Yu Yang and Shuiyou talked for about ten minutes, and most of the audience only had three questions in their minds: Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?
Well, Yu Yang has to admit that people in China really don’t feel much about some patriotic education and propaganda.
Most people think that they have their own judgment and their own thoughts to judge whether things are correct or not.
But they don't know that more often than not, they do things impulsively and spread the word without understanding a thing. In addition to the strong smell of CNN, there are also some unscrupulous editors.
Yu Yang once again put his cell phone in his chest pocket and started today's teaching, live ammunition shooting.
After more than two months of training, this group of black people have basic combat effectiveness. Now Yu Yang wants to train them in shooting ability. At least they will no longer rely on their own beliefs to shoot, and truly improve their shooting skills. At least one bullet can be fired from a magazine.
They know where their bullets are going!
"Everyone gather!" Yu Yang shouted with a large domestic loudspeaker. Immediately, a group of black people stopped their training and gathered around Yu Yang, wondering what he was going to do!
Yu Yang coughed lightly: "Everyone, come and get the bullets! Starting from the first row of the first group, everyone has ten bullets!" After saying that, he walked to the weapon rack, picked up a rifle and handed it to the first group.
A black man ran over, and Lao Fu counted ten bullets to the black soldiers.
It's not that Yu Yang and Lao Fu are stingy, but they really don't have that many bullets. The bullets the lieutenant colonel gave Yu Yang and Lao Fu before could barely be divided into more than a hundred rounds by one person, even if more than a hundred people were kicked out.
, but the maximum number for an individual is about 150 rounds.
One hundred and fifty rounds of bullets may improve shooting accuracy for ordinary domestic soldiers, but for black soldiers, it only takes a few actions of pulling the trigger to change bullets. As for where the bullets hit? I believe that black soldiers have no idea at all.
Know!
A total of twenty-four weapons were distributed, and Yu Yang stopped distributing weapons. Instead, he led the twenty-four people to the edge of the playground, and set up twenty-four simple circles about fifty meters away on the opposite side.
shaped target.
The conditions are limited, there are only 50-meter target and 100-meter target, but now letting these black people hit the 100-meter target is a bit of a dream, Yu Yang can only do it step by step!
"You guys watch my moves. First lie down, spread your legs and point your toes downwards. Then, like this, put the butt of the gun against your shoulders." Yu Yang said while conducting the simplest shooting action training, which he has taught before.
Yu Yang was afraid that these black people had already forgotten what he taught, so he could only teach them again on the spot.
"Do you understand everything?"
"I understand, instructor!"
"Okay, everyone, prepare to shoot!" Yu Yang shouted, and all twenty-four soldiers immediately fell to the ground. However, their movements were not standard. Yu Yang could only resist the urge to slap them.
There is no way to correct their movements. Now that the black people have guns and bullets in their hands, I should be a little more relaxed. What if these black people resist?
"Spread your legs apart. I'm not telling you to play one-on-one. Are you trying to show off that you've practiced yoga? Or are you the one who got a tan and pretended to be it? Pull back!"
"I told you to lie down. Why are you sticking your butt out? Lie down and don't move!"
"Don't look at me. Am I pretty? Look at your target!"
With all kinds of questions, Yu Yang spent five minutes and finally corrected the postures of all the soldiers. He took out an AK47 and pointed at the weapon: "Please pay attention. There is a similar shape on the right side of this weapon.
Have you seen the pointer thing? This is called a speed machine, which is used to adjust the firing rate of weapons. Now everyone adjusts it to a single point!"
After checking each one, Yu Yang took a deep breath: "Everyone, load the bullets and prepare to shoot!" After Yu Yang finished speaking, he stood aside with a telescope and prepared to observe.
"The first group, No. 1, start shooting!" Just as Yu Yang finished speaking, three gunshots rang out. Yu Yang immediately shouted to stop: "Didn't you hear it? No. 1 is shooting, what are you two doing? No. 1
Shoot again after the number is finished!"
Yu Yang rushed to a soldier next to him who was shooting and roared loudly. This group of black soldiers made Yu Yang feel that his life span was shortened by several years. If Yu Yang could live to be a hundred years old before, now he can live up to 100 years.
He is eighty years old and will probably only live to be seventy by the time the training is over!
"Are you going to kill me?" Hearing Yu Yang's curse, the black man immediately stood up with his weapon in hand, but the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Yu Yang. Yu Yang immediately grabbed his wrist with his hand and held it.
He pointed the muzzle of his gun at the sky: "How many times have I told you not to point your damn gun at me or our own people? Are you all deaf?"
Yu Yang has said this question many times, but these black people still have no memory. He gritted his teeth and kicked the black man on the butt: "Go on, No. 1 shoots! The rest of the people are ready, all are ready for me."
What a fast and slow machine, if anyone wants to empty all the bullets at once, I will throw all your meals today and tomorrow into the trash can!"
Yu Yang was training black people to shoot. Lao Fu was firing bullets and squinting at Yu Yang's anger, but he couldn't help but laugh. Although these black people were really annoying, Lao Fu felt very nostalgic.
Many of the mistakes these black men made were also made by him when he was a new recruit, and the soldiers he led also made them before, such as pointing a gun at an officer.
Lao Fu remembered that he was punished and had to clean the bathroom for a week because of this incident. When he saw Yu Yang being pointed at a gun by one of his students, Lao Fu's eyes were full of memories. Man, the best is always the best.
The past in memory.
After the first round of shooting, Yu Yang looked at the results with a telescope. It was terrible. The four words "horrible" could no longer describe the results of these black people.
There is no single word that can describe the achievements of these black people among the five thousand years of Chinese history, Tang poetry, Song lyrics, idioms, and so on.
At this moment, Yu Yang, a young man from China who lives in a country with the most complicated language and the most adjectives in the world, looked silently at the twenty-four black people standing in front of him!
Twenty-four black men, with a combined score of six rings, only two soldiers' bullets hit the target, one with four rings and the other with two rings. In addition, none of the soldiers' bullets hit the target.
On target.
Two hundred and forty bullets, even if one person hits one ring, he can get 24 rings, but this group of black people gave Yu Yang a score of six rings.
Yu Yang doesn't even bother to scold people now. It's not these black people who are wrong, but Yu Yang. The demands are too high!
