The afternoon sun was shining warmly as Shang Zhen sat cross-legged in the shade of a tree beside the playground, with the submachine gun and the rifle beside him.
This was already the third day that their company had been resting in Jinzhou City.
Originally they were stationed outside Jinzhou City, but in view of their bravery and heavy casualties this time, the remaining people were arranged to stay in the city.
When the people in Jinzhou heard that the Northeast Army had won a victory, and especially that their company had performed very well, they actually killed a big fat pig and sent it to them with drums and gongs.
Shang Zhen was a little stunned at that time.
He stood outside the door and saw that the old men and women looked at him with kindness, his peers looked at him with admiration, and the children looked at him with eyes full of admiration.
Looking at the joyful faces of men, women, young and old, he suddenly felt that everything he had done was worth it.
He thought that if his mother saw him like this, she would definitely be very happy, and that by using a gun to protect these ordinary people, he was also protecting other people's parents.
At that time, an old lady saw Shang Zhen and said, "Whose child are you? You are so thin and still fighting!"
When the old lady said this, everyone in Hu Biao's company laughed.
At this time, Shang Zhen, who was already exhausted, straightened his thin chest, which caused a burst of admiration from the people, simply because Shang Zhen was now a double-gun general, a machine gun and a Liao 13 rifle.
Company commander Hu Biao certainly liked the people to praise his subordinates, so he said loudly to the people, don’t look at my thinness as a sergeant, but he is our sharpshooter, otherwise how could he be equipped with two guns?
Hu Biao's self-flattering words made Shang Zhen feel his blood boiling. Who wouldn't like to hear words of praise, especially when the person was his own company commander?
But when he straightened his shoulders and chest again, he let out a cry of "ouch".
Everyone asked what was wrong, and Shang Zhen said his shoulder hurt.
When Li Fushun unbuttoned Shang Zhen's clothes to expose his shoulders, he saw that his shoulders were swollen like steamed buns!
Although the injury looked scary, everyone in Hu Biao's company knew that it was just a flesh wound or contusion.
But how would the common people know?
Seeing this situation, some local people said, "I have some trauma medicine at home. Just apply it on your wound for two days and it will be healed!"
Shang Zhen, who originally thought he had injured his shoulder and felt embarrassed, actually turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
The medicine that the locals applied to him was indeed effective. That night he ate and drank his fill and went to sleep. When he woke up the next morning, the swelling had mostly subsided.
After waking up, Shang Zhen surprised everyone again while eating. He devoured the three people's food like a whirlwind.
Everyone said that if Shang Zhen continued to eat like this, he would no longer be a stick, but would turn into a jar! Shang Zhen laughed.
Hu Biao's company suffered so many casualties at once that he did not ask his remaining subordinates to do exercises or anything like that. Instead, he gave them three days off, with today being the last day.
Shang Zhen, who now felt that his mind and body had recovered, thought about everything that had happened since he joined the army and felt as if it were a dream.
He suddenly felt that he needed to sort out his affairs.
The enthusiasm of the people and Hu Biao's praise made Shang dizzy.
But just this morning, his third brother Li Fushun chatted with him alone for a while, and he had a new idea.
The main topic of conversation between Li Fushun and him was how to save his life.
Li Fushun said that fighting bravely is a good thing, but one must learn to protect oneself.
Shang Zhen knew that his third brother would never kill you, so he naturally listened attentively.
According to Li Fushun, for now, you, Xiao Er, with your small body, can just shoot from the back.
But there are many different things in war. Can you fight with others with bayonets? They only need to touch you with their rifles to knock your gun away.
Speaking of throwing a grenade, how far can you throw it?
Don't let the company commander's praise make you lose sight of your own worth. I don't want to pick up your bits and pieces and bury them like those of the dead after a battle. You have so much to learn!
The words of the third brother Li Fushun poured a bucket of cold water on Shang Zhen, who was already a little dizzy. He became sober and needed to sort out his thoughts. He had to think carefully about how to go about his future as a soldier.
In the end, Shang Zhen analyzed what was the most dangerous thing when serving in the army.
Just as Li Fushun said, he was not in good physical condition for bayonet fighting, and could not throw grenades far. As for a frontal charge, forget it. Not to mention his poor physical condition, even if he was a strong man, he would be shot like a sieve in the blink of an eye if he encountered the bullets of that machine gun!
So how should he save his life? All Shang Zhen could think of was to practice his marksmanship. If he could shoot accurately with his rifle, he wouldn't have to charge forward! This was the only solution he could think of in his current situation.
Shang Zhen reached out and touched his Liao 13, then sat there with the rifle against his shoulder.
Although his shoulder still hurt a little, he finally felt a familiar feeling the moment he touched the gun with both hands.
Shang Zhen closed his eyes and recalled the scene when he was shooting at the puppet army in the bushes. At this time, he could confirm that even though his marksmanship was not very good now, he had already started.
After a moment he opened his eyes and lowered the rifle.
Now their company lives in the courtyard of a high school in Jinzhou City. When the battle started, the children naturally went home for vacation.
But he couldn't just wave the rifle around now. What if it accidentally went off?
Shang Zhen reached out and touched the flower mechanism again.
Compared with rifles, machine guns are much smaller and more refined.
When he imagined that he would be able to use a submachine gun to continuously shoot at the enemy like others in the future, a smile appeared on his face again.
At this time, he thought of Hou Kanshan, who wanted his flower machine.
Shang Zhen is not stupid, he would never give this fancy machine to Hou Kanshan.
He had heard from Ma Erhuzi that although the effective range of the submachine gun was within 150 meters, which was far less than that of a rifle, it was still a powerful weapon for close combat!
The entire Hua machine gun weighs less than 8 pounds. It feeds bullets on the left side and ejects shells on the right side. Before using it, you just need to pull down the bolt and push it forward to fire continuously.
It is fed by a 32-round drum magazine, with a 7.63mm caliber, a hardwood buttstock, a sling, and a bullet receiving slot in the drum magazine. The firepower is amazing when it is fired!
According to Ma Erhuzi, the most amazing thing is that the bullets used in this gun are the same bullets used in box guns.
There are definitely quite a few box guns in the Northeast Army nowadays, so you never have to worry about running out of bullets when using a machine gun!
Shang Zhen didn't know that the caliber of the Hua machine gun was actually 7.63mm, which means that the diameter of the Hua machine gun bullet was 7.63mm, while the box and cannon bullets currently used by the Chinese army were all 7.62mm.
In comparison, the bullets of a box gun are 0.01 mm smaller than those of a caliber machine gun.
But this 0.01mm can be completely ignored.
Just imagine, the thickness of a human hair is between 0.04 and 0.05 mm, and the thickness difference between the two bullets is only 1/4 or 1/5 of a hair, so there is no problem in using them interchangeably.
I must make my body stronger and become a sharpshooter!
When Shang Zhen secretly made up his mind, Hu Biao's loud voice came from the house where they lived: "Assemble, there is a mission!"
