"Okay. I'll command you. You're responsible for the fight."
"good!"
The first person to appear was a veteran. He looked a bit like Zhang Dabiao.
He is not a strong man, but has a big frame. A typical northerner. In the army, he must be a machine gunner or a mortar player.
This burly body would be wasted simply by using a rifle.
However, he didn't seem so calm.
He was using a Mosin Nagan rifle. The standard issue of the Northern Army.
"Where is the target?"
“Behind the adobe wall.”
"where?"
"Did you see that bamboo? Use it as a reference. One foot to the right. One foot down."
"What?"
The veteran was very confused.
What does it mean?
Don’t have a specific target? Just give an approximate location?
"That's right. Let's fight!"
"I……"
The veteran hesitated to speak.
It feels so strange. What kind of test is this?
However, Zhang Yong did not change his tune.
He knew that these veterans were very good at marksmanship. As long as they saw the Japanese invaders, they would definitely be able to hit them.
There is only one test now, that is, the other party may not be able to see the Japanese invaders. Only you can "see" it. You need to give him instructions on the target. Then he fires according to his instructions.
For example, the Japanese invaders were hiding behind a wall. They needed veterans to shoot through the wall and then kill them with one shot.
The bullets of the Japanese Type 38 rifles were too small and were easily blocked by walls. However, the Mosin-Nagan and Mauser had very strong penetrating power and could penetrate ordinary adobe walls.
Coincidentally, in front of Zhang Yong was an adobe wall. It had been in disrepair and weathered for many years.
To be sure, Mosinaga bullets can penetrate. There is a red brick wall behind it. It is very thick, so there is no way to penetrate it.
If there was no thick red brick wall behind to block the bullets, Zhang Yong would not dare to let the veteran shoot in that direction. He would hit one of his own people.
The veteran turned to look at Mr. Zhang.
Teacher Zhang waved his hand and said clearly: "Just do what he wants!"
"Yes!" The veteran slowly raised his gun.
Aiming is not difficult. Just judging the distance is a bit difficult.
People in later generations may think it is very simple. There is only one abscissa and one ordinate. When the two intersect, it is the goal. What is so difficult?
However, it is actually very difficult for soldiers in this era.
They have little culture.
I have never heard of coordinate systems or anything like that.
Therefore, if you want to determine the accurate location, you can only rely on your eyesight and your own brain calculations.
Obviously, this tests both your eyesight and your brain power.
Ten seconds...
Twenty seconds...
The veteran didn't fire for a long time.
Obviously, he could not accurately judge how long one foot was and how long one foot was.
If you pull a rope to measure, of course there is no problem. But, there is no rope!
have no choice.
Can't do it.
"Can any of you help me measure it?"
"I come!"
"I come!"
Several veterans rushed to help.
Someone brought a long wooden ruler and measured it step by step.
Finally, the distance of one foot was marked. The distance of one foot was also marked.
Use the rope to cross again and finally determine the coordinates.
"Snapped!"
The veteran fired.
The bullet accurately penetrates the intersection.
Zhang Yong looked unmoved.
The distance is about fifty meters, of course there is no problem.
What he needs to test is actually not his marksmanship. It's his understanding of space, that is, his sense of orientation.
It may be used frequently in the future.
"pass!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
The veteran hesitated to speak.
Obviously, he seemed to have some ideas, but was stopped by Mr. Zhang's eyes.
Now someone is willing to accept you. What else do you have to say? Go quickly. Once you go to the Fuxing Society, you won't have to be restricted by military law. You will be free.
From now on, you can kill the Japanese invaders however you want.
You don't have to stay in the army and swallow your anger.
"Next!"
"I come!"
Another veteran comes out.
Zhang Yong asked someone to place a stool in front of the adobe wall.
The stool is one foot up and eight feet to the right.
As a result, the veteran was also dumbfounded.
He can't judge the distance so accurately!
Fortunately there is help.
"Snapped!"
Accurate hit.
No difficulty.
Zhang Yong also accepted it.
In fact, he knew that these veterans were pretty good.
They had all killed the Japanese invaders. They were sworn in with the Japanese invaders. He wanted such subordinates, so how could he refuse them?
