War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 425
Following Makar back to his ranch, before Wei Ran had time to find a suitable learning opportunity, the former led him to the garage full of various tools.

"Bring the gun, I'll help you maintain it."

As Makar said, he had dug out a bottle of gun oil and various firearm maintenance gadgets from the drawer, and while lighting himself a cigarette, he said, "Even if it is used for taking pictures, at least it should look clean Just do it."

Wei Ran opened his mouth, and finally honestly handed the gun bag he had carried all the way to the other party.

After receiving the gun bag, Makar opened the gun skillfully, seeing that there were no bullets in it, he immediately started to disassemble it.

It can be seen that Makar usually does this kind of work a lot, so before he finished smoking the cigarette in his mouth, there were already a bunch of parts on the stainless steel table top.

After such a short period of work, old Jerry, who had performed gun drawing yesterday, just happened to walk into the garage.

After some chatter between the two, Old Jerry took over the maintenance of the gun parts, while Makar took out a stack of coarse sandpaper and began to polish the dirty wooden butt.

This firearm does not pay much attention to patina, especially for weapons with wooden buttstocks. After being placed for a long time and affected by moisture, once the wooden parts are deformed, it will even affect the shooting accuracy of the firearm.

So in any case, there is nothing wrong with Makar's operation.However, along with the sandpaper, the traces of the years were gradually covered with a layer of worthless dust on the clean tabletop, which inevitably made Wei Ran feel a little regretful.

At the same time, the old Jerry also used a big brush to wipe off the sludge accumulated on various parts, and then pointed the air pump gun at the removed barrel to blow out all the accumulated stains inside.

With the cooperation of the old and the young, all the parts on the table were cleaned and wiped clean by diesel oil, and then a layer of gun oil was applied.

This is not over yet, the old Jerry even used a spray gun he found at hand to give a set of blued to the exposed metal parts, not to mention, he even carefully polished the butt of Makar with a large file. Repaired it again.

Although Makar did not translate, Wei Ran could also see that the old man had also considered the possible impact of the deformation of the wooden parts on the accuracy of the gun.

Under his watch, Makar and Old Jerry worked until noon, until the chef Sun who followed him from China had put the rabbits that the tourists had caught in the morning into the pot. Forgotten rifles have also been given a new look.

"Now it's the last step"

After some communication with Old Jerry, Makar said cheerfully, "Old Jerry said that this gun might still work, and he is going to help us test fire it."

"Actually not"

Before Wei Ran could finish his sentence, Old Jerry, who had just walked out of the garage, took out two green canvas ammunition bags and a much smaller M1 carbine from his car and waved to them.

"Let's go!"

Makar waved at Wei Ran, and while following old Jerry to the birch forest not far away, he said enthusiastically, "Victor, if that gun can be used, at least we can go hunting after lunch." How about wild boar?"

"Makar, those tourists are the ones who need your key services, and I'm just here to join in the fun." Wei Ran reminded helplessly.

"It's ok"

Makar said happily, "With Jessica and the others here, it's okay without the two of us. You can also call Aurora, not far from the place where we hunt wild boars, we can often pick up meteorites, and tonight We’d have bonfires there, like 19th-century cowboys around the fire, and tell horror stories about Native Americans.”

Same as fur.
Wei Ran shook his head secretly, although this Makar grew up in the United States, he is really not much different from Russian men. He really is lazy if he can, and dumps work to women if he can, without any psychology at all. burden.

But since the other party has said so, Wei Ran can't refuse, so he can only prevaricate and respond to you by saying "discuss with Aurora when we have dinner", which is considered perfunctory.

During the chat, the group of three came to the depths of the oak forest. Old Jerry took out a section of paracord from his pocket, and tied the refurbished rifle firmly to a foot at an angle of 45 degrees to the ground. On a thigh-thick oak tree.

After shaking to make sure the rifle would not move, Old Jerry took out a clip from the ammunition pouch at his feet, tapped it on the tree trunk and stuffed it into the chamber.

After finishing all this work, Old Jerry took out another parachute cord from his pocket, tied it to the trigger with a knot, and while letting go of the cord, he beckoned Wei Ran and Makar who were watching the excitement to retreat to a thick parachute. behind the oak tree.

Although there are only three of them living near this forest, the old gentleman still counts down to 321 in English that Wei Ran can understand, and then pops out a sentence that Wei Ran once heard in various games and movies. "fire in the hole!", and then he pulled the rope in his hand.

"boom!"

There was a crisp gunshot, and an undetectable cloud of smoke rose from the oak tree with the rifle tied ten meters away.

After waiting for a while, old Jerry stood up and walked forward a few meters to look around, then returned to the oak tree where he was hiding again, pulling the rope tied to the trigger again and again.

When the shell casing of the last bullet was accompanied by a crisp sound of "ding", each of them drew a parabola and hit the soft grass.The old man took out a new clip from the ammunition bag, tapped it and pressed it into the rifle again.

