National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

"Hahaha, we are free now. I hope you keep your word!"

A prisoner quickly stood up from the squatting crowd and ran towards the east gate with big strides.

"Hahaha, we are free, let's go, why don't you leave?"

He thought that if he took the lead, everyone would run with him, but he didn't expect that most people were still squatting on the ground, indifferent.

"Go, why don't you go?" No matter how the man shouted, the prisoners remained indifferent.

This scene reminded Zhang Yang of a famous online scene from his previous life - "Chicken Soup is Here".

"Go? Where can you go?" Someone among the captives responded: "To the next Luo Qing camp?"

"This..." This question left the man speechless, and when he thought about it carefully, it was indeed true.

Even if Zhang Yang was merciful and kindly gave them a chance to live.

In this chaotic and unreasonable world, where can they escape to?

After leaving the Luoqing Mountain area, there is the next Luoqing Mountain area.

How about... joining the Bluebird Camp?

Look at the Blue Bird soldiers who stand with their backs straight and their heads held high.

That person could not imagine that they had also suffered inhumane abuse and lived in a dark basement.

"I'm sorry, I was...wrong. I joined Bluebird." He apologized, apologizing for his recklessness.

To express his apology, he even knelt down on his knees and kowtowed to the guards of the entire camp.

"Get up." Zhang Yang threw an ornament toward the ground where the man was kneeling.

It was a blue baby bird with its arms outstretched. Its entire body was sky blue, its feathers were a gradient of white and blue, and its crystal eyes were looking into the distance.

"I'll join in too!"

"I'll join in too!"

Among the captives, more and more people raised their hands.

"Victor!" Zhang Yang shouted behind him, and a capable man in green walked forward.

"Boss."

"Give them a record."

"Yes!" Victor nodded solemnly and silently gave Zhang Yang a thumbs up in his heart.

"Everyone who wants to join Bluebird, please line up in the office area on the first floor of the main building!"

The crowd quickly followed Victor, scrambling for a spot, fearing that they would miss out.

"Baker." Zhang Yang then called Baker.

"exist!"

"Once Victor has finished registering them, you will take them to training and make a record of each person's level."

"Okay!" Baker knew that these data would serve as the basis for future personnel transfers, so he immediately sent people to repair the damaged training ground.

The counting of the wounded was completed, and the handling of the prisoners was also concluded.

Next comes Zhang Yang’s favorite part, checking the spoils.

As one of the most powerful forces in the mountainous area, the spoils of war in Luoqing Mountain area are of extraordinary quality.

Zhang Yang went to the warehouse in the north of the camp with great anticipation.

Under Victor's arrangement, the younger brothers also counted the specific numbers in advance.

Arriving at the warehouse, Zhang Yang showed a look of delight at the mountains of bulletproof vests and a row of nine large weapon boxes.

"Well~ the needle doesn't poke!"

Taking the spoils statistics chart from his younger brother, Zhang Yang read it carefully.

Firearms:

Rapid-fire guns: 35.

Junk guns: 46.

(Note: Because the gunpowder room was blown up, a large number of weapons inside have become scrap metal, and the guns that can still be used have been picked out.)

"No, there is no such classification. There are automatic rifles and junk guns." Zhang Yang frowned as he looked at the strange classification.

"Come here, come here." Zhang Yang asked the younger brother in charge of statistics to come over.

"Boss." The younger brother was a little panicked. Did he see the boss frowning just now?

"Come on, from now on, firearms should be classified like this: rifles, carbines, bolt-action sniper rifles, shotguns, pistols, light machine guns..."

Fortunately, Zhang Yang did not get angry or blame me, but patiently explained to me.

"Oh oh." The younger brother nodded as if he understood, and then continued to ask.

"Boss, what is a rifle?"

"This..." Zhang Yang put his hands on his face and was silent for a second.

Then he remembered that they were wanderers who had been forced to drift here because their families were destroyed in the war.

The cultural level varies greatly, and there are many people who cannot read or write.

"A rifle is basically a burst gun. How should I put it..."

It’s quite complicated to explain, Zhang Yang sighed helplessly.

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In the vast land, a broad plain stretches towards the horizon.

The green grass ripples slightly in the breeze, like the chest of a sleeping giant breathing slowly.

From afar, a majestic city lies quietly on the plain.

The sun shines on the ancient and slightly mottled buildings, giving them a warm golden glow.

The stone-paved streets crisscross each other, smooth and shiny from being trampled by countless feet.

The crowd is bustling, some are in a hurry, some are strolling leisurely, the sound of footsteps and conversations are intertwined, forming a noisy background sound full of life.

The street stalls are lined up one after another, with colorful goods piled up like mountains.

The stall owners enthusiastically solicited customers and displayed their goods. The dazzling array of fruits and vegetables, exquisite handicrafts and unique gadgets were dazzling.

The air is filled with the aroma of various foods, from the sweet smell of baking bread to the rich smell of grilled meat, teasing people's sense of smell.

The ancient clock tower stands in the center of the city. The hands of the clock tick away, and every hour a deep bell sounds, echoing throughout the city.

In the narrow alleys, the walls are covered with green vines, and occasionally a cat glides past.

Looking up, I saw the cowhide clothing fluttering gently in the wind like flags.

On the street, there was a long queue outside a clinic with a sign that read "Miraculous Healer".

"Doctor, our family depends on him for support. Please make sure to cure our husband!"

Inside the clinic, a woman was crying, and a three-year-old child beside her was also frowning.

They came here to queue up since five in the morning just to see this "miracle doctor" in the city.

The city is affiliated with the Red Cross Society and is the most peaceful and stable place in the land.

The Red Cross in the city has saved too many people in this area, so it naturally has absolute authority in medical skills.

It is said that the "miracle doctor" was promoted to "Red Cross Imperial Physician" shortly after joining the Red Cross Society, and held a considerable status in the entire association.

Therefore, the clinic he opened was crowded every day.

Basically everyone who comes out of the clinic is smiling, and their illness is cured soon after.

In the clinic, a gauze curtain as thin as a cicada's wing was hanging gently, dividing the room into two worlds.

Behind this gauze curtain, the legendary "miracle doctor" was sitting quietly on the kang, like a silent statue.

His figure was obscured by the gauze curtain, and only a vague outline could be seen, but even such a vague face gave people an indescribable mystery.

Outside the clinic, the people queuing were looking at the miracle doctor inside from afar with curiosity on their faces.

"That's the miracle doctor?"

"And taking the pulse, it can't be from the East, right?"

"They are all miracle doctors, but do you know what they are called? Fake fans!"

"Of course I know, the miracle doctor's full name is Ronald Alexander Isnan!"