Kharkov looked at the fallen man viciously and scolded: "Katrasky, you are a fool! ”

The boy wiped the corner of his mouth and saw blood.

Kharkov was afraid that Natasha would be hurt, not to mention that the veterans were present, and they knew that he was pursuing her. Well, when Natasha is verbally insulted, it is as if she is also insulting him Kharkov.

"Natasha, don't worry, I'll clean up this idiot for you!"

Natasha's heart is very unhappy, her patience is not bad, she really can't afford to be angry with an unfamiliar recruit.

She gently pushed Kharkov away, glaring at the recruit sitting on the ground with an arrow in her eyes.

"Hey! You! Are you not convinced? You just scolded me, believe it or not, I will report directly to the commander of the group army, and what awaits you will be a severe punishment. ”

"Really?!" The young Katraski looked disdainful: "That's why I can't get used to you so-called female soldiers, you can't fight, and you have to rely on men at critical moments." Why, do you still want to pull the commander of the group army over, do you deserve it? The army is an organization where strength reigns supreme! Woman! Did you kill the Germans? ”

Natasha squinted her eyes and calmly responded, "Oh? I'm your training instructor now, and I don't think you should question the strength of the instructor. ”

He is obviously wearing two medals and a neat military uniform, besides, who in this barracks does not recognize the heroic sniper Spyroskina?

Natasha straightened up and continued, "Since you said it, the army is the supreme strength. You should be a recruit from a guerrilla brigade, and since you say these words, it means that you have destroyed the enemy in previous battles. ”

"Of course! I've killed five, and one of them was stabbed to death with a dagger! With that, the young man stood up, patted his body, and spat on the bloody phlegm again, "Woman! What about you? Since you have come to serve as our instructor, how many enemies have you destroyed? I, Katraski, just don't accept those who only talk about it, and you women who are naturally cowardly! ”

He spoke of cowardice once, and Natasha asked herself, who wouldn't be cowardly? When the overwhelming artillery fire fell, who did not crouch in the bunker and pray that the shells could not hit themselves.

Cowardice and bravery are both relative, and no one is born cowardly!

I saw the new female soldiers, who had just joined the army. Looking at their appearance, Natasha only felt that they were like herself more than a year ago.

Which girl would aspire to become a war machine, not because under this war, if you don't want to die, you can only take up arms, no matter how cowardly people can be forced to be brave by reality.

"Maybe the remarks just now were too harsh for them." Natasha wasn't going to apologize, since the ten girls decided to join the army, they had to learn to be strong and cheeky!

As for this pretentious teenager, some past events also floated in his mind.

Natasha also put on a swaggering posture and said: "Many people think that they are real warriors after destroying a few enemies, and this attitude is wrong. You can destroy multiple enemies yourself or not, it's either good luck or bad luck for the enemy! When the enemy is lucky, you are the one who dies!

As for saying that because I am a woman, I dare to assert that I am cowardly by nature, and I can only say that this kind of person needs to be taught a lesson. Come on! Soldier, I'm going to compete with you! ”

"Competition?!" Katraski was stunned: "What to try?" Trying to fight? No! If you were an enemy, I would easily trip you and cut your neck with a dagger. Let's try to shoot, if you can withstand the recoil of the rifle, I'll admit that you have some ability. ”

As soon as these words came out, Kharkov was annoyed again, and he was about to step forward, just as Natasha grabbed him.

"Come on! Come! Keep beating me! I can't beat you anyway, so you can beat me as much as you can! You are the battalion commander, I am a soldier, I will never fight back! Katraski's shouting made Kharkov really lose his temper and made him continue to make a fool of himself in front of Natasha.

But these words also gave Natasha further insights into this guy, and this guy who spoke rudely may also have some ability.

She simply said, "In that case, let's fight." Let's use sticks as weapons, and we compete with bayonets! ”

If you don't even know some fighting skills, then this sniper is terrible. For example, some simple fighting skills were learned in the shooting club when Natasha was a student at Lechitsa Middle School.

After all, the shooting clubs of the Soviet schools were paramilitary institutions, and Natasha studied here at a young age, so that she became a good soldier faster than everyone else. Of course, the ability to fight is also good, but in the war that has been in the past year, she has not had the opportunity to actually operate.

