Kharkiv looked at the fallen man fiercely and yelled: "Katrasky, you are an idiot!"
The young man wiped the corner of his mouth and saw blood.
Kharkov was afraid that Natasha would be harmed, not to mention that the veterans were present and knew that he was pursuing her. So, when Natasha was verbally insulted, it seemed that Kharkov was also insulting him.
"Natasha, don't worry, I'll take care of this fool for you!"
Natasha felt very unhappy inside. Her patience was pretty good and she really didn't want to get angry with an unfamiliar recruit.
She gently pushed Kharkov away and stared at the recruit sitting on the ground with arrow-like eyes.
"Hey! You! Are you dissatisfied? You just scolded me. Believe it or not, I will report it directly to the commander of the group army. You will be severely punished."
"Really?!" The young Katlaski looked disdainful: "That's why I can't understand you so-called female soldiers. They can't fight and have to rely on men at critical moments. Why, do you want to drag the commander of the group army over?
, are you worthy? The military is an organization that is supreme in strength! Woman! Have you ever killed a German?"
Natasha squinted her eyes and responded calmly: "Oh? I am your training instructor now. I think you should not question the instructor's strength."
He is clearly wearing two medals and a neat military uniform. Besides, who in this military camp doesn’t recognize the heroic sniper Spiroskina?
Natasha stood up straight and continued: "Since you said, the strength of the army comes first. You should be a recruit transferred from the guerrilla brigade. Since you said these words, it means that you have eliminated enemies in previous battles.
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"Of course! I have killed five, and one of them was stabbed to death with a dagger!" As he said that, the young man stood up, patted himself, and spit out another mouthful of bloody phlegm, "Woman! What about you?"
Since you have come to serve as our instructor, how many enemies have you destroyed? I, Katlarsky, just don’t accept those people who only know how to show off their words, and women like you who are naturally weak!”
He talked about cowardice once, and Natasha asked herself, who wouldn't be cowardly? When the overwhelming artillery fire came down, who wouldn't squat in the bunker and pray that the shells wouldn't hit them.
Cowardice and bravery are relative, no one is born cowardly!
Seeing the new female soldiers, these girls had just joined the army. Looking at their appearance, Natasha just felt that they were like herself more than a year ago.
Which girl would aspire to become a war machine, because in this war, if you don't want to die, you can only take up arms, and even the cowardly person can be forced to be brave by reality.
"Perhaps the remarks just now were too harsh on them." Natasha did not intend to apologize. Since those ten girls decided to become soldiers, they must learn to be strong and shameless!
As for this pretentious young man, some past events also come to mind.
Natasha also put on a arrogant posture and said: "Many people think that they are real warriors after they have eliminated a few enemies. This attitude is wrong. If you can eliminate multiple enemies, you still can't do it. This
Either you have good luck, or the enemy has bad luck! When the enemy has good luck, you are the one who will die!
As for claiming that I am inherently cowardly because I am a woman, I can only say that such people need to be taught a lesson. Come on! Soldier, I want to compete with you!"
"Competition?!" Katlarski was stunned: "What is the competition? Fighting competition? No! If you are an enemy, I will easily trip you and cut your neck with a dagger. Let's try shooting, if you can
If you can withstand the recoil of a rifle, I will admit that you have some ability."
As soon as he said this, Kharkiv became angry again. He was about to step forward, but Natasha grabbed him.
"Come! Come! Keep beating me! I can't beat you anyway, so hit me as hard as you can! You are the battalion commander, I am a soldier, I will never fight back!" Katlarski's shouting made Halko
The husband really had no temper, so he let him continue to show his shame in front of Natasha.
However, these words also gave Natasha a further insight into this guy. This guy who speaks vulgarly may also have some abilities.
She simply said: "In that case, let's fight. Just use wooden sticks as weapons, and we will compete with each other on bayonets!"
If you don't even have some fighting skills, then the sniper will be too bad. For example, some simple fighting skills were learned in the shooting club when Natasha was a student at Lechica Middle School.
After all, the shooting clubs in various schools in the Soviet Union were quasi-military institutions. Natasha studied here at a young age, so she became an excellent soldier faster than others. Of course, her fighting ability is also good, but in
In the past years of war, she had no chance to actually operate.
