A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 994 Yan Bugui's Gift, You're Really Daring

At the Western Suburbs Shooting Range, Hua Shier met the big shot that Cai Xuemin mentioned. He was a teacher who wore a Zhongshan suit and looked gentle and generous. Although he had never seen this person in person before, he had heard of this person's name for a long time.

Seeing it with his own eyes now, Hua Twelve felt as if he were in a dream. Coming to his senses, he quickly stepped forward to greet him: "Hello, teacher!"

Cai Xuemin looked at Hua Twelve with a smile in his eyes, as if saying, look at you, you look so naive.

"Hello to you too!" The teacher smiled and stretched out his hand. Hua Shier quickly shook it with both hands, feeling the other person's palm was broad and warm. He had only one word in his mind: I won't wash my hands when I go back.

Hua Shier thought how nice it would be if he could take out his cell phone and take a photo with his teacher. Although when he returns to the real world, others will not believe it when they see it, it is enough for him to know that it is true.

The teacher seemed to see Hua Twelve's excitement, waved his hand, and laughed:

"Comrade Xiaohua, don't be nervous. I met Comrade Hua Leshan in Taihang Mountain. He is a hero. I heard that you are his elder?"

Hua Leshan is the grandson of Hua Twelve, and one of the original owners of the courtyard house.

Hua Twelve nodded awkwardly: "I am just like what the old saying says, the radish is not big, but it grows up."

  The teacher laughed:

"The older you are, the more capable you must be. I heard that you are quite capable. They say that you are a master of marksmanship. It just so happens that we also have a sharpshooter. You two can have a competition today. Do you dare?"

Hua Twelve nodded quickly to indicate that it was no problem, but there was no point in competing, he just wanted to learn from his seniors.

"Well, humility makes people progress, but don't belittle yourself. Let the results speak for themselves. Then let's get started and let us all open our eyes!"

When Hua Shier was taken away by Cai Xuemin to prepare, he glanced at a middle-aged man next to the teacher. When he shook hands with the teacher just now, he felt like he was being stared at by a tiger. That feeling came from that middle-aged man.

Judging from his body shape and posture, that person should be practicing level eight boxing. I think he should be the master of the inner palace who is responsible for protecting the teacher.

Cai Xuemin took Hua Shier to the shooting range below and introduced him to two sharpshooters in the team. One was Quan Yunxiang, a local sharpshooter from Beijing, and the other was Song Shizhe, a sharpshooter from Jinan. Both of them had learned their marksmanship on the battlefield.

The first round of competition was rapid shooting in a Type 56 standing bunker. Each person had 40 bullets and the target was 150 steel targets 40 meters away. First, they would shoot individually, and then all three would shoot together.

The purpose of this shooting training is to imagine a situation on a real battlefield where a platoon of 40 enemy soldiers launch an attack 200 meters away from our position, and we only have one soldier left to block the attack in the bunker. The requirement is to prevent the enemy from rushing into our position within one minute and to completely wipe out the enemy.

After listening to it, Hua Shier felt that the difficulty was a bit strange. He said that his marksmanship could definitely achieve it, but in reality, it was too difficult to ask an ordinary soldier to destroy an entire platoon within one minute.

But he soon realized what it meant to be the strongest on earth in this era.

The first to go on stage was Quan Yunxiang from the Beijing team. He entered the bunker, loaded the bullets, and then made a gesture to show that he was ready.

With a shout of "start", Quan Yunxiang fired the first bullet, hitting the Type 56 naked-eye 150-meter target with one shot. Then he fired the second and third shots, and each shot hit the target. The final result was that out of 51 bullets, hit the target, and only one missed the target. It took seconds.

Although one shot missed the target, Hua Twelve still has to be described as strong. Too strong. He could shoot rapidly at a target of 150 meters with naked eyes and reload the magazine three times in between. It has to be said that he is absolutely a death-like existence on the battlefield.

Next is Song Shizhe, who was said to have gone to the battlefield on the peninsula at the age of 17 and had never touched a gun. He became a sharpshooter by training himself using the enemies on the battlefield.

This person's shooting result was even better, he hit all 47 bullets in seconds. Cai Xuemin secretly told Hua Shier that this person's strong point was shooting at moving targets, that is, live targets.

Hua Twelve: "."

  He could imagine the scene where this sharpshooter was fighting an entire platoon alone on the battlefield and quickly wiping them out. What a tough guy!

If the other party was an extraordinary person like himself and could achieve this, Hua Twelve would not be surprised, because extraordinary people can do anything. But the other party is obviously an ordinary person, but he can do extraordinary things with a mortal body. This is admirable.

