Chapter 172: If You Fall in Battle, the Enemy Can't Use Your Gun

This gun, the trajectory is biased to the left?

Character: Zhang Squad Leader blinked his eyes repeatedly, as if listening to a story.

How could that be?

A perfectly fine gun, how could the trajectory veer left? Did you see wrong?

Lu Yang said firmly: "My feeling won't be wrong; this gun's trajectory indeed has a problem, but I don't know whether it's man-made or accidental; you should let him speak for himself."

Character: Zhang Squad Leader stared sternly at the soldier with a guilty face, asking in a stern voice.

What on earth is going on?

The other day, I, when I went upstairs, I accidentally bumped the gun against the stairs.

Just bumped the stairs?

Facing the squad leader's pressing questioning, this soldier was extremely nervous.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, he could only honestly admit his mistake.

I fell from the third floor down the stairs all the way to the second floor with a clatter; after I picked it up, the barrel was slightly bent, and even though I straightened it back out, I don't know why it ended up like this.

Character: Zhang Squad Leader, angry and embarrassed, kicked his thigh hard, almost knocking him over.

You're asking for death! Damaging a gun is a serious crime; deliberately concealing and not reporting it makes it even worse!

Thank goodness it's just shooting training; if we were actually in battle, you wouldn't even know how you died on the battlefield!

Haven't I said before, a gun is a soldier's second life? Haven't I said that?

You've got guts the size of a cow! You dare to conceal this, and even dare to lie to me!

If the company commander finds out, he'll definitely skin you alive; if you can't become an NCO later, don't blame me!

Squad Leader, I was wrong; I shouldn't have held onto luck; I really didn't mean to...

This soldier was scolded until tears streamed down his face, continuously shedding little pearls.

Seeing this, Lu Yang hurriedly stepped in to smooth things over, helping to persuade.

Alright, alright, it's not a big deal; just file a repair request. Besides, even though his gun's trajectory veers left, it can still be fired.

The barrel is bent; how can you shoot?

Seeing his disbelief, Lu Yang raised the gun again, still shooting from a standing position at a target 200 meters away.

But this time he directly hit the bullseye, leaving several people on site staring wide-eyed.

You can even hit that?

Just adjust the muzzle position.

Lu Yang returned the gun to that soldier, jokingly saying: "Take this gun to the battlefield; if you fall in combat, even if the enemy picks up your gun, they won't be able to harm your comrades."

Right!

Damn you, hurry up and go find the armorer to file a repair, get another gun!

Yes yes yes!

This soldier hurriedly hugged the gun and ran off.

But Character: Zhang Squad Leader looked at Lu Yang with an astonished gaze.

He really doubted that Lu Yang was a veteran who had re-enlisted; otherwise how could he know so much?

Even he, a veteran who had served many years, didn't notice the gun had a problem, and merely thought the soldier's shooting was simply inaccurate.

But Lu Yang spotted the problem at a glance; he could be called a cybernetic divine doctor!

Lu Yang's shooting instruction continued, from adjusting the aiming posture to steady breathing, explained in great detail.

He would even take up a binoculars, acting as an observer, helping them correct the trajectory and improve hit rate.

Character: Zhang Squad Leader gave a thumbs-up repeatedly; indeed he is the backbone of the elite unit, truly having a couple of brushes.

Worried about disturbing and affecting the teaching quality, he voluntarily left.

But just as he walked to the basketball court, a sneaky voice called out to him.

Sizzle, Old Zhang, Old Zhang...

Character: Zhang Squad Leader looked in the direction of the inquiry, only to see the Communications Squad Leader popping out from behind the basketball hoop.

In broad daylight, why are you being sneaky, like a thief?

Hey, what happened earlier? I heard that someone's gun in your squad malfunctioned.

Character: Zhang Squad Leader didn't hide it either, voluntarily bringing up that embarrassing incident.

After all, you can't hide fire in paper; since we need to file a repair, we certainly have to explain the cause.

When the Communications Squad Leader heard this, Lu Yang merely glanced twice and saw the gun's trajectory problem, immediately showing a shocked expression.

Lu Yang, does he even understand gun mechanics?

I didn't expect it either; he understands so much, and I, a five-year veteran, seem like a rookie in front of him.

The Communications Squad Leader's eyes shifted, rubbing his hands with a grin.

Can you help out?

What help?

