"The problem is, take this thing, Li Yunlong will definitely not admit it"

"It's just my speculation after all..."

At the regiment headquarters, Zhao Gang guessed that Grand Master Li was doing something, but there was no conclusive evidence. Based on a little guess alone, even if the probability is extremely high, he can't do anything with Grand Master Li.

I knew that I wouldn't let the monk follow...

The monk is not here, and I don't have anyone to chase the commando here...

Zhao Gang had a headache for a while and muttered:

"It's not a major issue, I listen to him, after all, he is an old comrade, an old regiment commander, and he has a strong ability to lead troops in combat."

"With a strength of more than 100 people, he can't do anything out of the ordinary, at most attacking the puppet army artillery tower, this thing is not a serious violation of discipline..."

It is certainly a violation of discipline to mobilize troops without permission...

But the nature of the operation of a regiment or battalion is completely different from that of a company.

If the dismissal of a regiment is not discussed, the consequences will be lighter and the consequences will be removed by one level, and if it is serious, it will be pushed to the end······

For a battalion, the middle range is very large, and the dismissal is one or two levels, the written record of major demerits, and the verbal warning, depending on the result·······

A company, as long as it is not a serious consequence, it is generally a verbal warning, or go to the brigade headquarters to be locked up for a few days, and if the loss is small or there is a gain, it will even be offset by merit and demerit······

"Hey, go talk to the head of the regiment, at least let me know."

Zhao Gang smiled helplessly and got up to look for the head of the regiment.

"Do you know where the head of the regiment has gone?" Coming to the regiment headquarters, Zhao Gang asked a soldier.

"The regimental commander went to the shooting range on the right side of the village."

······

On the right side of Yang Village, the shooting range of the Independent Regiment,

"Regiment Commander, why don't we keep this bullet to fight devils."

Fang Yuanshan, the tall and thin commander of the third battalion, was holding a puff of bullets at this time, and then looked at the bullet casings piled up on the side of a hill, with a distressed face, and said to Li Yunlong in an almost pleading tone.

He was crying!

In the past three days, the independent regiment has conducted live-fire training in batches of companies, and how many rounds of ammunition have been consumed?

I'm afraid it's 50,000 rounds, right?

No, the number of 100 rounds of live ammunition fired per person per day, excluding the assault company, there are still more than 600 people left in the whole regiment, and at least more than 100,000 rounds·····

More than 100,000 rounds!

How good would this be to fight devils? It's enough for the independent regiment and the devil to fight five times, and it's the kind that fights with free hands and feet.

"You're a battalion commander, what's the matter with this crying like a girl?"

Li Yunlong can't see his subordinates crying the most!

And it's crying and coercing during training.

"Isn't it just a hundred thousand rounds of ammunition?"

"Labor and management let you train, and you will train honestly"

"I don't know about other regiments, but in the labor-management independent regiment, there is no such thing as a shortage of bullets, I will replenish as many as you fight, just 100,000 rounds, look at you like a little daughter-in-law"

"Labor and management will take you to see the world in the future, and you will know that 100,000 rounds of ammunition are just a hair plucked from the leg of labor and management."

Li Yunlong raised his head and scolded Fang Yuanshan, revealing his arrogance by the way.

"Regiment leader, even if it's a devil, don't dare to say that 100,000 bullets are a leg hair!" Fang Yuanshan was scolded and laughed by Li Yunlong.

"Hmph"

Li Yunlong snorted, leaned over to Fang Yuanshan's side and whispered, "Do you know how many weapons and ammunition we will get after this mission?" ”

Without waiting for Fang Yuanshan to answer, Li Yunlong raised a finger: "One hundred tons"

"A hundred tons of weapons and ammunition"

Dangling his finger over and over again, Li Yunlong emphasized:

"And, you know, it's just a business, and there will be more of it in the future."

"A mere 100,000 rounds of ammunition is only a little more than two tons, which is just a hair on the leg of labor and management."

"Besides, the bullets we consumed this time will be reimbursed by my employer's brother, and the pre-war training is also part of the battle, such a good opportunity, it would definitely be a big waste if you don't take advantage of it."

"Is that okay?"

As a law-abiding and honest rural man, Fang Yuanshan was completely stunned.

How can this kid be more stupid than Shen Quan's nerd, honest and honest······ Li Yunlong pursed his lips in disgust and patted Fang Yuanshan's shoulder: "In short, you just follow the order honestly, let you train with live ammunition, and take care of other things."

"Yes"

Fang Yuanshan saluted in response, and then took the bullet and went to shoot happily.

"Regiment commander, I'm a sharpshooter, and my shooting skills in the regiment are top-notch, can I keep this bullet for the next battle?" Suddenly, a soldier ran over and said with a grin at Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong has also been wandering around the shooting range for a few days, guiding training here every day, although the tone is scolding, but everyone feels very cordial, and there are also brave soldiers who come up to talk to the regiment commander.

The serious tone with encouragement, 'hard training, brave killing' also sounds good.

But the scolding and scolding with a mixed taste of "give me good training, whoever dares to be lazy and labor will put forward it separately to practice in person" made this group of big-headed soldiers feel more comfortable and cordial.

"Sharpshooter?"

Li Yunlong looked at the thin soldier in front of him, who looked older, but his eyes were extremely sharp: "What's your name?"

"Head of Mission"

The soldier stood up and saluted loudly and said loudly: "Wang Xikui, a soldier of the fourth company and eighth squad of the first battalion of the independent regiment, came to report"

"How old is your kid? How long have you been in the army?"

Li Yunlong found a place to sit down casually, then beckoned Wang Xikui to sit aside, took out a cigarette and lit it himself, then handed it to Wang Xikui and asked, "Do you smoke?"

