Chapter 34

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Following the fat man's request, this matter must be kept secret. So only Sai Laohu and those participating in this operation know about it—Sai Diao Chan, Houzi, and Xiong.

Sai Laohu barely managed to prepare what the fat man needed in half a day. The German-made twenty-shot pistol couldn't be found anywhere in the entire bandit camp, so he had to use two domestically-made Mauser pistols as a substitute. Since Sai Diao Chan was an external member, he gave the pistols to Houzi and Xiong.

Xiong arranged a Czech ZB-26 light machine gun for the squad assault. How could they play without a fire support team? But the ammunition and everything else had to be carried by Xiong alone. One person was a team, and this was the only way.

Each person got a bayonet and needed the type of grenade the Japanese used, as hand grenades took up too much space and couldn't be carried in large quantities.

Houzi also got a Type 24 rifle, and he was so excited he was almost in tears. This gun originally belonged to the third leader, Yang Yun, who never lent his gun or his wife to anyone. Unexpectedly, Sai Laohu got him drunk, and Sai Diao Chan took the gun.

"Where's my weapon?" Sai Diao Chan asked the fat man impatiently, seeing that he had only prepared weapons for Houzi and Xiong.

"Help us carry the rations. Four people need at least one day's worth of food," the fat man suddenly said.

"Why should I carry the rations? What do you take me for?" Sai Diao Chan was furious.

"Then don't go," the fat man ignored Sai Diao Chan. With only three days, he needed to focus on making sure Houzi and Xiong used the resources scientifically and learned how to cooperate. Advanced tactics like squad assaults and defensive formations were too complex and couldn't be learned in time. Moreover, Xiong had never used a Czech ZB-26, so he needed a day to teach him how to use the light machine gun. He didn't have time to argue about the rations, so he assigned the task to Sai Diao Chan.

This was the fat man's way of retaliating against Sai Diao Chan for making him lose face.

Sai Diao Chan didn't dare to speak up. The fat man had already said that if they wanted to play happily, everyone had to follow his commands, or they would be kicked out.

"Xiong, come here," the fat man said, eager to get started.

Xiong happily carried the Czech ZB-26 over, looking very relaxed, a good build for a machine gunner.

"See that tree in front of the mountain? Set up the gun and fire all the bullets in the magazine," the fat man said, glancing at Xiong and then at the tree a hundred meters away. He then lay back in his chair and started eating watermelon.

"Okay," Xiong lay down, set up the Czech ZB-26, aimed at the tree a hundred meters away, pulled the bolt, and fired.

"Rat-tat-tat..." The Czech ZB-26 spewed fire continuously. Xiong fired wildly, and the twenty rounds in the magazine were quickly spent. When he looked up, not a single bullet had hit the tree. He stood up, embarrassed, scratching his head.

"Is firing the machine gun fun?" the fat man asked, eating his watermelon.

"Very fun, all the bullets are gone in one go."

"Fun, fun your sister! For every missed shot, do ten push-ups. If you miss one, I'll beat you to death!" The fat man threw the watermelon rind at Xiong, who suddenly realized that the task of getting rations would be much harder. He needed to be severely punished.

Xiong knew he was wrong and obediently started doing push-ups. The fat man stood up and called Houzi over. "The third leader's gun is in your hands now. How much face do you have? Fire five shots at the tree a hundred meters away. If one bullet misses, you do a hundred push-ups!"

"Second leader, save me, this monkey is suffering!" Houzi cried out in his heart, pleading with Sai Diao Chan for help.

"I can't even save myself, let alone you!" Sai Diao Chan was furious. She had to carry the rations for four people and was already worried.

The fat man lit a cigarette, took a leisurely puff, and then kicked Houzi in the butt, almost making him fall. "Is it easy for our first leader? Is it easy for our second leader? To get the third leader's gun, we had to use underhanded tactics. How much effort did it take? And you're still making conditions. Do you deserve the first leader? Do you deserve the second leader?"

Houzi gritted his teeth, raised the Type 24 rifle, and fired. "Bang, bang..." He fired five shots in succession, then took the binoculars from the fat man, looked at the tree a hundred meters away, and returned the binoculars to the fat man. He then obediently started doing push-ups.

The fat man looked through the binoculars and saw that at least three bullets had hit the tree trunk. But he still needed to practice.

By the time Xiong had done three hundred push-ups and was exhausted like a dead dog, the fat man picked up the Czech ZB-26, changed the magazine, and pulled the bolt. He knelt down, aimed at the tree a hundred meters away, and suddenly fired, saying to Xiong, "Watch how the fat man operates the gun."

"Okay," Xiong nodded, watching intently.

"Short burst!" the fat man shouted, holding the machine gun and firing.

"Rat-tat-tat"

"Medium burst!" the fat man shouted again.

"Rat-tat-tat..."

"Long burst!" the fat man shouted once more.

"Rat-tat-tat..."

The magazine was empty. The fat man pursed his lips, threw the Czech ZB-26 back to Xiong, and said, "Understand? The machine gun isn't always firing continuously. Medium and long bursts need to be controlled based on the recoil."

"Okay," Xiong nodded, somewhat understanding, and picked up the fat man's binoculars to look at the tree a hundred meters away. He then started counting, "1, 2, 3... Wow, Uncle is so amazing, a whole magazine hit eighteen times, only two missed, just twenty push-ups."

"Of course!" the fat man was pleased. If it weren't for his first time using the Czech ZB-26 and being unfamiliar with the recoil, he would have controlled the long burst better. But... no, the fat man suddenly felt uneasy about Xiong's words and kicked him in the butt, shouting, "Are you playing with me?"

"I wouldn't dare, I just think Uncle is awesome, he can shoot so accurately with a machine gun!" Xiong quickly flattered him, even though the flattery wasn't great, it was still flattery.

"Practice on your own, pay attention to the temperature of the barrel," the fat man said, fanning himself and looking at the exhausted Houzi sitting on the floor. He asked with a grin, "Fun?"

"Fun, fun, extremely fun," Houzi, after doing two hundred push-ups, was drenched in sweat, his body weak, his arms trembling. He cursed in his heart but had to say it was fun. No one should be treated like this.

"Good, not bad. Come pick up a shell for the fat man," the fat man squatted down and said with a smile.

"Here," Houzi picked up a shell and gave it to the fat man, suddenly trembling, thinking, "Is the fat man going to play with me again?"

"Houzi, prone shooting," the fat man shouted.

"..." Houzi didn't dare to complain, quickly got into position, and aimed the gun.

"Wow, not bad. You learned quickly this morning. Good, good!" the fat man said with a smile, looking very satisfied.

"That's because of who's teaching..." Houzi's words were cut off when he saw the fat man carefully placing the shell on the barrel. This move confused Houzi.

"Lie down, it's simple. As long as you can hold the shell on the barrel for an hour, you can rest. If the shell falls, you start over," the fat man said with a smile.

"Okay, no problem," Houzi thought that as long as he wasn't punished with push-ups, it would be a heavenly experience. He didn't realize that he was already on the brink of hell. For a shooter with unstable hands, this was a hellish torture.

"You know a lot," Sai Diao Chan observed everything. She had never seen anyone in the bandit camp teach machine gun and rifle use like this, and her curiosity about the fat man grew stronger.

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