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Chapter 644 Reorganization
The sun was getting higher and higher, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road.

Xiaozui held a banana leaf above his head to block the sun. Wang Zhong carried the newly acquired Shuilianzhu on his back, with bullets wrapped in a bag tied behind his back and two Ma brand pistols inserted behind his waist. They walked side by side on the road.

"Brother, why did you buy so many guns?"

Xiaozui asked Wang Zhong puzzledly.

Wang Zhong said: "As the old saying goes, you should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others. The world is so chaotic right now, I can't stay by your side to protect you all the time. You are a weak little girl, you must have some means to protect yourself."

"Ah?" Although Xiaozui was clumsy, his brain was quick. How could he not understand the meaning of Wang Zhong's words? But it was precisely because he understood what Wang Zhong meant that Xiaozui was so surprised.

Wang Zhong did not take Xiaozui back to the city, but led him to an empty place on the bank of Nujiang River where no one was around.

"This is the safety. You have to turn it on before the gun can fire!"

"This is the trigger, this is the magazine, this button controls the magazine, press it to eject the magazine..."

Wang Zhong first gave Xiaozui a brief explanation of the structure of the gun, and then began to teach her how to load the bullet and how to aim and fire.

Xiaozui had never touched a gun before, so he naturally knew nothing about it. He didn't even know how to hold a gun. Wang Zhong could only teach him personally, and during the teaching, the two of them inevitably had physical contact.

Wang Zhong was calm and not worried, but Xiaozui had always had a good impression of Wang Zhong, and now that they suddenly had physical contact, she couldn't help feeling a little shy.

"There's nothing clever about shooting. You just need to keep your eyes, crosshairs and target in a straight line." Wang Zhong first corrected Xiaozui's movements, then demonstrated how to shoot a few times himself, and then urged Xiaozui to practice shooting.

At first, Xiao Zuiguang would be scared every time he fired a gun, but as he fired more and more, he got used to the sound of the gun and his accuracy improved a lot. However, he still needed to practice his accuracy. After emptying two magazines, he only hit the target tree ten meters away with two shots. This hit rate was really low.

In the evening, after having dinner at Xiaozui's house, Wang Zhong returned to the shelter and was surrounded by a group of extremely curious deserters.

"Boss, what about a gun?" Bu La and Wang Zhong were from the same hometown, and they had a relationship because they had helped each other with work before, so they naturally became closer: "Don't you like it?"

Yao Ma, who had always been inseparable from him, also surrounded Wang Zhong curiously.

Wang Zhong said: "No, I gave it to my sister!"

"By the way, you were not here today. The veterinarian said that there was an order from above. In a few days, the superiors will send people to integrate our group of defeated soldiers. They said they would go to Burma to fight against the Japanese."

"Going to Myanmar?" Wang Zhong looked at Bula and nodded. Of course he knew about this, but he didn't expect that it would happen so soon.

"Did you say when?"

Bu La shook his head and said, "I didn't say that."

Wang nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

In the barracks, Ayi was sleeping next to Wang Zhong's bed. There was no other way. In the entire shelter, Ayi was the cleanest. Not only his clothes and daily living habits, but even his bed was tidy. Although Wang Zhong had a strong ability to survive and could accept any conditions, it would be better if they were a little cleaner.

In terms of military rank, Wang Zhong is now just a small second lieutenant platoon leader. As for background, the old boss who was assigned this identity by the system was defeated. Otherwise, he would not have ended up in Zenda like this group of defeated soldiers.

Zenda is located on the southwestern border, and there are absolutely no Japanese troops around, at least for now.

In front of the group of defeated soldiers in the shelter, Wang Zhong couldn't say a word, let alone expect others to listen to him.

"I heard that you bought a gun?" Wang Zhong had just laid down when Ayi, who had been a quiet person, suddenly spoke.

"I bought it." Wang Zhong said as he handed the Ma brand pistol he had just taken from his waist to Ayi: "Captain Ayi, can you give me your opinion?"

A Yi was somewhat flattered. He took the pistol handed over by Wang Zhong with some embarrassment. He held the gun in front of his eyes and stroked it gently as if he were touching a rare treasure.

