"Baby, I knew you were not an ordinary person the first time I saw you. But you are magnanimous and you didn't fool anyone, so your Uncle Wu and I let you go and let the kids toss around. Your training and all that...
It's very useful. Even among Chairman Shi's brigade commanders, none of them can teach him to this level.
In this case, you can just go ahead and do it. I still say the same thing, as long as there is something in the group, I will try my best to be satisfied." Wang Huzi said seriously.
When Zhou Wen heard this, a smile appeared on his face. Wang Huzi trembled in his heart when he saw it: "Come here, I said it's nothing good."
Zhou Wen said: "My training method is very practical and can produce results in a short time, but the amount is large and difficult for the body to handle. To ensure food, there must be meat.
So the first request is to have three meals a day, and meat every night, at least two taels of meat per person. The second request is for bullets, and each person can fire no less than fifty rounds."
Wang Beard's eyes were straight. What? Fifty rounds for each person? It's just a waste of time?
Old Uncle Wu also smoked and said nothing. The whole group had to save less than half of what they had saved over the past two years.
Zhou Wen continued calmly: "It takes one month to take shape, and one month later I will take them out to deal with all kinds of dissatisfaction. Aren't there some big villagers who are disobedient? Aren't there some bandits who bully others? They have all been dealt with."
Wang Huzi suddenly raised his head, looked at Zhou Wen and said, "Just these dozens of kids? Dozens of guns? Can that work?"
Zhou Wen looked at Wang Huzi with a smile and said word by word: "Why, the leader doesn't believe it?"
Wang Huzi trembled in his heart and blurted out: "Believe, I believe it, don't you think so?" After saying that, he looked at old Uncle Wu again, slapped the table and said loudly: "Okay! I promise you."
It had just dawned the next day, and Zhou Wen had already returned from training with the guards. When he arrived at the regiment headquarters, he washed his hands and wiped his sweat in the basins arranged in rows. Three rows of long tables and stools were neatly arranged in the open space in front of the regiment headquarters.
The guard company, including Zhou Wen and Xu Dacheng, had a total of forty-four people. They were divided into three teams. Zhou Wen, Gao Xiaoshan, and Uncle Ma each led a team and took their seats in order. Old Uncle Wu and his men piled the steamed buns as high as a mountain.
A big basin of rice porridge was served.
Everyone sat still and waited for Gao Xiaoshan to say loudly: "Let's eat." Then they all picked up bowls of steamed buns and started eating. There were six others sitting there, but not eating. They just swallowed their saliva while watching the food.
Wang Huzi and Old Uncle Wu looked at it and wondered: "It has only been three days, and a group of fools who only know how to play have turned into human beings. The little scholar really specializes in dealing with all kinds of dissatisfaction."
Zhou Wen formulated various reward and punishment measures for discipline and training. In addition to himself and Uncle Ma, others including Gao Xiaoshan were divided into seven six-person groups. The groups competed with each other. The group that lagged behind in the training did not have breakfast, and the group that lagged behind in the morning team training did not have breakfast.
For lunch, there is no dinner for those who are behind in various tactical movement training in the afternoon. Those who have outstanding training results will add vegetables and meat.
They have been practicing martial arts since they were young and have a physique that can endure hardships. The plan Zhou Wen formulated was strict, difficult, based on actual combat, and trained with a large amount of exercise.
Hehe, three from one and one from one. In other words, practice to the death. It doesn't matter if you get injured. Just massage it at night and you will be as strong as you are the next day, and your strength will increase.
Zhou Wen wouldn't say it was the effect of the massage, he just encouraged them to increase their strength by practicing it. Of course, it's impossible to massage the whole body like Xu Dacheng did. It's not the time yet.
Another week passed, and the queue training in the morning was changed to fighting and shooting training. Zhou Wen didn't teach Liuhe Quan, it was a delicate job that took time.
He just combined some of the skills and techniques of close combat in his previous life to teach, such as black legs under the crotch, throat locks and eye penetration, capturing prisoners, etc. It is strictly forbidden to greet your brothers. This is a skill that can kill people. Shooting
Training is to practice posture and aiming while holding a gun. Hang a stone in front of the gun and hold it for several hours.