The problem is, after all, the Fuxing Society's field service is different from the general army. The way of fighting is also different from the battlefield. Therefore, he still hopes to find one or two among them who can respond quickly.
It's a pity that it's not available for the time being.
They have never accepted such spatial distance judgments.
If you ask them to judge the distance of the target, it will be easier for them. Only the distance judgment of left, right, up and down has not been systematically trained.
Forget it, just start from yourself.
When it comes to mathematical knowledge, Zhang Yong is not bragging. All the people in the Tianjin Station combined don’t know as much as him.
Even if everyone in the entire Fuxing Society is packed, they may not be as strong as him.
It’s just mathematics! Others don’t count.
After all, he went to college in his previous life and studied calculus and linear algebra. Just these two courses can leave 99.99999% of people behind.
"Mr. Zhang, I want both."
"real?"
"Really. But, they all have to change their identities."
"How to change? Tell me."
"We will take care of this. After they join the Fuxing Society, I will give them new certificates. They will all have new names. From now on, they will have nothing to do with your 29th Army."
"I see."
"Do they owe food or wages?"
"I have reissued everything. There is nothing in arrears."
"Okay. Mr. Zhang, if there are people like this in the future, give them all to me. I want them all."
"Thanks!"
"But, I made it clear. Our Fuxing Society can only enter but not leave. As long as you step into the door of our Fuxing Society, you will never be able to leave. Otherwise, you will be treated as a traitor. Can they accept it?"
"Just talk to them directly!"
"good!"
Zhang Yong doesn’t have stage fright either.
In his previous life, as a college freshman, he blushed and hesitated when he went up to the podium to introduce himself.
After coming to this world, this greenness was washed away.
The reason is very simple. Because he can really be their leader. He can really lead them to kill the Japanese invaders.
They were injured and could pay for the medical expenses themselves.
Even if they sacrifice themselves, they can also provide compensation to their families.
"gather!"
"stand at attention!"
"Take a break!"
Teacher Zhang personally shouted the command.
All the veterans hurriedly stood at attention, then took a break and waited for the lecture.
Zhang Yong stood in front.
There was no need to clear his throat. He said directly:
"I will only talk about three things."
"The first thing is that joining the Fuxing Society is very dangerous. You may die at any time."
"The second thing is, if you join the Fuxing Society, you cannot leave it in the future. You are a member of the Fuxing Society when you are born, and you are a ghost of the Fuxing Society when you die. Even if you have complaints, you can only reflect them internally. You must not leave. Otherwise, you are a traitor. We
You will be punished. The so-called sanction means execution! There is no other way."
"The third thing is, you only have one enemy. It's the Japanese invaders!"
"Do you understand?"
Zhang Yong said every word.
Then he took out a notebook, pen, and ink pad and placed them on the table.
He sat upright with a solemn look on his face.
"If you are willing to accept these three conditions, come up and write your name. Then press your fingerprints."
"Pressing your fingerprints means that you understand and accept the three things I just said. You can't use any reason to say that you were deceived in the future! If you can't accept it, don't come up!"
"Now, who's coming?"
Zhang Yong's eyes swept across.
silence.
Then, the first veteran came up.
He can't write his own name. Nor can anyone else.
I can only simply press my fingerprints.
Just before his finger was about to press down, Zhang Yong stretched out his hand to support it and said seriously: "You have to think clearly. Once you press the fingerprint, you will have no regrets."
"Did you really kill the Japanese invaders?" the veteran asked.
"I just killed one." Zhang Yong replied calmly.
"I do not regret!"
"good!"
Zhang Yong let go.
The veteran pressed his finger prints hard.
Then go back and line up.
Zhang Yong waved his hand and pointed to his side.
The veteran then came over and stood beside Zhang Yong. He lowered his hands and stood solemnly with a solemn expression.
The second veteran comes up...
The third……
Finally, all the veterans had their fingerprints pressed.
This is the result that Zhang Yong expected. It should also be what Master Zhang expected. These veterans must have no other place to go.
If there were other options, they would not be able to stay here.
He killed the Japanese invaders and was punished!
Who can accept it?
If it were Zhang Yong himself, he would have run away long ago.
I don’t want to leave you here, I have my own place to stay.
The world is so big, is there still no place for oneself?
