The last emperor

Chapter 179 Firearms Reserve Team

The uncle went to the stone room where his parents lived. At this time, only the parents and uncle were chatting, and Zhang Jin sat silently by the side.

My mother couldn't help wiping away her tears while chatting. Zhang Jin felt very guilty. Because of his own reasons, his mother was afraid of affecting him and worried about his uncle, but he could only bear it silently in his heart. His mother and uncle depended on each other for life. It must have been a rough few months.

Xiao Zhenbang said with concern: "Feng, don't wipe away your tears. You cry when you are happy, and you cry when you are unhappy. This is not good for your health. You don't have to worry about anything if you are such a good boy."

The mother wiped away her tears with a smile and said: "Don't cry, don't let your energy hold you back, why don't you bring the tiger back too, this place should be much better than yours, it would be nice to live here."

Xiao Zhenbang nodded and said: "The conditions here are indeed good, but the city is still passable for the time being, I will let Huzi come back and have a look when conditions permit."

Dad said: "Looking at the situation, we really can't get in touch with the country?"

Xiao Zhenbang sighed and said: "The whole city fell within a few days of the disaster, and the communication was in chaos. After the evacuation plan and the quarantine area failed one after another, Xinyang fell into dead silence. The army responsible for protecting the city was captured by zombies. If there is any organization that can survive, I am afraid that even if there is an organization that is alive for a while, it will not be able to be contacted."

"Well, it seems that everything is really messed up. In this case, we can temporarily stand on our own as a collective to survive." Dad is a party member and has a keen political mind.

Xiao Zhenbang nodded and said: "I also want to talk about this with Jiner. When you lose contact with the country and organizations, it is not easy to survive in such a chaotic apocalypse. The hundreds of people in your village must be cautious. It is uncertain how long the disaster will last and when the country will regain control of the overall situation, Black Dragon Castle must make plans for long-term survival."

"Zhang Jin, what are you doing sitting so far away? Come and listen to your uncle." Dad called to Zhang Jin who was on the side.

Zhang Jin smiled and hurriedly took the wooden stool and sat over, it would be unreasonable for you people of your generation to chat with you by yourself.

Xiao Zhenbang said: "Judging from countless histories, I won't mention whether this situation will get better in a while. If there are fewer people, I won't mention it, but the survival of the whole village of Black Dragon Castle is not only a miracle, but also a hope. Black Dragon Fort must ensure that it survives without the loss of national leadership and the rule of law without any loss. To put it bluntly, you may be the hope of this country and even mankind."

Zhang Jin listened carefully, nodded slightly and said: "I have discussed this with everyone. For the time being, we will form an independent group and formulate simple rules. The training of soldiers has basically taken shape. In terms of production, my dad is leading it."

Xiao Zhenbang praised: "It's a good job. You can't make a square without rules. It's not easy to lead such a large population in a disaster. The rules must be gradually improved to adapt to this period. Sometimes the rules are rules. Don't show mercy. Establish your prestige and leadership. Only strength can make Black Dragon Fort go down."

"Yes." Zhang Jin nodded.

His uncle's words were obviously telling him to seize power. Of course he understood his uncle's intentions. Iron law is the most effective means of command in troubled times. The uncle who was the chief of police has dealt with many major incidents, and he knows the effect of iron fist on chaos. .

After chatting for a while, Mr. Lei Wu came over and asked to be seated, and the seat was set in Zhongyi Hall. Zhang Jin's parents and Xiao Zhenbang rushed over as the home court.

Zhang Jin said hello at the banquet and left. When he came out, he met Zhang Yao who brought Yu Meng back to the banquet. He told Zhang Yao to stay with Yu Meng in the mountains at night, and Zhang Yao naturally happily agreed.

Xiao Zhenbang lived comfortably in the mountains. He watched the livestock feeding in the paddock, the food reserves in the mountains, the hatching of chickens, and the processing of weapons. He learned about the living environment of the villagers and chatted with his acquaintances. He spent his days in joy. It's fast.

Shen Shen in the village took people out to practice guns every day, and Zhang Zhi found a notebook and began to record the knowledge of firearms in detail, and drew pictures.

Most of the soldiers in the [-]s had touched their guns. Shen Shen also took out the machine gun and shotguns for everyone to play with, but they never loaded them.

All the soldiers wanted to experience live ammunition shooting one by one, and mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally every day, but no one dared to ask Zhang Jin explicitly.

Shen Shen was cold and nonchalant in class, and even more silent at ordinary times, and everyone knew that it was useless to plead with Shen Shen.

Zhang Zhen finally couldn't bear the encouragement of the soldiers, and while Zhang Jin and Shen Lun were both in the courtyard, he said, "Castle Master, everyone knows about firearms, can we shoot with live ammunition again?"

Zhang Jin narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Do you really want to learn guns?"

"Yes!" A group of soldiers replied excitedly when they saw the drama.

