It is true to say that a horse can kill a horse across the mountain. It looks like an inconspicuous hill, but when you climb it, you will know how powerful it is. The mountains in the tropical jungle are no better than the hills in the domestic plains. The branches and vines block the sky and the sun, and there are countless poisonous insects among the grass and shrubs.
, there are no roads at all in the primitive jungle, and every step is extremely difficult.
Facing the vast jungle, everyone who had suppressed their anger was dumbfounded. What should they do? All eyes looked at Brother Zhuo, and Zhuo Li gritted his teeth: "Come on! There are no cowards among the men in Jiangbei!"
An hour later, everyone finally climbed to the top of the mountain. They were all like little devils crawling out of hell. Their clothes were torn, their faces and arms were covered with bloody scratches from thorns, and their backs were covered in sweat, not to mention their feet were covered in mud.
Said, but at least no one is left behind.
When we reached the top of the mountain, we found that Li Jianguo had been sitting here for a long time. There was a pile of cigarette butts on the ground. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time. Everyone looked at each other and had nothing to say.
"He said it was nothing but bullshit. It took him an hour to climb up. If I expect you to fight, China will be destroyed!" Li Jianguo opened his mouth and cursed.
Zhuo Li and the others retorted unconvinced: "Tell the instructor, there is no road on this mountain. We have tried our best! No matter who comes, it will be impossible to climb up in ten minutes."
"Impossible?" Li Jianguo sneered, took out the walkie-talkie and gave the order: "Class 1, I'll give you ten minutes to climb to the top of the mountain." After giving the order, he took out the stopwatch and pinched it.
Everyone watched helplessly as a group of soldiers rushed out of the barracks at the foot of the mountain and disappeared at the foot of the densely forested mountain. About nine minutes later, a squad of soldiers appeared on the top of the mountain, and they were far less embarrassed than Zhuo Li and the others.
"Why! This is impossible!" Zhuo Li stared at him, expressing serious incomprehension.
"Because of this." Li Jianguo nodded his head and said, "There is a way up the mountain. You don't scout in advance and rush into the dense forest in a swarm. It's weird if you arrive on time. You have to learn to use your brain, you know!"
A group of people went down the mountain. On the way, Zhuo Li and the others murmured and were very dissatisfied, saying that Li Jianguo was cheating. Li Jianguo heard this and didn't say anything. When they arrived at the base, he asked them to stand in front of a mud pond.
"Twenty of you, and I have twenty others here, go down to the mud pond and fight hand-to-hand, trying to throw the opponent out first. The rules of the game are: there are no rules, let's start!"
With a sharp whistle, forty men rushed into the mud pond and started a thrilling battle. The men from Jiangbei, holding their breath, still lost this time, but the defeat was not so miserable. In terms of their experience in group fights,
It was still very rich. If the opponent hadn't been too strong, they would have almost won.
"It's okay, you bunch of shits are not useless. Now fire the gun and let me see your real ability." Li Jianguo gave the order, and soldiers had already opened a wooden box and took out a brand new Type 56 submachine gun.
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A group of mud monkeys looked at these firearms in surprise. These are not steam dogs and electric dogs, but serious iron. In China, these are absolutely contraband and are troublesome, but here they can be played openly.
Just for this reason, it's worth being called shit.
My head, face, and body were all covered with mud, so I started firearms training. When I was in Jiangbei City, the company had organized outdoor wargame activities, so everyone was not completely unfamiliar with firearms.
With an empty gun and a magazine filled with live ammunition, Li Jianguo stood on the stage and said: "I only want to say two things. First, never point your gun at someone you don't want to kill at any time. Second, unless
When you're ready to shoot, don't put your finger on the trigger, do you understand?"
"Understood!" There was a confused response from below.
Go to the shooting range and start practicing shooting. There are shooting positions one by one, 150 human-shaped targets in the distance, and each person has a live magazine. No one will teach you how to shoot. Just feel free to play.
Holding the heavy real gun in their hands, everyone was excited, but also a lot more honest. This was not a toy, and it would be fatal if it misfired. Everyone lay on the ground and fired single shots as required.
On the podium behind, Liu Ziguang asked Li Jianguo: "Is such an extensive training method good?"
Li Jianguo said lightly: "What boy has never played with a gun as a child? Guns also depend on understanding. I just want to see who is a natural shooter."
As he spoke, he picked up the telescope and looked at the target paper in the distance. After looking around, he handed the telescope to Liu Ziguang and said, "That boy on the 5th seems to be a good shooter. Have you practiced before?"
Liu Ziguang took a look at the telescope and saw that the bullet holes on the No. 5 target paper were very small, basically concentrated near the eighth and ninth rings. Looking at the shooter, it was Wang Wenjun from Zhongyi Hall.
"This kid should have never touched a gun before." Liu Ziguang said.
"Come here, give him a semi-automatic shot and a piece of target paper to continue shooting." Li Jianguo gave the order.
So someone gave Wang Wenjun a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, loaded ten bullets for him, and replaced him with a new target. Everyone stopped shooting and concentrated on watching Wang Wenjun's performance.
