Bang, bang, bang, Zhang Wei pulled the trigger of the Depp machine gun.
"Sir, hit faster, hit slower, take your time, just hit a few more times."
The sergeant beside him said.
Zhang Wei lowered his breathing rate, followed the instructions of the sergeant beside him, pressed the butt of the gun tightly on his shoulder, and wrapped the strap around his arm.
Pressing down on the gun, Zhang Wei pulled the trigger again, benefiting from the stable gun power and ammunition.
This time, four of the five shots hit the target.
"Sir, you shot well.
When Lao Maozi taught us, we barely hit a few shots at first.
This gun and the Czech style are two different ways."
Zhang Wei smiled: "I have to practice more in the future, otherwise when I get to the battlefield, no one will care whether I have a Czech style or a rotary machine gun."
The preparation camp's station is close to the training ground.
The training ground is quite wide.
Near the end is the shooting range with a total of thirty target positions.
For queue training and simple tactical training, this venue is sufficient.
Zhang Wei, who had mastered the technique, quickly knocked out two bullet discs and more than a hundred bullets.
After knocking off the bullets, Zhang Wei handed the machine gun to the sergeant and turned towards the new recruits who were training.
Wen Yong was very angry.
There were two stupid soldiers in his class who couldn't teach them to start and walk no matter how hard they were taught.
They became chaotic as soon as they walked away, and as a result, they even misled their classmates.
"First place, second place, do you know how to walk in the aisle, swing your arms, don't swing your arms?"
Wen Yong walked in front of the two people, stared at them and said, Wen Yong knew very well, and told them about the first place , second place, they have no idea who they are talking about.
"Start and go" Wen Yong gave the command to the two men again.
Two recruits in simple clothes walked out of the team, swinging their arms left and right.
As expected, the handsomeness was chaotic.
There was no regular rhythm.
Not to mention, they were raised low, and their arms were in random directions.
It still stops from time to time.
The two recruits just walked a dozen or so shaky steps.
These two recruits were actually recruits from the division's administrative area, and they really had no training foundation.
Wen Yong was already very restrained.
In the previous army, when he encountered such soldiers, he would have waited with rifle butts for a long time.
At this moment, he could no longer hold back the anger in his heart and took off his jacket. belt.
"You can't teach something that deserves a beating."
Wen Yong rushed forward and slapped a recruit on the body with a belt.
The belt rubbed against the skin and made a terrible sound.
After one blow, the belt was struck a second time.
The recruit was beaten repeatedly on the upper body.
"Sir, please spare my life, please spare your life."
The recruit couldn't bear the beating anymore, and he knelt on the ground and begged Wen Yong for mercy.
Wen Yong didn't care about that, the belt only slowed down the frequency of the twitching.
"Ah, spare your life, sir, I will definitely leave well."
The recruit fell to the ground directly and was struck with a whip.
Their physiques can only reach this point, where they will fall to the ground after a few whips.
"Trash, beat you to death" Just as Wen Yong was about to exert his strength, the arm holding the whip was suddenly tightened tightly by a strong force.
"I have forgotten what I told you yesterday."
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"Baying Yingzuo, these soldiers are so damn stupid, they just can't learn.
In the past, they could just step up and give them a gun butt."
Zhang Wei took the belt from Wen Yong's hand and threw it to the ground.
"I said no fighting, just don't fight.
You go back and continue training.
Watch how I teach them.
Get out."
Wen Yong had no choice but to continue training the remaining people, while Zhang Wei approached the two recruits.
Wen Yongou was beaten until he fell to the ground, trembling, and the other one was also trembling with fear.
When he saw Zhang Wei coming over, he kept shouting for mercy.
Zhang Wei squatted down, grabbed the hand of the beaten soldier, and tried to pull him up.
Unfortunately, the recruit failed to get up every time.
Zhang Wei frowned and looked at the recruit's body.
His face was sallow, and he could only be said to be slightly.
It was bloody, and the arms and legs were very thin.
The physique of this recruit is really bad, and most of the recruits are in this situation.
They are hungry and cold on the way to pick up the soldiers, coupled with the insufficient supply of food and vegetables and corruption, so the physique of the recruits is very poor. , if such soldiers were to face the Japanese army, it seemed that only their height had the advantage.
Although the Japanese soldiers were short, they were strong and could kill a Chinese soldier with a bayonet in hand-to-hand combat.
"Come here, help this new soldier up, take him down, and let him rest."
Zhang Wei was no longer in the mood to train them personally.
It was useless to train just this kind of physique.
Moreover, according to the intensity of training, he would probably be exhausted by more than a dozen people today.
"Food, food," Zhang Wei patted his head, left the training ground, and walked towards the cooking class behind the camp.
The preparation battalion is responsible for the meals of three cooking classes.
The cooking classes are led by a special agent temporarily sent by the 200 Division.
The special agents Zhang Wei had met in the past were all senior sergeants in each company of the teaching corps.
They were responsible for managing the ammunition in the company and the weapons strengthened by the superior units.
This was the first time he had seen this special agent chief.
He is not the fat head and big ears that he imagined.
This person has a dark complexion and a thin body, looking more like a strong man.
The cooking team was cooking, and the special agent took Zhang Wei to look at the meals being prepared.
"Battal Commander, tonight is green vegetable and wild vegetable soup.
The staple food is steamed buns with mixed noodles.
Each person has two steamed buns and a bowl of vegetable soup."
The cooks were all looking disgraceful as they set fire to cook.
Everything was visible in the cooking place, except meat and oil.
Zhang Wei pulled Special Agent Zhang aside and asked, "Brother, we don't have any meat or fish at all.
How about we add some meat?"
The expression of the special agent chief became very helpless: "Battal Commander, the meat we ate before the camp was specially distributed.
Now we follow the normal meal list.
Meat is once a week, and the vegetables are also distributed in kind and in quantitative quantities."
"Training requires physical strength, and so does fighting.
If you don't have enough to eat, you are courting death."
The special agent chief continued: "Sir, we are pretty good, and everything is distributed in full.
The food expenses of the troops are collected by regiments.
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There are many troops, and the regiments manipulate the meal expenses.
Some companies There are not enough salt particles.”
Zhang Wei smelled the "fragrant" smell of the broth and said a few words to the special agent chief.
Now there was nothing he could do.
Zhang Wei asked him to add two steamed buns to each person in the evening.
Zhang Wei did not return to the training ground.
Instead, he sat outside the cooking class, listening to the sound of cooking from inside and thinking about how to provide better food for the soldiers.
Let’s not talk about anything else.
Let’s talk about the money first.
Where does the money come from?
The money Zhang Wei and the others have received these days is basically due to the officers and soldiers of the independent company and the salary of the recruits has not been paid in full.
Moreover, it is pitifully small.
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