under fire

The guards who followed the chiefs to the division meeting every time would gather together to communicate with each other whenever they had time.

But the gunfire of the shooting competition was so dense, it was the first time for the guards to encounter it.

The Eighth Route Army is short of ammunition, and it is impossible to fiddle with bullets.

Well-informed guards already knew that the Ninth Battalion brought back a lot of ammunition.

It is said that there are [-] rounds
There were about twenty regiments who came to the meeting, and one regiment could be divided into two thousand. If it was a regiment with only about a thousand troops, one soldier could be divided into two rounds!

Three guns and eight shots can at least become five shots and eight shots.

Before the shooting competition started, the division guards immediately announced the change of the rules.

The guards dropped their jaws in shock.
The bastard named Big Dog in the Independence Regiment that the division guards said directly led the people to insert the wooden stakes used as targets 300 meters away.

So far. Even the target can't be seen clearly, what else?
It's not unheard of to hit a target from 200 meters away. It's just a legend, okay?

For the normal marksmanship practice assessment of soldiers, the standard is 100 meters.

However, the guards of the division said that everyone is a good player in the selection, so naturally the standard should be raised.

But you put 200 meters, isn't it intentional to embarrass others?

To be a chief security guard is to consider comprehensive ability, not necessarily good marksmanship to be a security guard.

After arguing for a long time, they finally calmed down.

Even if you can't beat it, you can't be cowardly!
Besides, the rifle bullets are "sponsored" by the independent group, so we should strive for this opportunity as a marksmanship practice.

If someone is so powerful, you can even talk to him about shooting skills.

There are ten people in a group, lying in a row, not even bothering to make a target in the distance, just stick a wooden stake and finish the job.

A row of guns is fifty rounds of bullets.

For this competition, it is estimated that five or six hundred bullets will be used.
The distance is too far, it seems that it is not about who can shoot more accurately, but to see who can hit the target with the bullet!
The big dog hit all five shots, the key is that his shooting speed is still very fast.

Immediately surrounded by a group of guards, he was asked to talk about his shooting experience.
"Three points and one line is the foundation. As long as you can load a thousand rounds of bullets, you can hit the target with any aim."

"Cut a thousand rounds? Is there something wrong with your mind?"

"Our regiment's sharpshooters are all on the front line. Who would be so stupid to use sharpshooters as guards! Their regiment leader must be afraid of death." A certain old man was sour after drinking too much vinegar.

"That's right, those next to the leader are all useless." After finishing speaking, the big dog deliberately turned his head and glanced at Xiaodou next to him.

The big dog didn't realize that when the words came out, a large area was hit.

The one next to him quit immediately: "Hey, what you said is not right, according to what you said. Are all of us guards worthless?"

"Didn't say you," the big dog quickly explained.

"Then are you talking to me?" The other rolls up his sleeves with wide eyes: "Come on, let's practice!"

The big dog was helpless: "Oh, I said I can do it myself?"

"Which regiment are you in?"

"What the hell is the leader of the independent regiment's security platoon, my name is Xiaodou."

"Xiaodou? Okay, I remember you."

Xiaodou next to him was a little confused. Is the big dog trying to bring hatred to him, or is he giving himself face?
Just after noon.

The meeting ended earlier than expected.

The cooking class of the independent group will deliver lunch directly to the conference room.

Looking at the half-inch thick strips of meat on the lunch box, there is a fish thicker than a big finger beside it.
The bottom is white rice
White rice topped with broth!
The group leaders are a little dumbfounded
The big political commissar sat on it and didn't say a word, no one dared to touch the spoon.
All eyes were on Captain Lu.

"Everyone is welcome, just eat with your belly open. This time, not only the wounded, but also the soldiers. Even the villagers on the other side of the river have their share." Head Lu stood up and explained: "The fish are caught from the river. This year there is less water, and the fish are relatively small. As for the meat, the soldiers killed a litter of wild boars in the mountains and kept them for half a month. The mountains are short of salt, so there is no way to keep them for a long time. gone."

A group leader sniffed the lunch box, and immediately shouted: "What's going to stink, it stinks already!"

Head Lu looked at the political commissar, a little guilty: "President political commissar, you can just eat, there are still more in the cooking class."

The big political commissar looked serious: "Are you sure everyone has a share?"

