Chapter 62: Monk Wei's Divine Manifestation
"Old Zhao, you can hit the target with such a fast shooting speed?"
Li Yunlong took aim slowly from the side before firing the first shot.
"Bang"
Liu Qiang handed over a telescope, but Li Yunlong pushed it away. "No need. I'm still confident about the 100-meter target. The most important thing is the 200-meter target. I think I'm going to fall short!"
After collecting, hold your breath, aim, and pull the trigger.
"Bang"
He was satisfied. He felt that this was at least nine rings. However, he had to wait for the target reporter to come to know the number.
Of course, a telescope is also available.
He took the telescope from Liu Qiang and was about to take a look when Lao Zhao next to him finally fired his fourth shot.
"Bang"
Li Yunlong glanced sideways and saw that Zhao Gang had already raised the sight above his rifle, aimed for several seconds, and finally fired a shot.
Then, he pulled the trigger again and fired another bullet.
"Bang"
After the shot, he confidently stood up, put away the sight, checked the magazine, and turned off the safety before putting the rifle down.
"Report the target!" Liu Qiang shouted loudly. Although there was a telescope, everything was subject to the target report of the target reporter.
A person ran quickly in the distance and ran back quickly.
"Target No. 9, 100-meter target, 10 rings, 200-meter target, 9 rings.
Target position No. 10, 100-meter target position has ten rings, 200-meter target position has ten rings, 300-meter target position has ten rings, 400-meter target position has eight rings, and 500-meter target position has six rings.
Target ring count report completed!"
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Li Yunlong was stunned on the spot: "So the political commissar next to me is a better shooter than me!"
Liu Qiang curled his lips and thought that this old leader was really thick-skinned. This person was not just better than him, but many times better than him.
Suddenly a voice sounded: "I want to try it too!"
It turned out that Monk Wei had come here at some point in time. He was neither a student nor a teacher in the school, but the principal's guard.
This time I came back not to receive training or to scold others, but to convey orders.
So the school didn't impose any restrictions on him, except that he was not allowed to enter the armory.
He didn't expect to sneak here, and happened to see Zhao Gang and Li Yunlong competing with guns, and he also got itchy hands.
"Monk Wei, I heard that you once killed an enemy with your bare hands in the prisoner-of-war camp?"
Li Yunlong didn't know why, but he felt somewhat close to the tall monk in front of him, as if they were brothers in their previous life.
Monk Wei also thought so, but he didn’t think much about it. If he felt close to them, then so be it. They were not enemies anyway.
As a rough man, I feel rough, so I responded in a rough voice: "My little tricks are far inferior to those of the principal.
In order to steal fuel for his motorcycle, the principal rushed into the enemy's artillery tower before dark and killed them all without even firing a shot! "
Li Yunlong waved his hands: "He doesn't count, he's not even a normal person.
Political Commissar Zhao, you don’t know that I am not scolding him. Did you know about the breakout at Cangyun Ridge?
A man was carrying a grenade launcher and dozens of special grenades and hand grenades on his back. Most importantly, he was also carrying 40 kilograms of potatoes.
We were all exhausted like dogs carrying 100-200 kilograms of stuff everywhere, but he didn't sweat or breathe hard! "
The monk said disdainfully: “What’s the big deal?
You know, the Japanese three-wheeled motorcycle weighs several hundred kilograms. When we went to Taiyuan to find the machine, didn’t we have to pass through other people’s checkpoints and artillery towers frequently?
We went around it, but the motorcycle couldn't move in the fields, so we had to carry it on our backs.
Every time, the principal asked us to go first, and he would follow behind with his motorcycle on his back, but every time he would walk ahead of us.
In this world, I, Wei Dayong, have never seen anyone more powerful than the principal ."
Everyone listened with great interest, but Monk Wei stopped talking and started fiddling with the rifle that Political Commissar Zhao had put down in front of him.
Zhao Gang was thinking about the reply from above. Chen Xiao was a remarkable man. He should try his best to fight for him. Not only should he be bound by the unclear constraints at present, but he should also join the Eighth Route Army directly.
He didn't know that the director of the Eighth Route Army Field Hospital had visited several towns and villages in the past two days, found some sick people, and found the corresponding cases in the notes. After obtaining the consent of the people, he used the methods and prescriptions in the notes to provide corresponding treatments.
very effective!
It's such a thick book, and it's written very clearly, and 70 to 80 percent of it corresponds to common cases among the general public.
The hospital director immediately realized the value of this notebook, which is also a priceless treasure for the people, the country, and the nation.
He went back immediately to write a report and also reported the results of his experiment.
When the headquarters saw it, they realized it was a serious matter!
Report to Yan'an immediately. After all, most of the people at the Eighth Route Army headquarters are only concerned with fighting, and taking care of the people is just a side job.
The only ones who can make caring for the people their main job are the cadres sent from Yan'an.
But no matter what the reaction in Yan'an was, the Eighth Route Army Headquarters instructed Zhao Gang to do his best to pull Chen Xiao into the Eighth Route Army.
Because look at how long it has been since Chen Xiao came back, and how many priceless treasures has he taken out that are very useful to the people?
The goal of the potato is to ensure that all the people have enough food to eat. It is written in the notes of the "Barefoot Doctor Manual" that the goal is to train as many barefoot doctors as possible as quickly as possible to treat the people all over the world.
If this happened in ancient times, this reputation would be enough to make one a saint.
Zhao Gang was full of thoughts.
Monk Wei was already ready, aiming at the target 100 meters away and preparing to pull the trigger.
"Monk, you are so confident. How many rings do you think you can hit on the 100m target?" Li Yunlong asked him again.
Monk Wei responded: "My shooting skills are not good. When I in the Central Army, I could still hit five or six rings at a hundred meters, but I couldn't hit the target beyond a hundred meters."
When Li Yunlong heard this, he started yelling, "Hahahaha, finally someone worse than me has come, monk, come on!"
In fact, his level was still acceptable. He got ten rings on the 100m target and nine rings on the 200m target. Beyond 200m, he didn't have the confidence.
But with such results, he was at the bottom of the school, except for the sixty or so students who were preparing to return to their original units.
Monk Wei has steady hands, and his 1.9-meter-tall body feels as solid as a rock.
The recoil of Zhongzheng's rifle was completely unnoticeable to him, and he fired three times.
"Report the target!"
"100 meters, ten rings, 200 meters, ten rings, 300 meters, eight rings. Target reporting completed!"
Zhao Gang and Li Yunlong looked at Monk Wei in surprise. Li Yunlong shouted, "How dare you fool me? I saw that you have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and I thought you were honest.
I didn't expect that a monk like you could lie!"
They all thought that Monk Wei was just kidding and being modest when he said that when he was serving in the Central Army, he scored five or six rings in the 100m.
Monk Wei was anxious: "I'm not lying. I was really bad at shooting in the Central Army before!"
Unexpectedly, Liu Qiang next to him asked with understanding: "How many days did the principal train you?"