Zhang Yong put the notebook away.
There are fifty-three people in total.
Fifty-three finger prints.
Bright red.
shocking.
But it also represents some kind of powerful force. Some kind of indomitable determination.
"Mr. Zhang, should I take them away?"
"Thank you! Let's go! My abilities are limited, I'm really ashamed."
"understand!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
Sometimes, some people, some things...
It's really hard to say.
Most people are weak and powerless in front of the wheel of history...
We can only let time witness it.
Take the veterans and leave the division headquarters through the side door.
Teacher Zhang has made arrangements not to let those veterans show up.
Zhang Yong naturally understood.
Take the veterans and leave through unfamiliar alleys.
Those veterans were very silent. I guess everyone knew how to talk less and do more.
For them, Fuxing Society is a very unfamiliar existence. Many people have never heard of this name before and don't know what it does.
Zhang Yong gave Zhong Yang a few instructions, and Zhong Yang left alone with a few people.
A group of people arrived at a restaurant.
eat first.
Work again.
“Everyone is open to eat!”
"Follow me and there will be no other benefits. Big fish and big meat will fill your pockets."
"Except not drinking, everything else is fine!"
Zhang Yong said gently and elegantly.
The veterans were a little hesitant and still not quite willing to let go.
Strictly speaking, they are actually very dull people. Apart from mastering some fighting skills, they don't know anything.
All of them are orphans. That's right. They all have no relatives.
Those who have relatives have all gone home. Or they have gone to live with their relatives.
Only those who are homeless and have no one to take them will stay in the army, waiting for Commander Zhang to find a way out for them.
"Everyone is full!"
"We may have to fight the Japanese invaders soon!"
"You don't want to be a starving ghost, do you?"
Zhang Yong speaks out.
The veterans then began to immerse themselves in eating.
No one spoke.
Each one seems to be made of wood.
Eating is eating, and nothing else is done. Moreover, it is finished quickly.
Alas, they are all first-class good soldiers!
Pity……
The 29th Army is really sorry for them.
Now they are in his own hands, and he must lead them well. I hope they can all see the day when the war of resistance is won.
Well, set a small goal for yourself.
Just let most people see the day when the Japanese invaders are defeated!
Cheer up.
Full of energy.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhang Yong. I am the team leader of the Fuxing Society's Secret Service."
"I don't have as much ability as you."
"My marksmanship is relatively poor. My fists and feet are basically useless. Therefore, I can't do things like charging into battle."
"But I will provide you with the best weapons and equipment, give you enough funds, and give you the best treatment. If you die, I will also give your families the highest level of pension..."
Zhang Yong said slowly.
Those veterans are very silent. They are indeed like wood.
"If you have any requests, you can just tell them." Zhang Yong continued, "I will try my best to help you."
"I have no relatives. I don't need any pension. When I die, just find a place to bury me," said a veteran.
Zhang Yong:……
Okay. It is indeed a sad topic.
Judging from the looks on other people's faces, I guess it's the same. Alas, I was wrong. I shouldn't have brought up this topic.
So he waved his hands and said, "Eat! Eat! You are all full!"
Supervise personally.
Wait until everyone is full.
At this time, Zhong Yang and the others also came back and brought back fifty-three Ying 77 rifles.
At the same time, there is a batch of new documents. The documents have names but no photos. After they are familiar with their names, they will add them later. From then on, they have nothing to do with the past.
Zhang Yong took a certificate, and the name on it was Zhong Kui. Hey, who made this name? It's pretty easy to remember.
Forget it, look up and call out the veteran who just spoke. That's right. It's him. His name is Zhong Kui.
The person who came up with this name is really a genius!
"This is yours." Zhang Yong handed the certificate to the veteran, "Remember. You will be Zhong Kui from now on."
"What?" The veteran was obviously at a loss as well.
"Zhong Kui fights ghosts. The Japanese invaders are little devils. Can you remember this?"
"Ah, remember. Remember!"
"good!"
Zhang Yong nodded with satisfaction.
Zhong Kui's Ghost Hunting is pretty good. Zhong Kui's Ghost Hunting is a good title.
Next.
Dianwei? Hao, who made this name?
Seriously lazy!
But it’s understandable, because the names are all random. They’re all produced in batches. Sometimes I really can’t think of too many names.