There was applause at the scene, and the teacher watching the shooting performance on the stage also smiled and nodded.

The next turn was Hua Twelve. He restrained himself a little, firing forty bullets in forty seconds, all hitting the target.

There was no way. When others shot with the naked eye at a distance of 150 meters, the target seemed as big as a soybean, but to him, the target at 150 meters seemed as big as a washbasin placed in front of him. How could he miss the target?

This caused a sensation on the stage. A kid who had never been to the battlefield actually had such good marksmanship, even better than the sharpshooter. Many people were shocked.

Cai Xuemin gave Hua Twelve a thumbs up.

The two sharpshooters came over with smiles on their faces to talk. Quan Yunxiang patted Hua Twelve on the shoulder:

"Great, little comrade! Your marksmanship is better than ours. How did you practice it? I heard that you are also from the capital. Let's have more exchanges when we have time!"

Song Shizhe was not surprised at all, but said excitedly:

"I didn't perform well just now. When the three of us shoot together later, you should shoot well and we can compete again!"

This is a bellicosity, but then again, without such a competitive character, he wouldn't have been able to master such pistol skills.

"Okay, let's fight hard and have a competition!"

Then the three-person shooting competition began. The three people walked into the bunker, and with a start signal, the three people shot at the same time.

This time, Quan Xiangyun shot in forty-three seconds and hit all forty bullets.

Hua Twelve was still as stable as an old dog, maintaining his previous record of hitting all 40 shots in 40 seconds.

Song Shizhe gave his all this time and also shot in forty seconds, hitting all forty shots, tying with Hua Twelve.

There was thunderous applause from the stage and the audience, and even he stood up and applauded the three people.

The three of them went on stage together to receive praise. When they stepped down, Song Shizhe was obviously unwilling to admit defeat and whispered to Hua Twelve:

"Shooting fixed targets is not my strong point. Let's have a competition when we have a chance to fight the ugly Chinese devils on the battlefield. I guarantee that I can kill more than you!"

  Hua Shier did not argue, knowing that this was a true combat hero, he immediately gave him a thumbs up!

Cai Xuemin then came over to inform Hua Twelve that it was time for him to perform arc shooting.

Hua Shier first performed arc shooting with a pistol. He raised his eyebrows at Cai Xuemin who was standing by to watch the battle: "Do you dare to stand in front of me and act as an obstacle?"

Cai Xuemin glared at him fiercely: "Do you think I'm stupid? What if you fail?"

"Don't worry, you won't die, at most you'll be disabled!"

There is no such thing as giving the middle finger in this era, otherwise Cai Xuemin could shoot with both hands. The obstacle is a human-shaped gun target, placed between the Hua 12 and 20-meter pistol targets.

Hua Shier made a gesture of readiness, and when he heard the start signal, he fired left and right, swinging the bow left and right, and continuously pulling the trigger, but he did not aim a single shot.

Except for a few people who knew what he was going to perform, everyone else was shocked, thinking that this guy was shooting randomly and who knew who he might hit.

The guards on the stage all took action, using their bodies to block bullets for him and some elders who came to watch the target practice.

When Hua Twelve ran out of bullets, a leader slammed the table and shouted "Nonsense!"

But the teacher smiled and said, "Just be patient, it's not too late to see the results before talking about other things!"

Soon someone reported the target: "The obstacle targets are intact, and all the target targets were hit, all ten rings!"

Everyone on and off the stage was shocked and picked up telescopes to watch. The teacher even asked someone to bring the target over, and they saw a plum blossom made up of bullet holes in the center of the bull's eye.

"Great shooting skills, incredible!"

Everyone felt that this was not marksmanship. If everyone present was not a materialist, they would have suspected that the bullet had become a spirit.

Next, Hua Shier demonstrated the Type 56 arc shooting. He swung the rifle with one hand, and the bullet still drew an arc, and every shot hit the target.

The teacher called Hua Twelve to the stage again and shook his hand affectionately: "Can you teach this kind of shooting skills to others?"

Hua Twelve pointed at Cai Xuemin and said, "Let me tell you, I have accepted him as my apprentice!"

Cai Xuemin's face flushed red and he glared at his master. Before, he had only said it verbally, but now that Hua Shier said it in public, the master-disciple relationship was confirmed.

The teacher laughed and criticized Cai Xuemin: "You must respect your master, so that you can learn his true skills."

Cai Xuemin quickly said: "Yes, you are right, I will definitely respect it."

