This is not one or two meters, this is three hundred meters. What is the concept of three hundred meters? The jar at three hundred meters looks like the size of a silver dollar.
This person with bad eyesight can't see clearly, but Zhou Weiguo in front of him can't.
Several company commanders around him took a deep breath, and the soldiers below lost their seriousness as before and began to whisper.
"Really or not, it's only 150 meters for Captain Hu to hit the wine jar from 300 meters."
"Maybe I'm bragging. I've been a soldier for several years and I've never heard of such a powerful person."
"It's hard to say. Maybe our battalion commander really has this ability."
…
Zhou Weiguo didn't pay attention to what you said to me. Instead, he looked at some of the messengers who didn't know whether they should carry out the order or wait for other people's persuasion and said with a smile: "Go ahead."
Hu Yong felt that he was overplaying his hand. The 150 meters was what he used to test, but the battalion commander wanted 300 meters. If he failed to hit the target, it would be a disgrace to the battalion commander. This matter was his own today.
If he provokes it and loses his face, then he has committed a big sin.
He looked sideways at Zhou Jin. Zhou Jin was still in the 300 meters of Zhou Weiguo and had not recovered, so he had time to look at him.
Seeing that no one was stopping him, the ordering soldier had no choice but to move forward.
Before he could go down the steps, Zhou Weiguo suddenly stopped the messenger.
Seeing everyone's relaxed expressions and Hu Yong's disdain recovering from shock, he raised his hand and pointed in the air: "Can you give us extra food today?"
Extra meal?
Everyone and the soldiers below looked up into the air.
More than 200 meters above the ground, an eagle was circling in the sky, apparently looking for a target to capture.
"Mom." Someone from the soldier below shouted.
But Zhou Weiguo was sure that this should have been shouted by a veteran.
If you hit a moving target more than 200 meters away, it would be really awesome.
This requires too much calculation. To put it bluntly, this is much more difficult than beating a wine jar with 300 meters.
"Battal Commander." Zhou Jin took a step forward, but Zhou Weiguo ignored him. Instead, he naturally pulled the bolt of the gun and loaded the bullet. He turned to smile at the soldiers around him and attacked him, "shoot down and give everyone a snack."
The entire camp was silent, and everyone held their breath. Only the scorching hot wind blew around the camp.
Everyone looked at Zhou Weiguo, and everyone's expressions were different. Some believed, some doubted, some were surprised, and most of them showed a kind of distrust.
Snapped……
The crisp sound of gunfire broke the silence of the barracks.
Visible to the naked eye, the hovering eagle fell straight down as if it were under a spell at the moment the gunshot sounded.
The shocking scene even made the soldiers forget to cheer. Several company commanders were stunned and looked stiff when facing this scene.
"Okay, the battalion commander is awesome." The soldiers below yelled, and the excitement on their cheeks told Zhou Weiguo that this group of people had recognized him to a certain extent, and what was about to happen next was on the battlefield.
Their commanding ability impressed them from the bottom of their hearts.
Zhou Weiguo was very satisfied with today's action. He handed the gun to Zhou Jin and stretched out his white-gloved hands to press down to signal the soldiers to quiet down. He took a deep breath and looked down and said: "I said,
I’m giving you extra meals, but an eagle really doesn’t have any meat, and I’m afraid it won’t see any oil or water.”
He pointed at Hu Yong with a slightly sideways glance: "Second company commander."
Hu Yong hurriedly stood at attention. He didn't dare to look down on Zhou Weiguo now. The marksmanship he was so proud of was just shit in front of the battalion commander. What else could he have to say about it?
"Here." The response was sonorous and forceful. Zhou Weiguo took out the silver dollar from his pocket and said, "Take your people and buy some pigs. The whole camp will have extra meals tonight."
Firstly, he used his marksmanship to intimidate, and secondly, he used extra meals to bring everyone closer together. With all three of them eating together, he could be considered to have taken care of the affairs of the first battalion in the future. The next thing to do was to train the troops of the first battalion.
Everything was going as Zhou Weiguo expected.
The commander of the 58th Division had fought closely with the Japanese army and had a certain understanding of the Japanese army's tactics. Zhou Weiguo took a look and found that the training methods of the troops were aimed at the Japanese army.
He didn't make many corrections to his training, and there was nothing to change. There was only one thing that he needed to change.
Fight.
The training of several companies is all one-on-one. It's not that I look down on it. That's it. If you go up, you have to be stabbed to death. If you have to fight with the Japanese army with bayonets, you'd better not go up without three people, and these three people should also respond accordingly.
If you don't cooperate, you will have to be knocked to the ground.
Watching the fighting on the training ground, the fighting was lively, but the look was in vain. Zhou Weiguo shook his head slightly and pointed to Zhou Jin who was accompanying him; "After the training, let the captain of the second and third companies come to me.
Battalion Headquarters.”
Seeing the battalion commander showing a trace of dissatisfaction, Zhou Jin stepped forward, frowned and asked tentatively, "Battal Commander, is there a problem?"
"There is no problem with training, the problem is our opponents." After Zhou Weiguo said these vague words, he turned back to the battalion headquarters to wait.
Zhou Jin, Hu Yong, and Zhao Li walked in one after another.
Third Company Commander Zhao Li, like Jiang Yue, has the tender white complexion of a Jiangnan water town, but is thinner and less talkative than Jiang Yue.
"Batalion Commander, you are looking for us." Hu Yong came to Zhou Weiguo with a smile. He was very impressed.
Zhou Weiguo was not curious about this. As long as you are capable in the army, others will obey you.
Zhou Weiguo put down the jet black pen in his hand. This pen was given to him by Tian Jing.
Closing the cap, he looked at the three company commanders in front of him and pointed at Hu Yong: "Of the three of you, you are the only one who has ever competed with the Japanese army. Tell me the truth. If we fight with the Japanese army alone on the bayonet, are we opponents?"
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Hu Yong used to be the platoon leader of the Northeast Army. After the fall of Northeast China, he could not stand the inaction of the Northeast Army. After going south, he found a unit and then transferred it to the 58th Division.
Hu Yong looked a little depressed, and he didn't know what to say.
Zhou Weiguo knew what he was worried about, maybe he was thinking that what he said next would be to embolden other people's ambitions and destroy his own prestige.
Zhou Weiguo raised his hand to signal a few people to sit down at the long table, then walked to the three of them and sat down and looked at Hu Yong; "Do you want to say that if you really want to follow the battlefield, our current training is just
It’s a gift of a person’s head.”
ah……
Hu Yong's body trembled obviously. He looked at Zhou Weiguo with surprise for a long time and then stammered with an incredulous look in his eyes: "Battalion...battalion commander...how do you know?"
