Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 38

In the next few days, the days were very dull and without waves.

Comrade Xiao Du, who works the night shift, is completely used to it. Between 6:9 and :, there will always be some trivial cases.

After 9 o'clock, it is basically a night watch, taking time to sleep.

After the night shift, I went to the early shop to have breakfast, and had another meal after waking up.

In the afternoon, I wash clothes and read books. When I am in a good mood, I go to buy a la carte and cook to reward Mr. Yu. When I am generally too lazy to move, I buy two steamed buns at a restaurant at noon, and eat casually with chili sauce at night.

Niu Dazhuang has been handed over to the Procuratorate. He has been charged with four counts: attempted murder, assault with a knife, violent resistance to the law, and assault on a security officer. The evidence is solid, the facts are clear, the confession is complete, and the sentence is estimated to be more than 25 years.

The sentencing of crimes in this era is really heavy, heavier than that of Mount Tai, and Niu Dazhuang is completely finished.

As for Zuo Erhu, he has been sentenced to 30 years, 15 years for his three sons and 3 nephews, 8 years for his youngest son, and years for his wife Zuo Huang.

The family house has been confiscated and has become the property of the commune, and the whole family has already started serving their sentences.

The world is peaceful, these scumbags have been punished as they should, and justice is on Xiaodu's side, hehe, that's great.

As for the matter of Huang Guilan's succession, Xiao Du has not brought it up again since he was questioned by section chief Hao once.

Xiao Du doesn't covet Huang Guilan's beauty, so he doesn't need to pay too much, and he is doing his best now.

Today, Comrade Xiao Du was very excited about something. After lunch, Xiao Du went back to the rolling mill, found Jiang Dongfang with the approval slip, went to the equipment department, and got two guns.

His own Type 54 pistol, and a brand new Type 56 rifle.

A full 150 rounds of 7.62mm bullets.

When Xiao Du got the Type 56, he felt that his body was about to boil, every cell was excited and roaring, and his love for firearms was deeply rooted in his bones.

After receiving the gun, Jiang Dongfang took Du Weiguo into a jeep, and in the back seat was Liu Dajiang, the director of the factory's armed forces department and the deputy director of the factory.

Director Liu seldom shows up, and even seldom comes to work in the factory. It seems that he has other jobs, and Xiao Du doesn't know and dare not ask.

But Xiao Du knew that he had a deep relationship with his family, he was not an outsider, and he was not too cautious.

On the co-pilot, I kept adjusting the new gun, checking the bullets, and pressing the bullets into the magazines. The Type 54 received three spare magazines, and the Type 56 also received three spare magazines.

After driving for about 30 minutes, the jeep had arrived in the suburbs and stopped. It was obviously a militia training base.

After getting out of the car, he saw Hou Jianjun, Chen Guangliang was there, and a younger guy who was from the army at first glance, with a tough look.

The man looked dissatisfied.

Hou Jianjun and Chen Guangliang obviously knew Liu Dajiang a long time ago, and greeted him very familiarly. Liu Dajiang is a very serious person, he talks very little, and he can compete with Chen Guangliang.

Walking to the shooting range, some militiamen on duty stepped forward to salute Liu Dajiang.

The shooting range in front of me is very simple, a 30-meter fixed pistol target and a 120-meter fixed rifle target.

The shooting position has a wooden table for loading bullets, and a small civil bunker for fixing the rifle to achieve prone shooting.

Shooting from the prone position is the most stable way to shoot, followed by the squatting position, and finally the standing position.

Du Weiguo's eyes were already bright at this time, and he felt that his blood was already boiling and burning, and he was eager to try.

It was rare for Liu Dajiang to speak.

"Fixed the target, let's make a box of pistol and rifle first, and familiarize yourself with the new gun."

"Yes."

Xiao Du stood in the shooting position, with the pistol pinned to his right waist and the rifle straddling his body.

Seeing the target clearly, he took a deep breath and raised his hand to signal.

"start!"

Following Liu Dajiang's order.

