Wan Tiangui watched his rifle, which he was usually reluctant to let others touch, draw an arc in the air. His heart suddenly lifted up in his chest, fearing that his rifle would fall to the ground.
But I saw that the tall young man sitting on the cart didn't even raise his head. He just raised his right hand and firmly grasped the rifle in his hand. He held it in front of him, took a look, and then cracked a good rifle into pieces.
I picked up a bunch of parts and wiped them with a gun cloth.
Wan Tiangui couldn't care about anything now, he just stared at the young man's hands eagerly, fearing that he would accidentally break his beloved baby.
The caravan was still marching leisurely on the mountain road, and Miaohua, who had been staying by Zhou Wen's side, did not say anything. His outfit today was a bit weird. It was not yet deep winter, but he was wearing a dog-skin hat.
Both sides of the ear protection were pulled down and tied tightly around the chin. It turned out to be to cover the headphones on the ears.
At this time, Zhang Xiaoping had already moved forward a mile away. Unless he encountered a fork in the road, he would always keep a distance from the caravan.
After Tijing finished wiping the rifle, he used the purge bar worn by the Czech machine gun to clean the barrel of the old rifle. After applying gun oil, he assembled it again. A shiny rifle appeared in front of him.
In Wan Tiangui's eyes.
At this moment, he only felt that his rifle had been brand new and became so beautiful that he couldn't bear to take his eyes away, and almost tripped over the horse he was holding.
At this time, the mountain road began to go uphill again. Everyone dismounted and walked up the mountain.
Ti Jing also jumped off the carriage, walked up to Zhou Wen with a single, handed over the rifle, and took Zhou Wen's horse rein.
Zhou Wen picked up the rifle and observed it carefully, and said with admiration: "It is quite ingenious to transform a used old sleeve into this. The craftsman who modified the gun is very good, but the barrel is too old. It is estimated that it is not accurate at 50 meters away."
It’s just a little bit worse.”
After saying that, he pulled the bolt, and Ti Jing took out a few bullets from somewhere and handed them over. Zhou Wen smiled and said: "Your machine gun has enough bullets. I'm afraid the barrel won't be able to withstand it. It's round made by Hanyang."
The head shot is just okay.”
A team member had already handed over a few round-headed bullets made in Hanyang. Zhou Wen loaded the bullets skillfully, stopped and took aim at a pine tree in the distance.
At this time, the team members and the guys were all interested. They all looked at Zhou Wen as they hurried on. The team members wanted to see the performance of this antique-level rifle, while the guys just wanted to see the excitement and novelty. Most of these people were
I have never seen anyone shoot a gun at close range. They are all young men. Who doesn’t like guns?
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.
When everyone saw that the big pine tree about fifty or sixty meters away was motionless and not even a dead leaf fell, they knew that the young master had missed the target and the bullet had flown to nowhere.
Then Zhou Wen fired two more shots, and only the third shot flew out against the bark of the pine tree, knocking off a few leaves.
Wan Tiangui felt extremely distressed. He knew that the life of this gun was not long. Every time he saw it, one shot was missed and one shot was missed. How could he be willing to shoot continuously like this? Moreover, this young master did not know how to save bullets. He usually fired by himself.
I can't bear to waste the few dozen bullets I have left.
At this time, Zhou Wen had already loaded the fourth bullet, looked at the guys with a smile and said: "Do you think that this young master of mine is just a showman? Now everyone is optimistic, it is still the pine tree, the leftmost branch
That leaf on top.”
Zhou Wen may have been bored for a few days, but today he finally had a brighter future, so he had a whim and had fun.
In fact, it was not that he was a gun addict and wanted to shoot a few times, but he remembered the first rifle he came into contact with after time travel. It was an old-fashioned rifle that he took from the bandits on the way to being kidnapped.
The gun was aimed at the bandit leader's chest from a distance of less than 50 meters, but the bullet hit his stomach. This shows how damaged the gun was.
Later, each rifle he used was better than the other, from Hanyang to Yingqi Qiqi, and now to the G-31 semi-automatic rifle made with German precision technology. Especially after getting used to the G-31 semi-automatic rifle, the tiny
The muzzle bounce and the smooth feeling of continuous shooting have made him look down on other rifles.
But today, after seeing the legendary single, he suddenly wanted to remember the bitterness and sweetness.
In fact, Zhou Wen's marksmanship is not such that three consecutive shots cannot hit a tall tree at a distance of 50 meters. He used the most conventional triangle calibration method to calibrate the gun. After three shots, the gun's crosshairs were
Make it clear.
Seeing that Zhou Wen, the young boss, was in such high spirits, the waiters naturally laughed in amusement, as if they didn't believe it.
However, Zhou Wen didn't aim very well this time, he just raised his hand and fired.
With a "bang", the leaf disappeared without a trace at the sound of the gunshot.
"Okay!" All the waiters cheered in unison. The young master's shooting skills are good, he is not a Xibei, and he himself is proud of it. His face is bright, isn't it?
Only Miaohua, who was next to Zhou Wen, snorted coldly and said in a voice that only Zhou Wen could hear: "Show off in front of these people and see what you can do."
Zhou Wen smiled and didn't take it seriously. He had already adapted to this senior brother's temper. What's wrong with me because I'm so capable? If you have the ability, why don't you show some patience?
Zhou Wen handed the rifle to the eager Wanda Gui, and told him his experience in aiming after calibrating the gun.
Only then did Wan Tiangui realize that he was a real master of using guns. He immediately pricked up his ears and took everything Zhou Wen said to heart.
At this time, Uncle Jiang hurried over and said: "Young master, the journey is still far, let's get on the road quickly!"
Zhou Wen laughed and waved: "Get on the road, get on the road, everyone, let's go."
After Zhou Wen's impulsive performance, the atmosphere in the caravan became more relaxed. Everyone led the horses and pushed the carts, and soon they climbed over the hillside.
What Zhou Wen didn't know was that the gunshot just now not only knocked away the leaves, but also shocked several people.
On a mountain peak more than a mile away from the caravan, there were three men dressed as hunters who were looking in the direction of the caravan in surprise. From the height they were at, they could vaguely see the big monsters coming from the foot of the mountain.
car.
"Brother, they have guns, I'm afraid they won't be easy to use."
"Get a hammer. Not to mention whether there are guns or not, our brothers can't suppress just dozens of people. Even calling the old speakers from the next village will be difficult."
It turns out that these three men are hunters from a village in the mountains. They are three brothers. They usually make a living by hunting. If they encounter a weak caravan, they will gather a few brave villagers to vote for them.