  The teacher turned to Hua Twelve and said:

"Since you can teach, why don't you take in a few more apprentices? I'll give you one first. As a master, you have to teach them well."

After hearing what the teacher said, Hua Shier had no choice but to agree even if he wanted to be lazy.

The teacher smiled and said that Hua Twelve could not be left working in vain, and asked him if he had any requests.

Hua Shier knew that the opportunity had come and suggested taking a photo with the teacher and everyone present.

The conditions were easily met. There was a reporter from a newspaper present, so he was called over and started taking pictures. These pictures would be published in the newspaper, and the reporter promised to mail them to Hua Twelve after they were developed.

Hua Twelve said quickly: "They are all from Beijing, so don't mail them. Can you deliver them to me in person? I will treat you to a meal!"

He was afraid that the photo would be lost. Even if he was immortal, this photo must be preserved forever and he must attach great importance to it.

The reporter readily followed suit and agreed with a smile.

When Hua Shier was sent back to the steel rolling mill by Cai Xuemin, he still felt that what he had experienced that day was too fantastic and unreal. He was even a little absent-minded during meals. He did not recover from this situation until the next day.

After making an appointment with Cai Xuemin to conduct shooting lessons every afternoon, Hua Shier's life returned to normal.

The next day, he was taken to the shooting range again. He saw that there were supposed to be 40 people in a platoon, but it turned out that there were more than 40 people.

He was teaching on the spot. In addition to Cai Xuemin and the forty people standing in front of him, there were several hundred soldiers around watching the fun. They were said to be watching the fun, but seeing how they were fully focused, listening, gesturing, and taking notes, it was obvious that they came here to learn openly.

Well, whether you drive one sheep or let two sheep go, these people can truly learn arc shooting only if they can see Hua Shier teaching in person. Otherwise, they will never have this opportunity again. It is also their chance.

Yangshi Lei's craftsmanship is impeccable. Under such a rush of work, the courtyard house looks different every day.

Hua Shier returned to the courtyard that day to check on the progress of the construction, but he did not expect that several waves of people would come to him one after another.

First came the third uncle, who held two apples and stuffed them into Hua Twelve's hands:

"Twelve, these are apples that a student's parents bought for me to thank me. I couldn't bear to eat them, so I brought them to you to try!"

When Hua Shier saw that the two apples were bruised, his eyes twitched. He wondered why he gave them away even though they were like this.

He smiled and pushed it back: "Uncle, if you have something to say, just tell me. We don't talk about this!"

Yan Bugui pushed it back again: "Just keep it if I bring it to you. The thing is, I heard from Jie Cheng that you seem to dislike him a little bit now. You didn't invite him to your recent operations."

Hua Shier thought to himself that this was the reason for his coming. After he had performed meritorious service, he organized two more operations in the past few days. One was to arrest the gangsters who were fighting near the factory, and the other was to arrest a feudal and superstitious liar who sold fake medicine and made people sick.

Both times, he led Zhang Xuejun and others in the operations. Xu Damao and Liu Guangtian also participated, but Yan Jiecheng was not called. It was estimated that the latter sensed something, so he asked Yan Bugui to come and sound out the situation.

  Hua Twelve smiled faintly:

"Uncle, you must have misunderstood me. He has a different job now. He is now a member of the first patrol team. It's tiring enough to patrol and stand guard in the factory every day. I'm embarrassed to drag him out on field work again!"

Yan Bugui slapped his thigh and said, "What's there to worry about being tired? You have to pull him along. If you don't participate in the action, how can you make merit and get a promotion? You've just been promoted. If you work harder, maybe you can become an official like Xu Damao!"

Hua Twelve laughed, what is he thinking:

"Uncle, I'll be frank with you. In the last operation, Xu Damao fired his gun and successfully arrested one person. Liu Guangtian, who is younger than your Jie Cheng, fired his gun. Your Yan Jie Cheng didn't dare to fire even though he had a gun in his hand. He almost peed his pants and even gestured with the gun. I really don't dare to use him anymore."

"Other than that, I have no other opinion about him, and I won't make things difficult for him. I hope our relationship won't be affected by this. Is that ok with you?"

Yan Bugui really didn't know about this, and felt a little embarrassed after hearing it:

"So that's how it is. Courage comes with practice. Don't give up on him. Since you said that our relationship will not be affected, Uncle Three has something to tell you. Didn't the deaf old lady pass away? Her room."

  Hua Twelve suddenly realized that this was the real purpose. You are so bold to think of this.

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