"Hey, thank you, Captain"

Wang Xikui happily took the cigarette.

The eyes of this hand that made the envy of many soldiers around him fall, and they drooled after regret.

They want to smoke too!

Captain, that's a devil's cigarette!

"Grass, I knew that labor and management had also gone up, our head of the regiment looked quite fierce, but he was really good and had great skills"

"That's it, this kid of the dog day, Xikui, come back and beat him together"

“·····”

Smoke to smoke and fire, the relationship suddenly became closer, Wang Xikui quickly opened the conversation: "I am from the nearby Wei Village, I have been in the army for half a year, and I used to be a hunter, but I am now seven years old Chinese New Year's Eve, and I am at home..."

"It's not too young"

Take a puff of cigarette, Li Yunlong didn't continue to ask, these days, devils are burning and robbing everywhere, it's not easy for anyone, everywhere there are broken families: "You said you are a sharpshooter, then try it·····"

beckoned Wang Xikui to the center of the shooting range.

"Come, lend me the gun..."

Li Yunlong found a 38 big cover and handed it to Wang Xikui, pointed to the target in the distance, and said: "One hundred and fifty meters target, ordinary devils shoot at this distance, you shoot a shot..."

Wang Xikui said confidently: "Commander, you can take a look..."

Raise the gun, squint your eyes and aim, and then 'snap' a shot, and the bullet hit the humanoid target in the chest.

"Not bad."

Nodding with satisfaction, Li Yunlong, who was holding the binoculars, praised: "One hundred and fifty meters, right in the chest, and the marksmanship of the devil is almost the same."

Then his tone changed: "However, there is not so much time for you to aim carefully on the battlefield, and no one has asked you to stand and aim vertically for so long, and the devil's marksmanship is not vegetarian."

"Change the way of playing, everything starts from actual combat"

He walked to a bunker, then pointed to about 30 meters behind the bunker and said: "It's still a 150-meter target, this is the bunker, where do you jump in the curve, and then aim and shoot, the duration of which cannot exceed ten seconds."

The so-called leap is to rush from one shelter to another.

"Yes," Wang Xikui's tone was still confident.

He ran about 30 meters away, stopped, and then held the 38 big cover in one hand, hooked his waist and lowered his body, squinted his eyes at the target in the distance, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, running between several shelters in a zigzag, quickly jumping into the trench, raising his gun, aiming, shooting, a set of actions in one go.

Smack...

Shots rang out, but this time, the humanoid target was quiet, and the bullets didn't know where they flew.

"Again..." Li Yunlong's voice remained unchanged.

"Yes," Wang Xikui's voice suddenly lowered several points.

Walking to the starting position repeatedly, Wang Xikui took a few breaths fiercely, squinted his eyes and looked at the humanoid target more than a hundred meters away, his heart suddenly beat violently, and more than ten years of Orion experience suddenly could not bring him much confidence.

One hundred and fifty meters, the humanoid target looks like a small dot, aiming is very difficult, it takes at least a breath to aim...

Thirty meters is not far away, but the leap is very physical, and the moment you jump into the trench, you have to raise your gun to aim, which is a bit difficult...

After taking a few heavy breaths, Wang Xikui started again.

Zigzag running and jumping, jumping into the trenches, raising guns, shooting...

'Smack', the target still didn't move, and the bullet missed the target again.

Looking at the empty target blankly, Wang Xikui's confident face collapsed in an instant.

"This is the sharpshooter?"

Li Yunlong was not polite, he glanced at Wang Xikui, then looked at the people watching around, and said in a mocking tone: "Does anyone else want to try it?"

The soldiers of the fourth company of the second battalion were silent for a while, Wang Xikui was indeed one of the best marksmen among them, if it weren't for his old age and poor health, he would have gone to the assault company a long time ago.

"Gun"

After taking a warrior's Hanyangzao, Li Yunlong decided to demonstrate it himself.

Holding a Hanyang shot, Li Yunlong walked to the starting position, he bent down and pressed down, held the gun in both hands, suddenly exerted force under his feet, and quickly rushed out, with a tumbling work in the middle, he hid in a shelter fifteen meters away, and then jumped into the trench again with the same action.

It takes no more than five seconds, the movements are smooth, and the exposure time is minimal.

Raising the gun, aiming, the 'pop' gunfire rang out, Li Yunlong didn't look at it, lowered his head and hid in the trench and quickly ran to five meters away, raised his head and fired again, and then repeatedly shifted the shot, and only after five bullets in a row did he stop.

"All five shots..."

In the distance, a fighter reported the target.

The people of the fourth company of the first battalion were suddenly silent, and their eyes looking at Li Yunlong suddenly became hot...

Is this the strength of a battlefield sharpshooter?

Throwing the gun in his hand to the previous soldier, Li Yunlong's voice sounded again, with ferocity and ruthlessness:

"I can't hit every target, and I still want to hit the devil?"

"Devils are not targets, they can run, they can jump, they can leap, and their movements are sharper than you."

"Devils also have guns, and they can shoot too, as for the marksmanship of devils, I won't say much, I believe I've seen it before"

"On the battlefield, either you kill the enemy, or the enemy kills you, whoever moves fast and shoots accurately will survive"

"Labor and management are here to take you to fight devils, not to collect your corpses, give me good training"

"And you, Wang Xikui, the cigarettes of labor and management are not so easy to smoke, after five days, labor and management will personally check your training results, and if you still can't hit, you will feed the horses to labor and management"

"Yes"

The crowd responded in unison.

Especially Wang Xikui, whose sharp and confident eyes returned.

At the edge of the shooting range, Zhao Gang, who watched the whole process, sighed: "A real tiger general, no wonder you can take a new group, no wonder you can kill Sakata"