Seeing how certain she was, Kharkov could only follow her wishes with fear.
The morning run in the youth camp ended, and then they lined up and walked to their shooting range.
Queue training is very important, physical training is very important, and shooting and team skills and tactics training are the most important. Kharkiv also feels that his subordinates are all minors, so there is no need to deliberately ask everyone to imitate adults.
That kind of long-term, long-distance armed cross-country training.
Today is normally rifle target training. Before this boring shooting, there is an internal competition. Wouldn’t it be an interesting thing?
Even the veterans of the youth camp have never seen Natasha holding a wooden stick and holding a bayonet. Everyone has different opinions on who will win in this competition.
The female soldiers in the team supported Natasha without hesitation, and the male soldiers were also divided into two groups.
In the end, there were only about 20 people who supported Katlarsky. They were all from the guerrilla brigade, so it was reasonable to support him like this.
This competition is of course not a competition for popularity. As Katlarski claimed, the military is an organization where strength is paramount. Here, only true strength can convince the public!
Two boys and girls of similar age stood facing each other. The thing in their hands was a wooden stick about 1.6 meters long. After all, the Mosin Nagant that was actually stabbed with a spear could not be used.
The equipped rifle is replaced by a wooden stick of the same length.
The children's noisy behavior naturally attracted many auxiliary soldiers from the shooting range. When they learned that the famous sniper hero wanted to compete with others in stabbing skills, how could they miss such a good show? So far, not only has this place been excluded from the competition
There is a venue and even a referee.
These five soldiers were responsible for supervising the training of the youth camp. They made simple rules for the competition between the two, that is, when the top of the wooden pole touches the torso, the victory will be judged.
"Haha, as long as I poke you in the body, I will win!" Katlarski said with a hint of arrogant evil smile, and tightened his grip on his wooden stick.
At this moment, the girl looked at the young man in front of her coldly. In her eyes, this man was already an enemy. During the battle, Natasha thought many times what if the sniper position was attacked by the enemy at close range? Of course, she could pull it out.
That Tokarev fought back, but under special circumstances, she could only fight at close range.
There is always no chance of bayonet fighting. Doesn't this competition temporarily make up for the regret?
Natasha didn't say anything. She spread her legs and squatted down, as if she was actually holding a Mosin-Nagant with a spear.
The soldier acting as the referee looked around and finally asked: "Are you all ready?"
The two of them winked at each other.
"Okay! The game begins!"
Although the order was issued, neither of them took the initiative to attack. Katlarski was a little arrogant. Seeing the female soldier in front of him actually putting on a very bluffing move, was it wise to take the initiative to attack?
He took the initiative to poke five or six times tentatively, and every time, the female soldier was obviously avoiding the edge, and at most two wooden sticks collided lightly.
"Hey! Are you cowardly? Don't you ever fight back?!"
"You are still avoiding me, do you think you can keep running away?!"
Each time, the boy's tentative pokes did not lead Natasha to take the initiative to attack. She kept circling the "battlefield" with the enemy, and even if the man was provoking and insulting, she remained calm and unmoved.
She was just waiting.
A sniper must have a temperament, which is to be patient and tolerant enough. Natasha took Yang Mingzhi's reprimand last night very seriously. She remembered many points, for example, a good soldier must learn to be patient and suppress his own emotions.
Be furious and take decisive action when the time is right.
At this moment, the girl truly understood the philosophical meaning of this advice. Bayonet fighting is really like this. It requires courage, but also pays attention to skills.
Finally, her hiding angered Katlarsky, which she had been waiting for for a long time.
It was as if a real rifle with a stab was thrust towards her. Natasha's sharp eyes were fixed on the wooden stick that was coming straight at her, and on the young man's howling body. Time seemed to slow down.
She suddenly squatted down, and the wooden stick passed through the top of the boat-shaped hat on her head. She stabilized her steps and then struck. The wooden stick stabbed Katlarski in the stomach with quite strong force.
"You lose!" the girl shouted loudly, and with incredible brute strength, she held the wooden stick against Katlaski's belly and knocked him down.
This action was really done in one go, and the battle ended with just one blow. The "battlefield" fell into silence, and all the spectators looked at all this in shock. There was no cheering in surprise, and no whispering...