Reborn in 1977

Without putting a bridle on the little pony, Chen Fan walked ahead with his hands behind his back, while the little pony hopped and skipped around him.

Sometimes it would dash ahead, but when it realized it was getting too far from Chen Fan, it would quickly run back, trot alongside him for a while, and then couldn't resist dashing forward again.

After about ten minutes of this back-and-forth running, the man and the horse arrived at the brigade headquarters.

Seeing strangers, the little pony didn't dare to run around anymore, sticking close to Chen Fan, its big eyes darting around, curiously looking at the people.

The villagers greeted Chen Fan as they saw the pony.

"Teacher Chen, is this the horse you bought last time?"

That's right, Chen Fan now had a new title in Lujiawan. The old title of 'Master Chen' was no longer used; everyone called him 'Teacher Chen,' even 70-year-old Master Liu.

Chen Fan stroked the pony's head, which was nuzzling against him, and replied with a smile, "Yes, it's that horse. It hasn't left the house since I bought it. Now that the weather is clear, I've brought it out for a stroll."

Someone kindly called out, "Teacher Chen, you'd better get a rein to lead it. Young horses are attached to their mothers, and Ganjia Village isn't too far away. It might run off."

Chen Fan laughed and said, "It's okay, I have the receipt. If it runs off, they'll have to send it back to me."

The people nearby grinned and laughed.

After passing through the dirt road, they soon arrived at the brigade headquarters.

In the open space in front, Zhang Wenliang was, as usual, leading a group of militiamen in drills, each punch and kick precise. When he saw Chen Fan, he simply nodded in greeting without saying a word.

Chen Fan didn't go straight in as he usually did but stood to the side and watched.

Soon, Xiao Liewen came over, doing stretching exercises. He stood next to Chen Fan, took out his pipe, patted the little pony's head, and said with a smile, "Not bad, you've raised it well."

The little pony shook its head, looking a little scared of this person, and tried to hide on the other side of Chen Fan.

Chen Fan reached out and held the pony's head, preventing it from moving, "You're going to be a warhorse, how can you be afraid?"

He gently patted the pony's head before turning to Xiao Liewen with a smile, "This fellow hasn't been out for almost a month. It's not easy that the road is dry today, so I brought it out for some fresh air."

Xiao Liewen lit his pipe, pursed his lips, and said, "If you want to train it as a warhorse, you can't pamper it. What if the road isn't dry? Even if it's raining or snowing, you still have to pull it out to run."

Chen Fan nodded with a smile, "You're right. I'm just seeing that it's recovering from a serious illness, and I'm afraid it might cause other complications. When I have more herbal medicine prepared and it's a little bigger, I'll specifically take it out for a walk on stormy days."

Xiao Liewen almost choked on his smoke, coughing twice as he exhaled, and scolded with a laugh, "You're never serious. Taking a horse for a walk on a stormy day, do you want it to get sick, or do you want yourself to get sick?"

After a pause, too lazy to argue with him, he asked, "You didn't go straight in today, standing here waiting, is there something important?"

"No."

Chen Fan chuckled and said, "Didn't Brother Sanhu say before that when I mastered holding the rifle, he would teach me real marksmanship? These days, I've been practicing on my own, and I feel like I'm almost there, so I wanted to ask him when he's going to teach me actual combat marksmanship."

"Mastered it?"

Xiao Liewen's expression changed slightly, looking at him strangely, "How did you master it? Tell me."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "I tied three bricks to the gun barrel and hung it up, and I stood a bullet casing upright on the barrel, holding it for half an hour without it falling off, which is about the same as what Brother Sanhu said before, so I guessed I should have mastered it."

After a pause, he added, "Being able to master it so quickly is really thanks to the Xingyi Spear Stance you taught me. The force changes in shaking the spear are a great help to holding the rifle, otherwise, it wouldn't have been so fast."

Xiao Liewen pursed his lips, clenching his teeth, and his eyes twitched a couple of times, "Come with me, show me."

He turned and walked inside.

Chen Fan grabbed the little pony's ear and quickly followed behind.

Xiao Liewen entered the office, strode to his cabinet, unlocked it, opened the door, took out a Type 56 half-automatic rifle, turned around, and threw it to him, "No need to tie bricks, try it."

Then he threw over a bullet.

Chen Fan caught the gun in one hand and weighed it, knowing without looking that it was an empty gun. He grabbed the bullet with the other hand, placed it upside down on the barrel, and then straightened the gun, making a aiming posture.

From beginning to end, the bullet on the barrel was as steady as Mount Tai, without the slightest tremor.

Xiao Liewen held his pipe in his mouth, forgetting to smoke. He stared blankly at the bullet, muttering, "It's really mastered?"

Having practiced martial arts, Chen Fan was now sharp-eared and clear-eyed. Hearing this, he couldn't help but raise his head and ask, "Captain, you're not messing with me, are you?"

Xiao Liewen came back to his senses, waving his hand with a complicated expression, "There's no benefit in messing with you. You've mastered the gun-holding technique, don't you feel it yourself?"

Chen Fan was stunned, "Gun-holding technique?"

Xiao Liewen nodded, pulled out a chair and sat down, his eyes full of reminiscence, "The gun-holding technique is also called the rifle-holding technique. It's a method specifically for training holding the rifle. In the beginning, it was taught to the White Army by American instructors. After the White Army was captured and surrendered to us, it was passed on to our army.

But they didn't hang bricks, they hung a kettle, and at the same time, they put a bullet on the barrel.

The Russians also have a similar training method, they put a small red ball on the barrel, which is almost the same.

However, whether it was the Americans or the Soviets, this method of training marksmanship has been abolished."

Hearing this, Chen Fan's face couldn't help but fall. Teach me an abolished training method, and say you're not messing with me?

Xiao Liewen glanced at him and said, "The reason they abolished it is because hanging heavy objects on the gun will ruin the gun. In addition, for the vast majority of soldiers, practicing balance with bullets and small red balls is not as good as practicing firing with empty guns, at least it can form muscle memory, and the posture of using firearms is more standardized, and the speed of firing is faster."

Now Chen Fan couldn't help it, "Then why did Brother Sanhu still teach me this?"

Xiao Liewen said sternly, "Because this method has more disadvantages than advantages for ordinary soldiers, but it has a very good training effect for real experts."

He held out a hand and gestured, "When I was in the army, there were several martial arts practitioners in the company who used this method to practice guns. Because they were all experts who had already mastered their skills, it only took them a few days to learn this gun-holding technique.

After learning it, their accuracy improved by at least 30% compared to before learning it, shooting was more stable, and the speed was also faster.

Although your kung fu hasn't reached its peak yet, it can be considered that you have entered the door, especially after mastering the Five Elements Saber and practicing the Xingyi Spear Stance, you are more sensitive to the force changes of the gun.

So, the method that is not suitable for ordinary people is just right for you to practice."

After saying that, he exhaled a puff of smoke and said quietly, "I just didn't expect that you would master it in only 20 days."

Chen Fan chuckled, just about to say something.

At this time, Secretary Yang walked in, and seeing them both, he said with a smile, "That's good, Xiao Chen, you're here too, I'll issue a notice in a moment."

Chen Fan turned around and quickly took out paper and pen from his cloth bag, "Tell me."

Secretary Yang chuckled, "On March 6th, the 17th day of the first lunar month, reopen the rural market. The location is still in Ganjia Village. Remember to notify everyone later."