Seeing that she was so sure, Kharkov could only do what she wanted.

The morning run of the junior camp ended, and then they lined up and walked to their shooting range.

Platoon training is very important, physical training is very important, and shooting and squad technical and tactical training are the most important. Kharkiv also felt that his subordinates were all minors, so there was no need to deliberately ask them to imitate the long-term armed cross-country training of adults.

Today's shooting is still rifle target training, before this boring shooting, there is an internal competition, isn't it also an interesting thing?

Even the veterans of the junior battalion had never seen Natasha holding a wooden stick and fighting a bayonet, and there were different opinions about who would win this competition.

The female soldiers in the team did not hesitate to support Natasha, and the male soldiers were divided into two factions.

In the end, there were only about 20 people who supported Katraski, all of whom were from the guerrilla brigade, so it was not surprising that they supported him.

Of course, this competition is not a competition for popularity, as Katraski claimed, the army is an organization where strength is paramount, and here, only real strength can convince the public!

Two young boys and girls of the same age stood facing each other, and the guy in their hands was a wooden stick about 1.6 meters long. After all, you can't use Mosin Nagant, who is actually stabbed, and replace them with wooden sticks of the same length as fully equipped rifles.

The children's noisy behavior naturally attracted many auxiliary soldiers at the shooting range, and when they learned that the famous sniper hero was going to compete with others to try his stabbing skills, they couldn't miss such a good show. At this point, not only has it been demarcated from the playing field, but even the referee has it.

The five soldiers, who were responsible for supervising the training of the cadet camp, made a simple rule for the two-man competition, that is, the point was reached, and the top of the wooden pole touched the torso, that is, the victory was judged.

"Hehe, as long as I poke you in the body, I win!" With a hint of arrogance, Katraski grinned and clenched his stick tightly.

At this moment, the girl raised her eyebrows coldly at the young man in front of her, in her eyes, this was already an enemy. During the battle, Natasha thought many times about what to do if the sniper position was attacked by the enemy at close range. Of course, she can pull out that Tokarev for a counterattack, but in special cases, she can only fight in close combat.

There is always no chance of bayonet fighting, and this competition, won't it make up for the regret for the time being?

Natasha didn't say anything, she spread her legs and half-squatted down, the whole posture as if she was really holding a spear-stabbed Mosin Nagant.

The soldier acting as the referee looked left and right, and finally asked, "Are you all ready?" ”

The two winked at each other.

"That's good! It's game on! ”

Although the order was given, neither of them took the initiative to attack. Katraski was a little arrogant, seeing that the female soldier in front of him actually put 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 each time, the female soldier was clearly avoiding the edge, and at most two wooden sticks gently collided together.

"Hey! Are you cowardly! Don't you fight back?! ”

"You're still avoiding me, do you think you can keep running away?!"

Each time, the boy's tentative poke did not lead to Natasha's attack. She has been circling the "battlefield" and the enemy, even if this person is provoking and insulting, she will remain calm and unmoved.

She's just waiting.

A sniper must have a temperament, that is, enough patience and enough patience. Last night, Yang Mingzhi's reprimand, Natasha attached great importance to it. She remembered many points, such as that a good soldier must learn to be patient, to suppress his anger, and to act decisively when the time comes.

At this moment, the girl really understood the philosophical meaning of this advice, fighting bayonets is really like this, to be brave, but also to pay attention to skills.

Finally, her hiding angered Katraski, which she had been waiting for for a long time.

Like a real spear poked at her, Natasha's sharp eyes stared at the rushing wooden stick, staring at the young man's screaming body, time, seemed to slow down.

She squatted down as the stick passed over the boat-shaped cap she was wearing on her head, and steadied herself in another assault, which stabbed Katraski in the stomach with a strong force.

"You've lost!" The girl burst into a shout, and with incredible brute force, she hugged the wooden stick against Katraski's stomach and knocked it down.

It was a one-shot move, and the fight ended with just one blow. The "battlefield" fell silent, and all the audience watched all this in shock, and there was no applause in surprise, let alone a word of ear......