"This is the M1903 pistol produced by Colt. It is one of the most classic pistols in the world. In China, it is generally called the Colt Colt."

Commander Ayi had sufficient theoretical knowledge, but he had never been on the battlefield, so he was dragged by the fleeing soldiers and fled south to Zenda. Although his military rank was the highest among the fleeing soldiers, he was a real fledgling.

However, Ayi's desire to serve his country is no less than anyone else's.

As Ayi spoke, he removed the magazine, pulled the bolt, ejected the bullet from the barrel, and carefully checked the condition of the gun.

"Commander Ayi, you are the battalion commander, so this should be your gun!" Wang Zhong said with a smile.

A Yi paused while checking his gun and said awkwardly, "What kind of battalion commander am I? I just graduated from military school and have never fought in a war."

Wang Zhong said: "It doesn't matter if you haven't fought in a war. No one knows how to fight when they are born. As long as you are willing to learn, you will definitely be able to learn it."

Ah Yi forced out a not-so-ugly smile, assembled the pistol, and returned it to Wang Zhong: "This gun is in good condition and has been well maintained. It won't affect its use."

Wang Zhong said, "I heard that the order came down from above to gather all of our defeated soldiers together? Commander Ayi, didn't you hear any news?"

Ayi shook his head to ease the embarrassment.

Seeing that Ayi was a little embarrassed, Wang Zhong stopped asking questions, stuffed the gun under the pillow, said good night to Ayi, and fell asleep.

In the next few days, Wang Zhong not only checked Meng Fanle's broken leg and changed his dressings regularly, but also helped veterinarian Hao take care of the remaining injured people.

In just a few days, the original dozen or so injured had been reduced to a few. The speed was so fast that the veterinarian sighed all night.

The rest of the time was spent accompanying Xiaozui. Now Wang Zhong had three meals a day at Xiaozui's home. As for the food allocated to him by the shelter, Wang Zhong asked the veterinarian to distribute it all to the group of wounded soldiers.

After a few days, Xiaozui had become proficient in using the Mazda 9 rifle that Wang Zhong had equipped her with. However, her shooting skills were still a bit rough. There was nothing she could do about it. After all, Xiaozui was not a gifted person. On the contrary, she was a bit clumsy, so she could not learn quickly.

Even if one is gifted, the marksmanship can only be developed with bullets. However, for Xiaozui now, as long as he can skillfully use the pistol, it is enough for close range, and it is not so important whether he can shoot accurately or not. Wang Zhong fired more than 30 of the 100 pistol bullets prepared for Xiaozui. Wang Zhong left more than 20 for Xiaozui, and he stuffed the rest into the space.

On this day, Wang Zhong was teaching Xiaozui to practice shooting when Doubing ran over in a hurry and breathlessly told Wang Zhong that someone from his superiors was counting the names and places of origin of the defeated soldiers, checking their bodies, and trying to reorganize them in the shelter.

After hearing what Doubing said, Xiaozui said to Wang Zhong with a serious face: "Brother, go quickly! I can go back by myself!"

"Take good care of yourself, I'll come to see you when I have time!" Wang Zhong said to Xiaozui.

"Yes! I will take good care of myself!" Xiaozui looked at Wang Zhong with concern and said, "You should take good care of yourself too."

"I will!"

"I'm leaving!"

Xiaozui watched the backs of Wang Zhong and Bula as they trotted away, tapping his lower lip with his pearly teeth, his eyes flickering. After the two men's backs had completely disappeared from his sight, he leaned over to pick up the bullet casings on the ground one by one, put them in his pocket, put the gun away, and stared at the tree that they had used as a target for several days for a long time before reluctantly going home.

Wang Zhong was basically not there during the day, so he missed the scene where the current Sichuan Army Corps commander Yu Xiaoqing was putting on a show to win the hearts of the defeated soldiers. He also missed the scene where Mi Long was covered in dirt by the broken tiles from half of the roof.

When Wang Zhong and Doubing rushed back to the shelter, Yu Xiaoqing's confidants were registering the defeated soldiers, and the veterinarian and Fanla were examining them.