You know, our Communications Squad, when laying and retrieving lines and climbing telephone poles, is most prone to getting shot, but we hardly have anyone with good marksmanship. Could I also pick a couple of people to send over to learn shooting with you?

That won't work!

Character: Zhang Squad Leader flatly refused: "Lu Yang is willing to teach because our squad's Zhao Chuanwu taught him the Through-the-back Fist; you want a free ride?"

The Communications Squad Leader squeezed out a placating smile: "Don't say it so harshly; teaching three is teaching, teaching four or five is also teaching, it's all the same."

Character: Zhang Squad Leader spat: "Same old crap; whether I refuse or not, they wouldn't agree either; the workload has doubled, nobody would be happy with that, and besides we had agreed on just three!"

The Communications Squad Leader took out half a pack of Lijun cigarettes from his pocket and kept stuffing them into his hand.

Just help out, just stuff in one person, just one?

Get to the side, you're shooing away a beggar here?

Then name your price!

At least a pack of Hua Zi, and it has to be the soft one.

Taking advantage of a fire to rob!

Otherwise two packs of Xiao Su will do; buy the ticket first then board, I know you like to welch on debts.

Fine, you wait for me!

Watching him storm off angrily, Squad Leader Zhang gave a snort.

Even though it's a company, he definitely won't let people freeload off Lu Yang's labor.

Even if they reluctantly agreed, they wouldn't say anything, but they'd surely be unhappy inside; doing this, Lu Yang felt he lacked credibility, and next time he'd simply not come.

Since they have no vacation, no transportation, and can't make a special trip to the Special Third Regiment to find Lu Yang.

So Squad Leader Zhang had him buy cigarettes, not actually for himself to smoke, but to give to Lu Yang.

As the saying goes, more courtesy isn't blameworthy; whether they accept it is one matter, whether you give it is another.

Human relations and worldly wisdom are the most basic, and also respect for others' labor.

However, Squad Leader Zhang thinks this guy is really just blindly joining the fun?

As a signal company, you just need to master laying and retrieving lines to keep communications smooth; why practice shooting when there's nothing to do?

This isn't a toad trying to pass off as a camouflaged little jeep, is it?

Er, Squad Leader, you're looking for me?

Zaxi Nimah was called out of the formation.

With a plateau-red complexion and a scarcely focused gaze, this young man from the Tibetan area carries an air of pure stupidity.

The signal platoon leader looked at him: 'You told me before that you used a hunting rifle to shoot wolves on the grasslands, right?'

Zaxi Nimah nodded: 'Yes, used the hunting rifle.'

Do you want to practice marksmanship?

Huh?

What 'huh', just answer if you want to or not.

I do.

Take the money!

The signal platoon leader slapped a hundred-yuan bill into his hand.

Zaxi Nimah looked at him with a bewildered expression.

Squad Leader, is this New Year's money? But it's not even New Year yet.

Don't give me that! Later you sneak over the wall, go to the village convenience store to buy a pack of Hua Zi, the soft kind, watch out for the white caps......

Oh, okay.

If not, two packs of Xiao Su will do; otherwise, hard pack is fine; but preferably still soft, has class, presentable.

What do you mean 'presentable'?

Zaxi scratched his head, not knowing what the squad leader wanted him to buy cigarettes for.

The signal platoon leader didn't explain either, just waved his hand.

Hurry up and go; once you buy the cigarettes, I'll take you to practice shooting.

Got it, Squad Leader.

Zaxi Nimah happily pocketed the money and ran off quickly.

He kept muttering under his breath, hard pack, soft pack, Xiao Su series...

Soon he arrived at a relatively concealed spot at the base of the south wall of the camp, laid a few bricks on the ground, and began preparing to climb up.

Their company doesn't have a military service store; to buy things they have to wait for vacation and go to the village convenience store.

So to buy cigarettes, the only way is to climb over the wall; fortunately he's not doing this for the first time.

But lately things have been tight; reportedly someone from the neighboring company climbed over the wall to buy stuff and got caught by the white caps.

What a bunch of annoying folks, worse than lice on sheep or gadflies on oxen.

Zaxi Nimah strained to climb onto the wall top, but suddenly saw someone passing outside, frightened he quickly pulled his head back.

Like a gibbon, he just hung there on the wall top, avoiding danger.

But listening to the sound, it wasn't footsteps, nor a car passing, more like a bicycle chain?

Zaxi Nimah poked his head out and happened to see a middle-aged villager riding a tricycle, wearing liberation shoes, with rolled-up pants, passing by outside......