Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

"This is called a rifle, not a concealed weapon."

"rifle……"

Zhang Tie nodded, gently placed the gun back in the wooden box, swallowed hard, and asked again:

"Sir, how exactly does this iron pipe spew fire?"

Gunpowder needs to be lit with a tinderbox, right?

I didn't see a medicine pool or a fire rope on it either.

"This is an internal combustion firing mechanism. The firing pin strikes the primer of the bullet, ignites the gunpowder in the chamber, and propels the bullet out."

No match cord or tinderbox needed, just pull the trigger.

I'll explain the principles later; for now, just remember how to use it.

Yue Pengniao picked up a bulletproof vest, weighed it in his hand, and couldn't help but ask:

"Sir, these armor plates don't look very thick. Can they really stop sword cuts and arrows?"

"It can withstand sword cuts and arrows without any problem, and even ordinary pistol bullets cannot penetrate it."

But you still need to avoid direct rifle fire and RPG shrapnel.

Lin Mo didn't care whether the two understood or not, and directly told them to merge their teams together, name it the Flying Tigers, and distribute the equipment.

Each person is provided with a set of bulletproof vest and helmet, a rifle with four magazines, and four grenades.

Each squad will receive one light machine gun. Mortars and RPGs will not be issued for the time being; they will be issued after basic firearms training is completed.

"Firearms and ammunition must be strictly managed separately."

Zhang uses iron pipe guns, and Yue uses bird pipe bullets.

All firearms are inventoried and stored by Zhang Tie after each day's training, and all ammunition is kept by Yue Peng Niao.

Ammunition is issued as needed during training, and any remaining ammunition is collected after training.

We must find all the spent cartridge cases; not a single one can be missing!

I will have someone check it every day!

Guns are such a revolutionary thing that even Lin Mo is afraid of them, so he must nip the danger in the bud!

Yue Peng Bird said solemnly:

"Don't worry, sir. I'll count the bullets one by one. If I'm missing even one, I'll pay with my head."

"Anyone who makes a mistake with their ammunition will, at best, be disqualified from the Flying Tigers and sent back to their original unit; at worst, they will be beheaded!"

"Yes, sir!"

Zhang and Tie gave a modern military salute.

The two men accepted the order and, each with their personal guards, distributed the equipment to each team member according to the roster. They then led the team to the shooting range on the back mountain.

The firing range was leveled out by Liu Si and his men in the past few days. It is located in the valley between the limestone mine and the steel plant, backed by the mountain wall, and surrounded by a warning line.

The hundred-man squad lined up, all wearing bulletproof vests and helmets, and holding black rifles that were not yet familiar to them.

We looked at each other, our eyes filled with both excitement and unease.

Lin Mo stood at the front of the line, holding an automatic rifle in his hand. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the entire firing range:

"From today onwards, you are no longer ordinary guards or soldiers of the thousand-household garrison."

You are the Flying Tigers, the first special commando team in Lianhai County.

The Flying Tigers had much higher training standards than ordinary troops, and their attrition rate was also much higher.

Those who fall behind will be sent back, while those who persevere will receive triple pay and five times the compensation for those who die in action.

Before training begins, everyone is given a piece of paper.

Those willing to sign a waiver of liability can stay; those who are afraid can leave now. No one will laugh at you.

The queue remained silent for several breaths.

Then the first person stepped forward and pressed his fingerprint on the death certificate.

Then came the second, and then the third.

No one left.

After signing the waiver, Lin Mo began his first firearms lesson.

He disassembled the rifle into its main components and laid them out on the table, explaining the basic structure and working principle of the automatic rifle from beginning to end:

"Upper receiver, lower receiver, bolt, barrel, magazine."

When disassembling, first remove the magazine, then pull back the bolt to check if the chamber is empty. This step is an ironclad rule.

This step must be done before each gun disassembly; anyone who skips this step will be immediately suspended from training at the shooting range.

Then push out the receiver pin to separate the upper and lower receivers, remove the bolt and recoil spring, and finally remove the barrel assembly.

When installing, reverse the direction, making sure the recoil spring is fully engaged; otherwise, the bolt will not return to its original position.

After demonstrating once, he pushed the disassembled parts back to the center of the table:

"From now on, each person will disassemble and reassemble fifty times."

Practice until you can disassemble and reassemble within twenty breaths even with your eyes closed.

start."

The ranks dispersed, and the members of the hundred-man squad sat cross-legged on the ground, clumsily disassembling their rifles.

The Cantonese bird also squatted in the queue, holding a pin and pushing it outwards, while muttering the steps to itself:

"First remove the magazine, then pull the bolt..."

Oh dear, why can't this pin be pushed up?

"My lord! My lord, this pin seems to be stuck!"

Zhang Tie squatted down next to him, grabbed the gun, pressed his finger on the pin, pushed it out, and it clicked off.

The fat on Yue Peng Niao's face jiggled:

"Are your fingers made of iron?"

Zhang Tie smiled sheepishly:

"Practice with your wife more often; your strength isn't even as great as my wife's."

After practicing for half a morning, the fastest one could disassemble and assemble in twenty-five breaths, while the slowest one was still within forty breaths.

Lin Mo checked each one one by one, nodded and announced that everyone had passed the disassembly and assembly test.

The next lesson is gun calibration and aiming.

Lin Mo lay prone in the firing bunker, shouldered the rifle butt, and adjusted the sights.

Aligning the three points in a straight line with the chest target 100 meters away, I slowed down the movements and disassembled the target for everyone to see.

Then he stood up, had everyone lie down in the cover, rifle butts against their shoulders, sights aimed at the target a hundred meters away, fingers on the trigger guard.

"Don't press your shoulder too hard, or the butt of the gun will injure your collarbone."

Don't press your face too hard against the gun butt, or your face will turn red from the recoil before the bullet is fired.

Don't close your eyes when you pull the trigger. You're holding a rifle, not a bow and arrow.

Whether you close your eyes or not makes no difference when the arrow is shot, but this thing bounces after it makes a sound, and if you close your eyes, you won't know where it bounced to.

He corrected the postures of several team members one by one along the firing line, then returned to the command post and issued the order for the afternoon's live-fire training.

In the afternoon, the sound of the first ten bullets being chambered rang out crisply in the valley.

Then it was shattered by the first gunshot.

The smell of gunpowder filled the air, and bullet holes began to appear on the targets a hundred meters away.

Most bullet holes are located on the edges and blank areas of the target paper, but at least all of them can hit the target.

The team members with shooting talent have begun to find their rhythm, and each shot has landed steadily in the black area of ​​the target paper.