Du Weiguo moved, like lightning and flint, pulled out the pistol from the holster with his right hand, lightly moved it with his left hand, the pistol was loaded, held the gun in his right hand, and held the gun in his left hand.

After the bullet is finished, quickly close the gun.

Just like acrobatics, with the left hand around, the Type 56 rifle is held in the hand, the right hand is rolled, the gun is loaded, the right hand is holding the gun, the left hand holds the gun, the gun is held in a standing position, and it is still two shots per second. , without stopping.

The movements are really as quiet as a tiger, moving like a rabbit, smooth and smooth like flowing clouds and flowing water.

After finishing shooting, Xiao Du put away his gun and raised his hand as a signal.

"Target report!" There are trenches under each target position, and there are target announcers in the trenches.

"30-meter target, uh~~~"

"120-meter target. Uh~~~"

Neither target was immediately reported.

"What's going on? Go and see."

Liu Changjiang directed a person who looked like a cadre beside him to watch the target.

"Full ring." Chen Guangliang spoke.

This, that person who looks like a cadre, has already run over with both targets held up.

"Leader, take a look, it's not that the reporter doesn't report, this target really can't be reported!"

The big guys gathered around to watch the target, and the hissing and air-conditioning voices kept coming and going, and the dissatisfied man said:
"I, Cao, are all ten rings, just one bullet hole? Is it true or not?"

In fact, it is not uncommon for two ten rings to punch a bullet hole, or even three.

But the rifle is 120 meters, ten ten rings, and only one bullet hole is terrible, especially when the rifle is shooting from a standing position, it is simply a miraculous result.

Liu Changjiang said: "30 meters, the rifle target is ready."

"Yes."

Du Weiguo put the rifle back on his back, changed the magazine for the pistol, fastened the gun, and took a deep breath.

The so-called flying target is a distance of 30 meters. The reporter randomly throws moving targets from the ditch. This is much more difficult to shoot than normal moving targets. The difference between irregular flying and translation.

It is also the hardest part of shooting jousting.

It is rare to see a hundred shots, eight out of ten with a pistol, and six out of ten with a rifle are the standards for a sharpshooter.

Three target announcers in the 30-meter ditch raised the flag to indicate that they were ready.

Du Weiguo raised his hand to signal.

"start!"

The white flying target flew out of the ditch, only the size of half a sheet of A4 paper, one per second, three directions, the trajectory was uncertain, and the speed was not slow.

At this time, Du Weiguo seemed to be a completely different person. There was no expression on his face, and the pupils of his eyes kept shrinking and then dilated again. His movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, with a unique rhythm.

In 8 seconds, 8 flying targets exploded like fireworks, and none of them fell through.

"Okay!" The dissatisfied man just now took the lead in applauding, and everyone else also applauded. He is definitely a sharpshooter.

After that, it was 120 meters, the rifle flying target, the result was the same, none of the ten flying targets failed.

After another 150 meters, the result remained the same.

At this time, the training ground was already full of people, applause was everywhere, and Xiao Du was shocked by his skills.

Liu Changjiang said at this time, "Okay, don't waste the moving target, set up a 150-meter fixed target, and you can play it yourself."

Comrade Xiao Du was a little depressed, the flying target was so cool, it was like playing a game.

But it's okay, the leader said he was a waste.

"Brother Du, I'll press the magazine for you," the disaffected man just ran over to show his hospitality.

Hou Jianjun squinted his eyes and said, "Are you convinced?"

"Convinced, he is much better than me. The difference between heaven and earth, I have the best marks in target shooting, 150 out of with pistol, out of with rifle, out of in meters.

That's it, it's not a one-shot result. "

"Do you think Xiaodu's martial arts championship can be blown out? You are 2 years older than him, and you are still called brother!"

This sturdy young man blushed from being hurt by Hou Jianjun.

　I'm not a fan of the army, this paragraph is also my own nonsense, it mainly highlights Xiao Du's marksmanship, so let's watch it haha!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)