Head Lu was a little embarrassed: "I guarantee that everyone will have a share"

The head of the supplementary regiment, Chen, saw that the chief political commissar had a bad face. As head Lu's neighbor and "in-law", he quickly stood up and made a rescue: "The chief political commissar, I can't blame the chief Lu for this matter. The food of the independent regiment is good, yes Because they are really good at beating devils and seizing them.”

A certain regiment leader didn't take it seriously: "How powerful is it?"

Commander Chen looked around: "Everyone should have heard that one platoon attacked the county, and a brigade of devils had to give up mopping up and return to aid the county. To gain precious time, the headquarters was besieged last year, and the various ministries were ordered to reinforce, and the Ninth Battalion was still a company at that time, and led away a brigade of devils."

"Hey, I remember it was mentioned in the briefing. That old Lu, is he really a soldier of your regiment? Hurry up and call that platoon leader here and let's take a look."

The other team leader immediately stood up and asked, "Lao Lu, the advance team missed that time. It seems that the political commissar Ding Deyi led the team?"

"Old Lu, I heard that there was a devil who lured away a brigade. Is it your independent group?"

"We only have three independent regiments in our division. If we add the small establishments of each military division, more than a dozen independent regiments will definitely be indispensable."

The big political commissar's face softened a lot, and then he waved his hand: "I know which one you are talking about, so hurry up and eat."

The head of the first regiment picked up the piece of meat in front of him and smelled it: "Hey, big political commissar, do I really eat it?"

The head of the regiment next to him immediately yelled loudly: "Eat meat for those who are capable, and porridge for those who are not."

Head Lu rushed to the side of the big political commissar: "Political commissar, you see that our independent regiment has a lot of people and guns, can you give us an official number?"

"We are revolutionary soldiers with faith. We must always bear in mind that we shoulder the hope of the nation. The guy in Chongqing only gave us the establishment of the third division and nine regiments. We beat devils quietly. Do you understand? Besides, the designation is just a Numbers, as long as you can fight devils, do all the comrades here know you?"

A head of the regiment echoed: "The political commissar is right, shoot the first bird, if your record is known by the little devils, maybe their advance team will come to you at any time."

Head Lu couldn't help being afraid for a while, the independent group didn't have an official number yet, so he worked with the devil's advance team five or six times!
Even the wine stand was targeted by the devil's advancing team twice in a row.

It seems that all these things have something to do with Jiuying who is not worried.
"What are you all doing in a daze? Hurry up and eat, and you have to go back to your respective residences in the afternoon."

Even wild boar jerky cannot be preserved for a long time in the absence of salt.

The stinky meat is still meat, and the cooking class has been steaming for a long time. It is estimated that no matter how severe the bacteria are, it is almost killed.

Immediately a gust of wind swept through the meeting room.

After more than ten minutes, the clean lunch box was taken away by the soldiers of the cooking class.

A soldier from the cooking class asked, "Why didn't I see a single fish bone on the ground?"

"Chew it up and swallow it."

"how do you know?"

"Did you spit out the bones when you first ate fish at the wine station?"

"First time? Uh...you make it sound like...it makes sense."

After dinner.

The regiment leaders left the wine station with their respective guards and returned to their respective defense areas.

A certain regiment leader looked at the guard Sun Dingguo listlessly, and asked casually: "Why, this time you lost to the skinny monkey again?"

Sun Dingguo wept bitterly: "Originally we had a tie with him, but then we lost to an independent regiment soldier surnamed 'Lao'."

"What did you say? Surnamed Park? Does that guy speak bird language?"

"That's right, you know him?"

"Haha, you are not wronged if you lost to him. That guy is cruel and ruthless. What kind of martial arts are you talking about in your Sun family's boxing style? It's normal if you can't beat him."

"That's right, that guy sneaked up on him as soon as he came up."

"Can you blame others? On the battlefield, you look at the enemy, don't you tell the enemy, please enlighten me, you shoot first."

"Hey, Captain. You seem to have seen it with your own eyes?"

"That guy from Pu is an instructor at the headquarters. He somehow made it to the Independence Regiment. If you see him in the future, do it right away. His three-legged cat kung fu is no match for you."

"So it's like this." Sun Dingguo shook his fist: "Next time, he will definitely hit him with teeth all over the place."

The team leader nodded: "Right, we have to learn from our failures."

[In the next few chapters, by the way, I will talk about Kondo Shinpachi]