Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1560 If you want to learn, I will teach you!
The next day.

The second day of Mid-Autumn Festival.

The imperial concubine got up early in the morning and helped Xiao Hu and others move the oil barrels stored in the oil depot.

In addition to tank trucks, oil is mainly transported by loading oil barrels on heavy trucks.

These oil barrels are made of polyethylene (PE) and can be reused and recycled to store oil.

An oil barrel usually has a capacity of 200 liters, a diameter of 80 cm and a height of 120 cm.

A barrel of oil weighs hundreds of pounds and requires many people to push it.

There are a total of six oil depots in Oil City, three underground and three above-ground.

A long time ago, underground fortresses were built in the oil city. Nowadays, these underground fortresses are basically used as warehouses to store oil and various food, military ammunition and other supplies.

There are one hundred and forty vehicles, including twenty tank trucks, with capacities ranging from 5 tons to 50 tons. The twenty-ton tank truck can hold 600 tons of oil.

There are one hundred and twenty trucks, ranging from ten-ton to 100-ton super-heavy trucks, with an average load of 30 tons, capable of carrying 3600 tons of supplies.

However, the supplies transported from the Oil City to the Big Camphor Tree Base are not only oil, but also various supplies needed for the Big Camphor Tree Base collected from the Oil City.

Whenever the Big Camphor Tree Base needed something, tasks would be issued simultaneously in the three locations, and people from the three locations would search for it. However, there were many survivors in the Oil City, and the population mobility was high, so they could always be found through the Oil City.

In addition to the required supplies and materials, even the required information on various mines, zombies, etc. can be released through the mission halls in the three locations.

There are one hundred and forty vehicles, twenty tankers, one hundred trucks loaded with oil barrels, and the remaining twenty trucks are loaded with supplies found after missions were issued by other headquarters bases.

It takes a lot of time to transport oil barrels, and it is mainly because the barrels must be stacked reasonably and steadily. Otherwise, on the dilapidated roads in the apocalypse, accidents can easily occur amidst the ups and downs.

"Slow down, slow down. Don't let it fall over." Xiao Hu shouted to the team members who were pushing carts to carry the oil drums.

Whenever oil drums were moved, he had to be there to watch.

There are many things to note when moving oil drums. Before moving the oil drums, combustible materials must be controlled and fire sources must be cut off during the movement. If anyone dares to smoke at this time, he must be severely punished.
North area of ​​the trading market.

Building 7, inpatient building.

Uncle San and Lao Luo came together.

In the ward, Heishou and Zheng Shiwu were sitting on the beds, one on the east and one on the west.

There was no communication between the two.

For this mission, the two were arranged in the same room after their conditions stabilized.

When Uncle San came in, he saw that the two of them hadn't exchanged a single word, and the atmosphere seemed to be somewhat frozen.
The door was pushed open, and the two people in the room saw Uncle San and Lao Luo at the same time.

When Zheng Shiwu saw his uncle come in, he stood up immediately. When Heishou saw Zheng Shiwu stand up, he also stood up slowly.

Heishou still doesn't know what Uncle San was before, nor does he know what Zheng Shiwu did before. Although he was defeated by Zheng Shiwu in the octagon cage, he was not convinced.

When he was in the octagon cage, he did not use cold weapons or guns. If he were allowed to use weapons, he felt that he would be stronger than the masked man, Zheng Shiwu.

Uncle San took a look at the condition of the two of them. The gauze on Hei's hand had been removed, and the wound on Zheng Shiwu's arm had healed. After these days of good food and drink, the two of them had rosy complexions and abundant blood.

The two of them had good physical constitutions and recovered from their injuries much faster than ordinary people.

In just half a month, both of them had recovered almost completely.

"It seems that you have all recovered well, so is it time to start the mission?" Uncle San asked the two of them.

"I have no problem, but I don't know about him." Heishou glanced at Zheng Shiwu, his words laced with sarcasm.

Zheng Shiwu ignored the black hand and said respectfully to his uncle:

"I'm always ready to fight."

"hehe."

Uncle San smiled and nodded. It seemed that the two had fought before and still hadn't let go of their unhappiness.

The two of them are going to the northwest to carry out a mission. It would definitely be more difficult to do it alone, so at least they can have someone to look after them if they go together.

So he said to the two of them, "In that case, I will let you set off tomorrow. You will form a group of two and head to the northwest together. Before you leave, I will send someone to prepare three months' worth of food, guns, bullets, bombs, walkie-talkies, radios, and everything else you need."

"Let me go with him? Who listens to whom?" asked Black Hand.

It seemed that he was still a little unconvinced.

Uncle San looked at Zheng Shiwu, who looked at Heishou with some disdain, "Of course you listen to me. What can you, a defeated general like me, say?"

Black Hand's eyes turned cold, "Close combat is only part of my strength. If I had cold weapons, I could kill you directly. I can also crush you with my gun skills."

"Ha!" Zheng Shiwu snorted coldly, his face full of disdain.