After the veterinarian and Fanla checked, the defeated soldiers walked up to Yu Xiaoqing's confidants one by one, stood at attention and saluted, loudly stating their names, hometowns and resumes.

"Li Sifu, Sichuan Army Corps, Corporal of the Second Heavy Gun Company!"

"I am from Datong, Shanxi Province. I have fought in the war. I am a warrant officer and deputy platoon leader in the transportation battalion of the 17th Reorganization Division."

"Lin Yi, from Shanghai, has never fought in a war."

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Wang Zhong and Doubing arrived last, so they were naturally the last to arrive.

Doubing was the first to step out of the line. After saluting, he introduced himself in a loud voice: "My name is Gu Xiaomai. I'm from Baoding, Hebei Province. I'm a private in the baggage battalion of the newly formed 51st Division. I've fought in wars, but I've never been to school!"

"Looking at your age, you are only about fifteen or sixteen, how come you are a private first class?"

"Sir! I'm nineteen and I've been a soldier for five years!"

"Next!" Zhang Lixian waved his hand, Doubing walked down, and it was Wang Zhong's turn.

"Wang Zhong, from Hunan, was a second lieutenant platoon leader in the 93th Company, 5rd Battalion, 472nd Regiment, th Division, rd Army. He participated in the Battle of Xuzhou, has good marksmanship, and has been to school."

"Your shooting skills are pretty good?" Zhang Lixian stopped writing, looked at Wang Zhong, and asked curiously, "How is it not bad?"

"Within a hundred meters, every bullet hits its target!" Wang Zhong said.

When it is time to show yourself, you have to show yourself. Now is not the time to hide your shortcomings. Only by performing better can you have the right to speak.

"And he's a sharpshooter?" Zhang Lixian looked at Wang Zhong with increasing curiosity.

Wang Zhong said: "During the Battle of Xuzhou, I participated in the battle for the first time and killed more than 30 Japanese soldiers. I was promoted from a private to a platoon leader. I led 20 or so brothers who were good at shooting to specifically snipe at Japanese officers."

"He's a combat hero!" Zhang Lixian looked at Wang Zhong in disbelief: "Then why are you here?"

"I was injured on the battlefield and followed the team all the way here!" Wang Zhong said frankly.

"Injured?" Being injured on the battlefield is normal for soldiers, and Zhang Lixian was not surprised.

"Where are you hurt?"

Wang Zhong unbuttoned a few buttons and pulled down the clothes on his right shoulder, revealing the wound on his chest near his shoulder.

"It's ready now. It won't affect shooting." Wang Zhong said.

"You said you were a good shooter. I really want to believe you, but seeing is believing, hearing is not..."

"What do you want to try, sir?"

Zhang Lixian thought about it, walked to the side, picked up a piece of broken tile the size of an egg, held it up to Wang Zhong and said, "Did you see it?"

"I'll throw this tile out. If you can hit it in mid-air, it means you're a really good marksman."

Wang Zhong took off the water beads from his back, held them in his hands, and said, "Please give me some advice, sir."

Zhang Lixian glanced at Wang Zhong, then turned around and threw the tile with all his strength. The tile flew into the air and flew more than ten meters away in the blink of an eye.

Before Zhang Lixian had time to turn around, he heard the sound of a gun bolt being pulled next to him, followed by a "bang" of a gunshot, and the broken tile that was moving rapidly forward in the air was smashed into pieces.

All the defeated soldiers and Commander Yu's trusted elite soldiers were looking at this scene in shock.

Don't think that because such situations often occur on TV, it means that this kind of thing is easy to do. The broken tiles the size of eggs flying in the air are completely different from those stationary targets. There is no time to aim at all. If you want to hit them, you have to rely on accurate shooting skills that are almost instinctive.

"Your marksmanship is amazing!" Zhang Lixian was so surprised that he even spoke in Sichuan dialect: "I didn't expect that among this group of fleeing soldiers, there is a sharpshooter like you."

Zhang Lixian's gaze towards Wang Zhong had completely changed.

"I will report this matter to the regiment commander truthfully!" Zhang Lixian turned around and said to the group of defeated soldiers: "Our regiment commander has always promoted people based on their talents. As long as you have the ability, you will be given important positions."