Maybe the person who made the certificate had read Romance of the Three Kingdoms, so he wrote it down casually.
In this day and age, documents are all handwritten.
In fact, counterfeiting is very simple. Even the Japanese cannot detect it.
OK. Give it to a veteran with a tall frame.
Next. Zhoucang...
Yes, the person who made the certificate was really lazy.
The names used are all from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Fortunately, the most famous ones are not included.
If you want the whole Cao Cao, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and so on, that would be too much.
I won’t look at the certificates anymore. Send them all.
Everyone has one copy.
Fifty-three people, fifty-three certificates, just right.
Zhong Yang took several agents and went up to teach each veteran what his new name was. He read each name ten or twenty times, trying to remember it as much as possible.
"Are you all there?"
"Just remember it! This will be your name from now on!"
"Pound! Which one is Pound?"
"Raise your hands!"
Zhang Yong shouted loudly.
A veteran raised his hand hesitantly.
Well, he is Pound. Not quite like him. Skinny.
"Eat more in the future." Zhang Yong said.
"Yes..." the veteran replied shyly.
"Zumao!"
"arrive!"
"Zang Ba!"
"arrive!"
Zhang Yong called the names one by one.
The main thing is to help them remember their names.
If you are an ordinary person with some knowledge and culture, you should remember it quickly. However, these veterans do not have it.
They really can't read. They can't even do the simplest numbers. Because no one teaches them.
In the old army, there was no such thing as cultural education.
Only the Red Army has it. In terms of cultural quality, the Red Army is miles ahead of all its opponents.
Even a rough guy like Li Yunlong, a young man from all over the country who weaved baskets in the Dabie Mountains, learned a lot of words after joining the army.
Next step.
Fire the gun. Fire the bullets. This step is simple.
There is no need to teach at all. All veterans can get started. What English Qiqi is not easy to use does not exist. It is very easy to use.
There is no weapon that is not easy to use.
Only fools who can't do it.
No matter what kind of gun it is, in the hands of these veterans, they can play it well.
The premise is that there are bullets.
Zhang Yong found a place and took out all the bullets in his pocket.
More than a hundred rounds. Fifty guns. Only two rounds each? How miserable.
However, he soon discovered that after taking out the bullet, there seemed to be some. So he took it out again. And then...
Huh?
This is amazing.
Is there still an unlimited supply?
So I extracted it repeatedly...
As a result, after taking out more than 500 rounds, they were finally gone.
disappointment……
It turns out there is not an unlimited supply!
It only has more than 500 rounds, but it’s useless! Ying Qiqi only loads 10 rounds at a time!
There are also some other random bullets.
Mosin Naga bullets...
Springfield rifle cartridges...
Mauser rifle cartridges...
There are also various types of pistol bullets...
Like a treasure chest.
Bullets seem to be separated from other things. It seems to be a separate space. It is like a bullet supermarket in the beautiful country. Different types of bullets are in different grids. It is easy to distinguish.
The only regret is that the quantity is too small. There are more than a hundred rounds.
well……
Maybe there is insufficient energy?
have no choice.
Ten rounds per person, just ten rounds per person. It's not a very brutal head-on battle. More than 500 rounds of ammunition are enough.
After getting the gun, I feel that every veteran's spirit is refreshed.
It seems that guns are their life and indispensable. Without guns, they have no souls.
Without guns, they are just zombies.
With a gun in hand, they are alive.
very good.
Suddenly my mind moved.
I found that the map radius actually increased again. It increased to 350 meters.
it's wired……
Why did it increase so quickly this time?
It seems that the increase last time was not long ago. Could it be that there is some major danger?
Secretly worried.
Fortunately it's okay.
No danger was sensed.
In any case, increasing the scope of monitoring is a good thing.
The distance of 350 meters means that it is impossible for the Japanese invaders to sneak attack on themselves without a scope.
No one's naked eyes can shoot themselves from 350 meters away.
Neither does the Miyamoto family.
Suddenly, a red dot enters the edge of the map.
Zhang Yong raised his eyebrows.
oh?
A spy or a Japanese?
who cares!
Let’s talk about it after it’s done!
Immediately waved his hand and took the people away immediately.