Military industrial hegemony

Chapter 167 Why Did You Move My Gun?
It was almost ten o'clock when he woke up, Jiang Chen rubbed his head and got up.What he drank last night was really too big, which made Jiang Chen secretly swear that he would never fight with soldiers again.This is not drinking, it is drinking water, especially the platoon leader Kong who had a gun match with Jiang Chen before, no, he should be called Company Commander Kong now, which surprised Jiang Chen even more.This seemingly not strong person actually didn't turn red after drinking two catties of white, and he didn't even go to the toilet.In the end, Jiang Chen was going to come with him. Those two people were wiped out, and they were all carried back.When Jiang Chen woke up, neither of them woke up.

After drinking a bowl of sour soup made by the old squad leader of the cooking squad himself, Jiang Chen regained his energy.Finding that there is nothing wrong, I plan to take a walk in the camp area to have a look.This camp seems to be converted from a dilapidated school, and there are blackboards in some rooms.Jiang Chen came to their training ground unknowingly after wandering around, and now he came out to do some training on crossing obstacles and dodging, and there was no queue training in Jiang Chen's impression at all.It seems that everything here is carried out according to actual combat conditions, and there are not so many requirements in the barracks.

After passing through these training areas, Jiang Chen came to the place where they had shooting training.There are four or five teams who are training with their heads hanging there.But what made Jiang Chen more interested was that there were many weapons on a desk next to it.And all of them are the firearms and equipment produced by Jiang Chen and the others, not the 56 and a half that the soldiers use to practice aiming.The maintenance of these equipments is very good. What surprised Jiang Chen was that there was a "High Precision Type II" sniper rifle produced by Jiang Chen and the others next to it, and this gun was entangled a lot by Jiang Chen and the others. Cloth strips for camouflage uniforms produced.Jing Jiang Chen was very interested in this, so he picked it up and wanted to take a closer look.

One of the soldiers who was still training the soldiers saw this scene, so he shouted to a soldier who was about thirty beside him: "Platoon leader, look!"

The platoon leader looked under the soldier's fingers and found a young man wearing a different military uniform (rest uniform designed by Jiang Chen, military style) playing with his beloved sniper rifle.So he quickly left the soldiers who were training and ran over angrily, snatched the gun from Jiang Chen's hand and shouted, "Who are you? Who told you to use my gun."

"Your gun? Is this gun yours?" Jiang Chen looked at the dark-faced old soldier and asked with a smile.

"Of course, besides our squad leader, who else has the qualifications for such an advanced sniper rifle." A young soldier behind the old soldier said proudly.

Jiang Chen felt interested and said, "Are you a sniper?"

The old soldier did not answer Jiang Chen's words, but continued to be vigilant: "Who are you, why did you use my gun?"

Jiang Chen was a little depressed about this kind of ignoring, so he rubbed his nose and said embarrassedly: "Hehe, I'm just curious, whose gun is so special, and it's wrapped in cloth strips."

"If you don't know someone, you can touch it. What if you break it? Can you afford it? This gun costs tens of thousands of dollars, and our camp only has a dozen or so, so it's expensive." A young soldier questioned Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen was very depressed, I couldn't afford to pay, because I didn't need to accompany him at all, and I made this gun in the first place.But he couldn't say that, so he just smiled and said: "Hehe, I'm sorry, I didn't know that this gun is not allowed to be touched, but our guns are allowed to be touched."

"Can your gun compare with this? This is a high-precision sniper rifle. Even the bullet it uses is several times more expensive than other bullets." The soldier spoke again.

Jiang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Sorry, I really don't know."

Jiang Chen was about to leave, but Platoon Leader Kong, it shouldn't be Company Commander Kong, came. He smiled and said to everyone, "What's wrong, what happened?"

Before the old platoon leader could speak, the little soldier on the side said first: "Report to the company commander, I don't know where this person came from, and he messed with our platoon leader's gun. What do you say if it breaks? This gun costs tens of thousands."

Seeing Jiang Chen's gloomy face, Company Commander Kong burst into enlightenment and laughed heartily, "That idiot, let him touch it, it'll be fine if it breaks."

The little soldier was stunned and stammered: "Company commander, this, this,,,,,,"

"Idiot, let him break it, you can give us a new one, and one broken one can be exchanged for two, it's a good deal." Company Commander Kong looked at the little soldier's head hard and scolded. road.

When Jiang Chen heard these words, there were already dense black lines on his forehead.He laughed and cried: "It turns out that I have always been a local tyrant in your eyes. You are going to beat the local tyrants and divide the land."

This company commander Kong showed a row of white teeth, which are actually not very white, but they are whiter under the dark skin. He laughed and said: "Hehe, just kidding, just kidding, how can we get your idea."

Seeing that row of glaring teeth and that smirk, Jiang Chen said angrily, "It's no wonder I believe you."

Seeing the platoon leader and the little soldier still confused, Company Commander Kong introduced helplessly: "This is Comrade Jiang Chen, the new type of rifle you are using and the sniper rifle in your hand, plus the The 120 bazooka and the camouflage uniforms you wear are all developed and produced by him."

The two soldiers were stunned for a long time, then suddenly stood at attention and saluted: "Hello, Chief."

Jiang Chen was a little overwhelmed by this scene, he didn't know how to answer, comrades, or serving the people, but in the end he didn't say anything, but stammered: "Hi, you."

"Old Zhao." Company Commander Kong said to the old platoon leader holding a sniper rifle: "Didn't you always have some questions about the use of this sniper rifle? Now is a great time to ask them."

"Ah, yes." The platoon leader Zhao said a little at a loss: "Chief, I actually have many,,, many,,, I want to compare marksmanship with you."

"Competition of marksmanship?" Jiang Chen and Company Commander Kong called out at the same time, and Company Commander Kong on the side immediately laughed and said, "Old Zhao, there is no need to compare this."

The platoon leader Zhao said honestly: "It's okay, I can give way to the chief. If it really doesn't work, my 56 and a half will do."

Company Commander Kong quickly winked and said: "There is really no need to compare this one, you should train that one."

But this platoon leader Zhao insisted: "It's okay, we can open the eyes of our new fighters."

Company Commander Kong on one side cursed loudly: "Competition what, Platoon Leader Zhao, did you win me a few times and then your tail went up to the sky. Do you know who you are facing? You are still competing with him, and you are still A sniper rifle, isn't this courting death?"

Jiang Chen didn't speak immediately. He stared at the platoon leader Zhao's glasses carefully, then smiled softly and said, "I accept your challenge."

The moment he heard what Jiang Chen said, Company Commander Kong patted him on the forehead and said, "It's over, the morale of the troops will be low for a while."

(End of this chapter)