On this day, Zhou Wen came to the regiment headquarters again, this time for Xu Dacheng.
Xu Dacheng has been training with everyone since he came here. His body has been transformed by Buddha's light. His abilities in all aspects have greatly improved, and his training results are very outstanding. Only Gao Xiaoshan can resist his leg skills in bare-handed sparring.
, everyone else fell down in just a few legs, enjoying unlimited glory for a while. Of course, except Zhou Wen.
But he still thinks about cannons in his heart. This is an obsession. In the past few nights, Zhou Wen taught him some shooting principles and various data of mortars and mountain cannons, as well as drawings and calculations. He found that he had super comprehension ability.
Strong, he can also draw inferences from one instance. Moreover, Xu Dacheng’s distance measurement is extremely accurate. I don’t know if it was the transformation of Fo Guang or his own talent. After Zhou Wen taught him how to measure distance with his thumb, this guy started thinking about it every day, and the result was that the distance measurement was better than Zhou Wen’s.
Professional snipers are accurate.
Zhou Wen thought that this guy's talent should not be wasted, so he casually asked Gao Xiaoshan where he could get a cannon. Gao Xiaoshan's answer made him happy, "Our regiment has a small steel cannon, but there is something wrong with that cannon. It used to be a problem."
There was a man in the camp who knew how to shoot a cannon. He said he couldn't fire it accurately and almost blew up one of his own people. So he threw it in an abandoned warehouse."
So Zhou Wenlai found Wang Huzi. When Wang Huzi heard this, he said, "Cannon? Which cannon almost killed the first battalion commander? It's unlucky."
Zhou Wen asked again: "Is it possible that the gunner doesn't know how to use it?" "The supplementary regiment also has a similar gun, but it can't fire accurately either. Their gunner is still the former artillery platoon leader of the Anhui Army, so why can't he fire it?
I was deceived by Shi Sancai."
"Then let me take a look first, and then talk if it doesn't work."
"Then, let Lao Wu take you there."
I listened to Uncle Wu's explanation on the way and realized that last year the regiment collected food and grass and went to the headquarters to exchange for some ammunition. Shi Youxin instructed Section Chief Zhao to exchange several unused mortars to several supplementary regiments. Cannons are rare.
Everyone carried the goods back happily, but it ended up being piled up in a warehouse as scrap metal.
Zhou Wen thought of something and asked: "Old Uncle Wu, what is Shi Sangre referring to?"
"Greedy for money, greedy for women, greedy for life and fear of death, what else could it be? He is a wicked person who has harmed many good women. Our accountant Mr. Zhou's wife was targeted by him for some reason. If it weren't for
The leader of the regiment was righteous and had been kidnapped by him a long time ago. He is a beast."
As they talked, the two came to the warehouse. Uncle Wu called Mr. Zhou to open the door of a room. Zhou Wen went in and saw that the room was filled with various broken guns. There was a big guy covered with a cloth in the corner.
It must be that cannon.
He went up and lifted the cloth, and it turned out to be a mortar, with a caliber of about 80 mm. Zhou Wen went up and hugged it with both hands. Good guy, I'm afraid it weighs 80 kilograms. He lifted his waist and legs with force. Old Uncle Wu's eyesightened again.
, what kind of strength is this? When we moved here, it took three young men to carry it in.
Zhou Wen put the cannon in the sun, carefully wiped the cannon body and frame with a cloth, and saw clearly the inscriptions on the cannon body, "It's in Russian, it's a product of Lao Maozi." Zhou Wen said and carefully inspected each component.
When I saw the scale of the aiming device, I instantly remembered a rumor I had heard. It was said that after the mortar was first invented, the Russians invited British experts to help make it. The British were still measuring in feet at that time, and the result was that
The scale of the mortars that came out was based on feet. Later, when I was not used to it, I sold it to other countries.
Now a living example is right in front of us. No wonder the shot is inaccurate, no wonder it almost hits one of our own. One foot is equal to about 0.3 meters. If you aim at 500 meters and the cannonball falls to 150 meters, hey, what a scam.
After the situation was clarified, Zhou Wen breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't find anything after trying hard to find it, and it took no effort to get it. Knowledge is power.