Uncle San tasted what was going on. Neither of them was willing to give in. The solution was very simple.

Let the two of them compare.

"In that case, let's let you compete in close combat, cold weapon duel, and marksmanship. Whoever wins will lead the team. How about it?" Uncle San made a suggestion.

"Do you dare?" Heishou raised his head arrogantly, looking down on Zheng Shiwu.

"Okay." Zheng Shiwu nodded.

"Then you two change your clothes." Uncle San waved to Zhong Chuchu behind him and asked him to bring the clothes over.

Two sets of spotted camouflage uniforms.

Zhong Chuchu put the clothes on their bed and went out.

After Uncle San came out of the ward, he picked up the intercom and contacted Ju Tianrui who was in the recruit training camp, asking him to prepare guns, cold weapons and venues.

soon.

Zheng Shiwu and Heishou came out wearing camouflage uniforms.

Zheng Shiwu's face was covered with a black mask and he was wearing a hat.

Uncle San didn't say anything after seeing it. Wearing a mask is his own freedom.

"Let's go." Lao Luo glanced at the two of them and said.

The group arrived at the recruit training base in the northern district, which covers a total area of ​​20 acres.

Ju Tianrui stopped the training of new recruits and greeted his uncle and others.

"Minister, the weapons site is ready." He pointed to the two tables on the right.

Daggers, spears, bayonets, crossbows, machetes, combat guns and other cold weapons were placed on it, while automatic rifles, pistols, sniper rifles and other firearms were placed on another table.

Uncle San looked at Heishou and Zheng Shiwu behind him.

"Shall we compare our shooting skills first?"

"Automatic rifle, fixed-point target shooting, 200 meters and 400 meters, rounds of bullets, see who has the highest hit rate."

The two men stepped forward, each took an automatic rifle, and familiarized themselves with the firearms in their hands.

Zheng Shiwu's movements were as smooth as flowing water, and he could disassemble and assemble the parts extremely quickly.

When Heishou saw his actions, he frowned slightly and thought to himself that this man seemed to be familiar with guns.

"I'm ready."

"I'm fine too."

Lao Qin acted as the referee in the middle, holding a whistle and said to the black hand: "You shoot first."

Dilulu——

Whistle!

The black hand stood up, aimed at the fixed target 200 meters away, took a deep breath, and fired.

boom!boom!
After the ten shots were fired, the person observing the target on the opposite side ran to take down the iron gun target for study.

"Ten shots hit ten rings, a total of one hundred rings."

Heishou's mouth corners raised. Shooting at a fixed point 200 meters away was easy for him.

He looked at Zheng Shiwu with a slightly provocative look, but Zheng Shiwu ignored him.

Lao Qin asked Heishou to put down his gun and signaled Zheng Shiwu to get ready.

A whistle blew.

Gunfire followed.

Bang! Bang! Bang! .
After ten bullets were fired in succession, the observer also reported that all ten bullets hit the ten rings.

This one's a tie.

Next is a 400-meter fixed target.

Blackhand still goes first, but now the distance is doubled to 400 meters. Generally speaking, the effective range of an automatic rifle is usually 400 meters. It is not impossible to hit the target beyond meters, but the hit rate will be reduced.

This time Black Hand was more serious. He took aim and continued firing bullet after bullet.

"Ten shots hit the target, ninety-five rings! Two of the bullets were slightly off-position, one nine rings, one six rings."

This result is already an excellent one because they used automatic rifles instead of sniper rifles.

And it also achieved a good score of 95 rings.

The key is to complete the timing within ten seconds.

Black Hand felt it was okay, at least this was at the level he was at.

You should know that in the special forces before the end of the world, the passing requirement for ordinary special forces soldiers was only to hit eight bullets.

He hits 100% of the time and with extremely high accuracy.

Next came Zheng Shiwu, with a whistle.

The bullet flew out of the gun barrel.

Bang bang bang.
The interval between bullets is extremely short.

"Eight seconds, ninety-eight rings." The observer's voice came over the intercom.

Heishou, who was standing nearby, also heard it and looked at Zheng Shiwu in disbelief.

After checking the target, Lao Qin said to Zheng Shiwu and Hei Shou:
"Master Zheng wins!"

"Impossible, how can he hit better than me! I want to see the target." Black Hand yelled at the referee Lao Qin with some anger.

Old Qin frowned when he was scolded by him for no reason, but said nothing.

He didn't want to argue with him.

Uncle San was very fair. He picked up the walkie-talkie and asked the observer on the opposite side to bring over all the targets that had just been shot.

Soon, the observer brought all four targets.

And it clearly states who did it and how many meters it is.

Only after the black hand carefully saw the holes on the target did he admit defeat.

He lost two of the three competitions. Even though he defeated Zheng Shiwu with cold weapons, he still lost overall.

