uniform, shed blood on a battlefield filled with bullets, and speak of sacrifice and dedication is worthy of trust. I believe in you, just like I believe in my relatives.
Put down the gun!"
After hearing Vladimir's order, the submachine gunner dropped the Bobosha in his hand, and the machine gunner also left his beloved machine gun and stood up with a serious face.
There was a little more emotion in Vladimir's voice.
"I know each of you. I can name all of you. I know that you all have unspeakable difficulties in coming here. I understand, but I understand even more when you see your compatriots die.
During the massacre, the anger and unwillingness in your hearts, when those unarmed compatriots who spoke the same language as you were ruthlessly killed by the hot muzzles, when those soldiers who also had wives and daughters used their weak weapons for the motherland.
When your body is holding an anti-tank mine and resisting the torrent of pitch-black steel, the hatred in your hearts is enough to burn the whole world. Your madness makes you want to drink the blood of the Germans!
You are no different from us, because we are all one family, growing up on the same land, eating the same food, speaking the same language, and shouting the same words to our mothers..."
Amidst the suppressed anger of everyone, Vladimir said loudly.
"If anyone wants to leave Novis to escape the future battlefield, they can leave now! I promise! I will never be held accountable! Because you are not soldiers yet, you still have the right to choose!
Leave from here, and the muzzle and flames will have nothing to do with you from now on..."
After being silent for less than a second, the eighteen silent prisoners suddenly exploded, like chili peppers thrown into a frying pan, and everyone vented their fiery emotions loudly with red faces.
"Asshole! Are you looking down on us?"
"Old boy, don't think that I won't dare to punch you because you are wearing a military uniform! Do you believe that I can punch your shit out with one punch?"
"After all, this is the job, who the hell is not a man who pees standing up? Fuck those German devils to death! Let those executioners have a taste of our power! Whoever leaves here, I will look down on him for the rest of his life!"
"His grandma's! Who touched my butt while you were in trouble? Why don't you let me touch it back quickly? Novskov! Did you, an old boy, touch it!?"
"Fart! I'm going to touch your smelly ass that doesn't get washed once in a hundred years?"
"Damn it, do you want to fight?"
"I'm afraid of you, I'm your fucking grandson!"
"If you have the guts, come and kill the Germans with me! Let's see who can kill more!"
"Take it easy, take it easy, ah~"
"..."
Listening to the curses, roars and incomprehensible agitation in front of him, his wife and daughter who were insulted and executed by the German army flashed before his eyes. Vladimir wiped the moist corners of his eyes and stared affectionately at the angry faces in front of him.
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Although his wife and daughter are dead, he still has his family and countless relatives.
His relatives share the same anger as him.
Anger at the intruder.
His motherland and his compatriots have never let him down.
Never.
Germans, you mustaches, don't even think about destroying this great country.
As long as one person is still alive, as long as one person can still pick up a gun, as long as one person can still breathe.
This war will never end.
Absolutely not!
Feeling the murderous aura and tenderness boiling around him, Xia Jie's blood boiled as he stared blankly at the shocking scene in front of him.
If this was on the anti-Japanese battlefield, would those hunched, cold and hungry soldiers also use this kind of consciousness and momentum to defeat the terrible Tsinghua Japanese army again and again with their own will and flesh and blood?
No matter which country you are in, there will always be a group of people who may come from different places, may have different hobbies, or may have different life experiences.
When they get together, they have one more thing in common.
They will fight to the death for the same country and the same nation. They regard their compatriots as relatives. This is the nation, and it is also the inheritance of blood and will.
At this moment, Xia Jie is willing to immerse himself in the passionate patriotism of everyone and become an insignificant part of it, even if this is not his motherland.
Petrov wrapped himself in a military green coat, withdrew his gaze from the boiling crowd, and focused on the political commissar in front of him, refusing to leave for a long time.
"For you, no matter how dirty my hands are, I will still be able to laugh and cry after I die..."
"Remember! What you have in your hands is not a gun, it is your life! It is your only support on the battlefield!
Even if you stop breathing in the next second, don't abandon the gun in your hand, only she can give you the qualification to continue breathing!
I have already demonstrated the basic operation steps and will give you ten minutes to get familiar with the rifle in your hands. After ten minutes, you will conduct live-fire training!"
Petrov's voice in his ears still sounded cold, as if he was owed eight hundred yuan. Feeling the cold rifle in his hand, Xia Jie realized once again that he was not in a peaceful and safe motherland, but in a peaceful and safe motherland.
They struggled to survive in the smoke-filled World War II.
The thing in his hand is not a gun toy that shoots BB bullets or water bombs, but a weapon used to kill people.
Something rare in peaceful times was given to someone so easily. Feeling the heavy weight in his hand, Xia Jie still felt at a loss even though he had made mental preparations.
Maybe tomorrow, I will kill a living life with the rifle in my hand.
Is this really the life you want?
In the past, in front of the computer, I would click the mouse with a smile on my face and calmly watch the blooming blood flowers and kill prompts on the screen. I even fantasized about being able to go to the war world in the computer to experience the fun of shooting in person.
It seems that he has been deliberately ignoring an unavoidable problem. Even he couldn't bear to trample ants to death, but at this moment he actually obtained a murder weapon...
Thinking of this, Xia Jie felt a little chill in his body.
"I remember that Chinese people are very smart. Chartier, didn't you understand the trainer's instructions? He won't give you too much time."
Unlike other people who couldn't put it down and played with the rifles in their hands, Reznov put the gun on his shoulder casually. As if he saw something unusual about the inmate, he frowned and walked over slowly.
After coming back to his senses, Xia Jie fixed his wandering gaze on the bearded face and forced a smile, his tone a little weak.
"Well...Brother Reznov, I still don't know how to use this thing..."
"Watch it, I'll demonstrate it to you."
He took the rifle on his shoulder again and pointed to the magazine in front of the trigger guard. Reznov skillfully pulled the bolt and unlocked the rifle.
"After loading the bullet, rotate and pull here to complete the bolt lock, then align the center of the gun bore with your shooting target, and then pull the trigger to complete the firing."