Wang Wenjun was a little nervous, but as he stroked the smooth and warm gun butt and breathed in the smell of gun smoke and gun oil, his nervousness gradually subsided. He breathed slowly and fired his first single shot.
The accuracy of the 56-and-a-half is much better than that of the 56-shot. After the first shot, the target reporter raised a small red flag and shouted: "Ten rings!"
Everyone was in an uproar and applauded. Wang Wenjun gritted his teeth and fired the third round. The third round, the hot cartridge case jumped out with the rapid twitching of the gun, and the butt of the gun hit the shoulder, still ten rings, ten rings.
"It's a young man. Let's change him to a steel target, set at 300 meters." Li Jianguo narrowed his eyes and said.
Ten human-shaped steel targets stood at a position of 300 meters. At this time, Wang Wenjun had already entered the state. He calmly aimed and shot. The gun went off and the target fell without missing the bullet.
"Try changing to a moving target." Li Jianguo said.
"It's too difficult for the children," Liu Ziguang said.
"Let's give it a try. This is a good first time shooting," Li Jianguo said.
The shooting range was equipped with a professional flying saucer ejection machine, which was purchased from a provincial shooting sports base in China. The flying saucers were thrown out one after another. Wang Wenjun held the gun and shot. Seven of the ten flying saucers hit the target, which is not bad.
"It's interesting." Li Jianguo sneered and walked down. He personally took an SVD sniper rifle and walked over. He briefly taught Wang Wenjun how to aim, and then asked someone to place a coin at the 100-meter target.
With the help of the scope, Wang Wenjun became more confident. He took a rough aim and fired decisively. The first shot unexpectedly missed. There was a burst of frustrated boos from around him, and Li Jianguo also frowned slightly.
But Wang Wenjun didn't panic at all. He was keenly aware that the wind direction seemed to be affected, so he adjusted slightly and fired again.
The coins flew into the sky, everyone cheered, and Li Jianguo also smiled: "You're a good boy, he's a good shooter, a squad leader!"
"Yes!" A tough soldier ran over from a distance.
"I'll leave this kid to you. I need a quick precision rifle shooter. Do you understand?"
"yes!"
"Tell the instructor, how am I doing?" Zhuo Li jumped up and said unwillingly.
Li Jianguo looked at Zhuo Li's target, then looked at his body, held his chin and said, "Yes, it's a piece of material. Someone, bring him a machine gun."
So, a heavy Soviet-style general-purpose machine gun came into Zhuo Li's hands. It weighed more than 20 kilograms and contained two hundred rounds of 5mm ammunition in a green square magazine. It was quite heavy in his hand.
"Try it." Li Jianguo encouraged.
Zhuo Li opened the bipod of the machine gun, lay down on the ground and started shooting. The accuracy and range of the machine gun were far beyond the comparison of automatic rifles. On the battlefield, a threatening machine gun could even become the core firepower of a small team.
Zhuo Li has a strong body and is born to be a machine gun, but his achievements are quite good.
"Come here, bring 40 pieces of fire." Li Jianguo said.
A domestically produced rocket launcher was brought up. Li Jianguo helped him load the bomb, pointed at the bunker-like thing in the distance and said, "Hit that."
Zhuo Li swallowed, clapped his hands, raised the rocket launcher and took a brief aim, then pulled the trigger. The rocket flew out and hit the bunker, but did not explode. It was a training bomb.
Li Jianguo circled around Zhuoli twice, and the more he looked at it, the more delighted he became. This guy was simply an excellent weapons platform, with heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, recoilless rifles, and grenade launchers. With such a body, it was not just for fun, especially
In such mountainous and forested areas where cars are inaccessible, the need for heavy weapons operators becomes even more urgent.
"Yes, there is potential." Li Jianguo patted Zhuo Li on the shoulder with satisfaction.
"Instructor, actually the saber I play best is." Zhuo Li boasted proudly.
"It's hard to use a saber in the jungle. You need this." Li Jianguo took a broad-blade thick-backed machete and handed it to him: "This is the American Vietnam War standard jungle machete. It can cut branches and vines as well as people. I give it to you.
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Zhuo Li happily took it, but suddenly a young man jumped up and said, "Instructor, there is something wrong with my gun. It keeps going astray."
Li Jianguo took a look and saw that he was a thin monkey from Zhongyi Hall. His body was relatively thin and he looked like a Vietnamese. There was not a single bullet hole on the target paper in the distance.
"Bring it to me and take a look." Li Jianguo took the gun, opened the barrel to remove the bullets, then looked inside the barrel, loaded a box of bullets without saying a word, and shot without any support. A crisp short burst shot from a long distance.
The little red flag was raised, and the target announcer shouted: "Three ten rings!"
"The gun didn't go wrong, it was you who went wrong." Li Jianguo took off the magazine, cleared the chamber again to make sure it was safe, and then threw it to the thin monkey.
"Okay, now I know that some of you are not shit, they are maggots lying on shit. They are a level higher than you shit. If you don't want to be shit and maggots, you have to take it out.
Let me see your real skills. Keep practicing!!" Li Jianguo waved his cane and strode behind everyone, cursing.
The gunshots rang out, as if they were venting their anger against the instructor.