Even though Black Hand was reluctant, he had no choice but to accept it.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Zheng Shiwu stretched out his right hand. "I fought for points in the previous competition. I had no choice. From now on, we will carry out missions together and take care of each other."

Heishou looked at the hand he stretched out to him. Although he was still a little unconvinced, the original depressed mood had dissipated a lot.

In his opinion, it was not that he was too weak, but that Zheng Shiwu was too strong. It was not shameful to lose to someone stronger than himself.

Even though he was absolutely confident in the use of cold weapons, he didn't want to test it because the result was already decided.

"Okay." Black Hand stretched out his hand and shook his.

let go.

Blackhand looked at a sniper rifle on the table.

Towards the referee, Lao Qin, he said arrogantly, "Hey, you, can you let me try the sniper rifle?"

When Lao Qin heard the orders from Black Hand, he frowned.

He acted as the referee in this competition. He just lost to Zheng Shiwu in the shooting. Hei Shou yelled at him, but he didn't bother with him.

Now he calls himself that person again, and his tone is so arrogant.

Fuck!
"Little boy, do you think you are so awesome?" Old Qin looked dangerous.

Damn it, just watching the two of them fighting each other like noobs, he didn't want to say anything.

After being bullied and ordered around, he decided to show this black-handed kid what shooting skills are like.

Hearing these provocative words, Black Hand snorted coldly, "I don't know if it's impressive or not, but I know you can't achieve the same results as me."

Zheng Shiwu knew the identities of his third uncle and Lao Qin, so he always treated them with respect and admiration.

Heishou didn't know, he just felt that there was some threat from Uncle San and the others, and thought they were probably veterans or something like that.

But even among veterans, there are very few who can score 400 rings in the -meter dash using an automatic rifle. It can even be said to be extremely rare.

Zheng Shiwu, who was next to Black Hand, quickly stopped Black Hand and said, "Black Hand."

Then he shook his head, signaling him not to mess around.

"Hahaha, Lao Qin is looked down upon. It's so funny." Ant was laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back.

The judge had a smile on his face; he loved watching such amusing scenes.

Both the Jackal and Third Uncle tried to hold back their laughter, looking as if they were enjoying a good show.

Lao Qin was the best shooter at medium and long distances in their original special operations team.

Now I am looked down upon by others, which is really a great amusement.

Lao Qin was so angry that his eyes looked like they were not eyes and his nose looked like it was not a nose.

Shouted to the observer: "Shoot!"

The observer quickly ran to replace the target.

Before firing, Lao Qin said to Heishou: "Young man, let me show you how I make a triangle."

"You are bragging, and you are still a triangle."

Before Black Hand could finish his words, gunshots rang out.

Lao Qin's speed was so fast that he didn't even fire single shots, but continuous shots.

Snap, snap, snap, snap!

He fired all thirty rounds in the magazine in one breath.

The black hand laughed crazy when he saw Lao Qin shooting like that. Who shoots like that?

At a distance of 400 meters, using an automatic rifle and firing continuously at such a fast speed, and forming a triangle, do you think you are a god?

After the gunfire stopped, Black Hand couldn't help but laugh:

"Brother, you are kidding me, you are shooting continuously and expect to hit the target, you are kidding me, hahahahaha."

"If you can hit me, I'll chop off my head and use it as your urinal."

But Zheng Shiwu on the side had a stern expression on his face. He knew the legendary deeds of his uncle and his gang, and was aware that their fighting power was outrageous, but it was indeed impossible to achieve this.

The recoil of an automatic rifle, or continuous shooting, is there no recoil when the gun is shooting?
Lao Qin didn't say anything, he just picked up the walkie-talkie and asked the observer to bring the target over.

In full view of everyone, they watched the observer pull out the target and run over with it.

When the observer brought the target closer and closer, he saw the triangle on the target.
The expressions of Heishou and Zheng Shiwu changed.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how is it possible to do this!" Black Hand reached out and touched the target, his eyes full of disbelief.

An equilateral triangle is outlined on the line between the ninth and tenth rings.

The circle of ten rings wraps around this triangle.

And the gap between each bullet seems to be the same.

Touching the bullet hole, he began to doubt his life.

He had never met anyone with such outrageous shooting skills in his life.

Zheng Shiwu also looked at Lao Qin in shock. He knew that they were good at shooting, but he didn't know they were so good.

Heishou's brain was working frantically, recalling Lao Qin's shooting posture just now. He keenly recalled that when Lao Qin shot, his shoulder seemed to have almost no vibration and almost no recoil?

Could it be that the target was changed? That was impossible, because he saw the target being brought over with his own eyes.

He looked at Lao Qin, his lips trembling. "How did you do it?"

Lao Qin smiled indifferently and put the gun back on the table.

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you!"

Hearing this, Hei Shou, who had always been somewhat proud, suddenly lost control of his emotions.
Kneeling on the ground helplessly, "I lost again."

After repeated failures, he really began to doubt his own abilities.

Am I really that weak?
How come an ordinary-looking old man is so fierce!
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