Zhang Jin sat up and said, "Lei Zheng was a soldier, tell them how long you have been shooting with live ammunition."

Lei Zheng glanced at the excited crowd and said coldly: "It's been more than half a year since I've been in the army for the first time with live ammunition, and I won't have many opportunities in the future. They are all training with empty guns."

"Ah?" Everyone was doused in cold water. The castle owner must have a purpose in asking this question. It seems that the matter of live ammunition is about to go to waste.

Zhang Jin said with a smile: "It is impossible for Shen Shen to teach you for too long, so let's also set up a firearms learning reserve team, first sign up voluntarily, and then Shen Shen will select a group of suitable people to stay and practice guns. Live ammunition, it depends on the meaning of sinking."

"Shen Shen, do you have any objections to letting you be the spearmanship instructor of Black Dragon Castle for the time being?" Zhang Jin asked Shen Shen politely with a smile.

Shen Shen looked at Zhang Jin and nodded, "My only condition is that I have the final say during my class."

"No problem, you decide everything." Zhang Jin smiled.

"Those who want to formally learn how to shoot can sign up at the playground." Shen Chen stood up.

When all the soldiers heard this, they scattered in an instant and rushed to the playground together.

Lei Zheng looked at Chen Lie and said, "Are you not interested?"

Chen Lie sat back on the chair where Shen Lun left and said, "I've played with pistols before, but I don't like them very much."

Lei Zheng looked at Shen Shen's receding figure and said: "This Shen Shen has served as a soldier, but he has evil spirits in him, so his identity is definitely not simple."

Chen Lie nodded and said, "I have come into contact with some rare characters in gangsters. His aura seems a little familiar. I feel that he is not an ordinary person. What does the castle master think?"

Zhang Jin narrowed his eyes and said, "It's fine as long as they are friends."

It's concise and clear. In this last world, it doesn't matter who the other party was and what they did before. What matters is whether they are friends or foes.

It didn't take long for Zhang Zhen to run back and toss about in the warehouse.

Chen Lie asked strangely, "What are you looking for with the wood in your hand?"

Zhang Zhen rummaged through the sundries and said, "Look for a planing ax and something that can cut wood. Shen Shen asked everyone to use wood to carve a gun out, and it will be used tomorrow."

"Wooden gun?" Chen Lie asked in surprise.

"I found it." Zhang Zhen excitedly took a planing ax and a knife and sat down to chip wood, saying: "Yes, if you want to learn any gun, you can cut a gun. Time is running out, I have to hurry up."

Lei Zheng smiled leisurely: "You want to cut a machine gun? Shall I draw a picture to tell you what a machine gun looks like?"

"You just wait there, it's just a toy, I can't help it." Zhang Zhen hugged a thick piece of wood and buried himself in chopping the branches, full of interest.

Zhang Jin smiled silently, he couldn't see that this sinking was very interesting.

At dinner time, everyone went to eat, and Zhang Zhen was the last to go. I saw many soldiers in the courtyard who were eating were holding logs and peeling wood, causing Hongsao to curse.

At night, it was time to go to bed, but most of the soldiers hadn't succeeded in peeling, so they were all sent to the courtyard to peel silently, while Zhang Zhen sat in front of Zhang Jin's window and peeled.

Zhang Jin was doing exercises on the door frame, seeing Zhang Zhen's wood getting shorter and thinner, he couldn't help laughing. "I said what kind of gun do you want to cut?"

Zhang Zhen blushed and said: "At first, I want to cut that one. The machine gun in the movie looks very powerful, and it has a lot of barrels..."

"Gatling." Zhang Jin replied.

"Yes, yes, that's the kind. I saw it on the Science and Education Channel before, but I couldn't cut the wood if I didn't choose it. Then I wanted to cut the kind for sinking. Then I found that the wood was not right, so I wanted to cut a rifle..."

"Then the wood is also wrong." Zhang Jin said.

"Yeah." Zhang Zhenhan laughed. In fact, he couldn't cut wood because of his handicap.

Zhang Jin found a pencil in the room and said, "Don't sharpen it anymore, it will only be a pistol in a while, and it's still a miniature one."

He took the wood and drew lines on it with a pencil: "If you haven't learned carpentry, don't think about it too complicatedly. Use a pen to trace the outline and get a rough shape, and it will be easy to sharpen."

"Are you drawing a shotgun?!" Zhang Zhen was stunned to see Zhang Jin quickly trace the shape of the gun on the wooden stick that he didn't know what to do.

"Well, but it's more formal to call ****." Zhang Jin handed the wooden stick with the drawn shape to Zhang Zhen.

Zhang Zhen took it and looked at it from left to right, and said in amazement: "Your drawing is so similar, it looks like the one in Uncle Xiao's hand."

Zhang Jin stood up and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Cut it off slowly, I'm going to sleep."

Zhang Zhen nodded and immersed himself in cutting. With the lines, he finally knew how to cut them down. He became more and more excited and relieved of fatigue.

(End of this chapter)