Movie Variety Show: Starting from a New World

"Do you want to learn?" Wei Lai looked at He Zhijun in front of him and asked with a smile.

"I want to learn!" He Weidong nodded repeatedly. What he wanted most was to be a sniper like Wei Lai.

"If you want to reach my level, you must practice shooting more! Don't think about aiming before shooting, otherwise the enemy will run away. A real master can feel that he is being targeted, so he can only raise the gun and shoot, and the target will be found! This requires a lot of practice!" Wei Lai said.

"Chief of Staff, when did you start practicing shooting?" Xiao Jianlin asked curiously.

"Me? I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. I started hunting in the mountains with my father when I was eight years old. Do you know what kind of gun I use?" Wei Lai said as he thought of the training he received as a child.

"What gun?" several people asked at the same time.

"The Japanese's Type 38 rifle! With the bayonet inserted, it's longer than mine! Every weekend, we brothers would carry our rifles on our backs and travel long distances to the deep mountains and forests to practice shooting. I remember that we fired more than 3,000 rounds of bullets with the Type 38 rifle!" Wei Lai thought for a while and said.

"Three thousand bullets? How long will it take?" Han Dong calculated secretly in his mind.

If we fire ten rounds each time, that would require over three hundred rounds. And the Chief of Staff said he would only go on weekends, so that would mean over three hundred weekends? But how old is the Chief of Staff this year?

"That's not right, Chief of Staff? If you can fire ten rounds in one weekend, it would take you more than two thousand days just to practice this Type 38 rifle. That would take six or seven years. How old are you?" He Zhijun questioned.

"Who told you to shoot ten rounds each time? When I was eight years old, I used to shoot at least a hundred rounds each time I practiced shooting!" Wei Lai said, pointing with one finger.

"Eight years old? Fire a hundred rounds at a time? Are you sure your body can handle it?" Han Dong asked in surprise.

"No problem. After I finish shooting the Type 38, I'll start using the Big 8. Do you know what that gun is?" Wei said.

"Garand rifle?" several people asked in unison.

"Yes, at that time, we fired about 10,000 rounds of the big eight-grain rifle for about four years! Then we started shooting the five- and six-grain semi-automatic rifle! I guess we fired more than 50,000 rounds of bullets from that gun!" Wei Lai said with emotion.

In fact, his favorite was the 56.5 rifle, but unfortunately there were fewer bullets for that gun. It was not until his father went on a long trip that he got a lot of such bullets.

Before joining the army, while other students were practicing in groups, only their children trained at home every day. If they couldn't shoot, they would just hold their guns! Practicing for two or three hours every day was really a torture.

"Chief of Staff, does your father work in a military factory? How can he allow you to practice shooting with so many bullets?" Han Dong asked curiously.

"Haha, of course not. The chief of staff's father was the instructor of our country's first generation of special forces! He is not from the arsenal!" He Zhijun said, smiling and patting Han Dong's shoulder.

"The instructor of the first generation of special forces? I remember our captain is the second generation of special forces, right? What about the first generation?" Han Dong was confused.

He was just a new recruit who had just joined the army. He had been serving in the First Army of the Jinling Military Region. After arriving at the front line, because of his outstanding performance, he was specially approved by He Zhijun to join their special brigade.

Therefore, not much is known about these things. At this time, apart from the special forces, not much is known in society.

"Well, let me tell you this, my dad trained a group of special commandos on the battlefield in North Korea. Except for those who were injured or retired, the rest are basically senior officials of our national special forces brigade. And our brigade commander was the second batch of personnel trained by this group of people when special forces were formed in various military regions across the country. After that, my dad did not participate in the training of the third batch of personnel, but was trained by the brigade commander and his group!" Wei said.

"So you have been receiving special forces training since you were a child?" Han Dong said in shock.

"That's about right! But as we get older, our training methods won't work for us brothers. Instead, we need to increase the amount of training! Basically, about three times the amount of your training!" Wei said.

"Do you understand? We can't compare with them! And don't be proud! You should know that the chief of staff's family has more than 20 brothers and sisters!" He Weidong patted the confused Han Dong and comforted him.

"The Chief of Staff has more than 20 brothers and sisters? Is that true?" This was the first time Xiao Jianlin heard such a statement, and he asked in surprise.

"This is true! For example, the deputy captain of the Southwest Military Region Special Forces Brigade is the chief of staff's elder brother, also named Weidong, Zhao Weidong!" He Zhijun said.

"Hey, why are you saying this? Look how scared Xiao Han is!" Wei Lai said.

"When I think about the fact that there are more than 20 people at the same level as the Chief of Staff, I feel a chill in my heart!" Han Dong murmured.

He Zhijun and his companions suddenly shuddered. If these twenty or so super special forces formed a team, how powerful would their combat effectiveness be?

"In fact, we are not that strong. The really strong ones are my younger brothers and sisters. When they grow up, they will be stronger than us brothers!" Wei Lai said.

In fact, when he was making a training plan for Wei Guang, he found that Wei Guang's physical fitness was much better than his own! So he guessed that the younger brothers and sisters behind him might be even stronger.

But these are just his guesses, and he doesn't know the specific situation.

"Stronger than you? Wow, this is incredible! If only they could all be recruited into our team, we would be number one in the country!" He Weidong said with emotion.

"What are you thinking? Do you want my family to become the target of public criticism? Such thoughts are very dangerous. Don't say such nonsense in the future!" Wei Lai gave He Weidong a slap on the head and said in a serious tone.

"Yes!" He Weidong also knew that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly stuck out his tongue and said.

"Chief of Staff, our efficiency is too low. Do you have any good ideas to increase it?" He Zhijun turned the subject to business.

"There's no other way. I brought you out because, on the one hand, I need to kill more ungrateful people to avenge my brother. On the other hand, it's because I have an excuse to experiment with new guns. It's difficult to do anything else! Let's just test the guns honestly! Don't just focus on shooting. We will need to send back valid experimental data when the time comes!" Wei Lai reminded.

"I hate writing the most! Can I not write?" He Weidong wailed.

"There's nothing we can do. Everyone's experience is different. Not only are we doing experiments, but other troops are also doing such experiments!" Wei Lai said helplessly.

Meanwhile, Zhao Cheng, holding his Type 85 sniper rifle, was lost in thought. This weapon was fine for field combat, but wouldn't it have too many shortcomings in urban combat? Should he bring this up with the arsenal now? Could they avoid any further detours?