Repeating the process just now, he emptied a leak clip again. Old Jerry unfastened his rifle, pressed in a leak clip for the third time, aimed the gun at the shoulder-end at the root of a big tree tens of meters away, and pulled it repeatedly. trigger.

After one ear-piercing gunshot after another, the overly rigorous old Jerry handed the gun to Wei Ran with satisfaction, then bent down to pick up the ammunition bag at his feet and handed it over while saying something.

"Old Jerry said, be careful when reloading, this gun likes to eat fingers."

Makar helped translate, "So when loading the bullet, remember to hold the trigger handle with your little finger."

"I'll be careful"

Wei Ran politely nodded at the opponent, put the ammunition bag on his body indiscriminately, took out a clip, knocked on the tree trunk like the opponent, and pressed it into the rifle.

Speaking of which, it was really the first time for him to use this kind of rifle, so it was inevitable that he was a bit unfamiliar with the operation.But even so, it wouldn't be a surprise if we comprehended it by analogy.

Under the observation of old Jerry and Makar, Wei Ran emptied a clip, curiously asked a question that he might use, "Makar, assuming the bullet in the gun is not empty, or I How to reload a bullet with only half a missing clip?"

Hearing this, Makar didn't think about it at all, and directly translated it to Old Jerry, and then explained, "I usually use lever rifles and SKS produced by the Soviet Union. I really don't know how to answer your question, so let old Jerry demonstrate."

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately took out a leak clip and handed it to Old Jerry. The latter quickly removed a few bullets from it, and then demonstrated it carefully to Wei Ran several times, and at the same time babbled wearing something.

Makar, who was watching the excitement, followed the translator, "Old Jerry said, just like what he just demonstrated, this weapon can of course be loaded with a single shot, but it is too much trouble, and it is not practical at all, even in On the battlefield of World War II, unless there was really only the last bullet left, most of them would choose to directly replace it with a new full magazine.”

Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but nodded. Although the M1 Garand was often touted as the most successful semi-automatic individual weapon in World War II, at least the convenience of loading bullets can really be surpassed by the one in the metal book. The SVT40 was thrown as far as eight blocks.

But after all, in World War II, which was dominated by bolt-action rifles, there is really no need to worry about such a small problem.And after all, as old Jerry said, even on the battlefield of World War II, unless there are only a few bullets left in the pocket, otherwise, it is more realistic to pay attention not to be smashed by this weapon. consideration.

Once again, the old Jerry handed over the M1 carbine he brought to Wei Ran generously, and at the same time Makar who was next to him took the rifle from Wei Ran's hand and translated, " Old Jerry said the carbine was far more comfortable and convenient to use than the M1 Garand."

Looking at the short and powerful carbine in his hand, Wei Ran re-aimed at the big tree tens of meters away and pulled the trigger again.

In contrast, this gun is not only much lighter in weight, but also has a much gentler recoil, plus it uses what seems to be a more "normal" magazine today, so naturally there is no need to worry about the safety of your fingers.

Of course, even if you don't need to ask, just looking at the bullets in the magazine, you can tell that this comfortable carbine is much less powerful than the Garand.

As for why the idiot Mei didn't consider crossbreeding the Garand and the carbine, which also bear the "M1" number, it was naturally because they already had such a nondescript thing as the BAR.

After simply experiencing a pair of these two individual weapons used by American soldiers in World War II, and seeing that it was time for dinner, the three of them walked out of the oak forest together.

It was only half an hour before and after, and when they returned to the pond, there were more than a dozen wild boars on the side of the stove guarded by chef Sun. A large stainless-steel soup bucket filled with rabbit heads, the tourists definitely gained a lot this morning.

This also reflects the difference between here and Inta, where you play on Inta, you have to pay for hunting.But it's different here, charge?That doesn't exist at all!

These farmers headed by Makar really hope that these people brought by Sui Sui will kill all the wild boars and hares.

Therefore, these young tourists are really addicted to supplementing the bodies of small animals with metal elements.

However, the only unhappy person at the scene was Master Sun who was squatting next to those wild boar corpses and smoking.The uncle's frowning appearance almost made Makar think he was a member of an extreme animal protection organization.

"Master Sun, what's wrong with you?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"Ugh!"

Master Sun sighed, pointed at a half-sized wild boar with a blooming buttocks in front of him with a cigarette in his hand, "A pig! A pig! I picked out at least half a catty of bullets from its ass!"

"How did you fight?"

Wei Ran saw that Sui Sui was also approaching, and couldn't help asking, to be honest, even in the Berlin battlefield, he had never seen a corpse worse than these wild boars, and the blood holes on their bodies almost covered their bodies Everywhere, even where it can be eaten, there are only the big pig's hoofs that were cut off by Master Sun.

Sui Sui smiled awkwardly, and replied innocently, "Just set the fire."

(End of this chapter)