The War of Resistance

The order to kill Zhang Xuecheng was made after the Zhang family held a family meeting.

Even that young marshal, as the supreme commander of the Northeast Army, couldn't make an order on his own initiative, saying, "Just beat my uncle and brother to death."

Zhang Xuecheng is the eldest of his second uncle's family, he still has a younger brother, that is his own younger brother, and finally agreed to beat his own brother to death.

Who told him to take refuge in the Japanese, and the Japanese assassinated his third uncle, that old handsome man, in Huanggutun.

Zhang Lianjie, as a battalion commander, did not know about this kind of decision-making at the top.

They also didn't know about the soldiers under their team that was about to go retrograde.

After fighting for a day, the soldiers were all tired, and they all found a place to rest in the mountains.

At this time, Shang Zhen held his own rifle and looked thoughtfully at the deep dusk.

He had made sure before that he was neither blood-sick nor gun-sick, and he only felt heartache when he saw the scene of people or animals being killed by bullets with blood splattering.

But after this day's battle, he was surprised to find that he had no sense of the enemy's death.

In other words, no matter how miserable the enemy's death was, even though he looked nauseous, he didn't feel that heart-wrenching feeling.

Could it be that he can't see the death of his side?

For this reason, when repelling the puppet army's attack for the third time this afternoon, he took a special look at the dead soldiers of his own.

Sure enough, when he saw the dead soldier, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, and then his face turned pale and he started to tremble again.

For this reason, he was ridiculed by several veterans next to him, saying that you are such a coward!

Shang Zhen was speechless.

In this case, how can he explain it to others? How can he explain it to others if he doesn't understand it himself?

Then, be a coward, be a coward!

But cowards have to live. He couldn't understand why his body was in such a state, but after the battle stopped, he still had to practice his body.

Now Shang Zhen feels the disadvantages of being weak.

He enlisted in the army, and then caught up with the battle, and he didn't have any endowments that are easy for ordinary people. In order to survive, he must seize all non-combat time to strengthen his body and exercise his body.

In the afternoon, he had fired more than 20 shots in the process of repelling the attack of the puppet army.

But to his regret, during the entire design process, he only wounded two enemies in total, both of which were hit at the first time.

He naturally summed up the reason, that is, when he shot at the puppet army for the first time, the puppet army was already close enough.

After all, a rifle is a rifle. Although there will be vibration when shooting, it is still much more stable when shooting.

And when the target gets farther away, for example, a hundred meters away, Shang Zhen estimates that the bullet he shot is most likely to fly past an enemy's hairline, and he never sees an enemy in front of him again. The shot fell down.

But those old soldiers are very accurate in shooting, especially Lu Dajiao, don't look at his feet smelly, his hands are really good when shooting! Three or five shots can always knock down an enemy.

For this reason, Shang Zhen asked Lu Dazuo for advice in his spare time, but Lu Dazuo looked at his thin and thin body with contempt. Let's just talk about him, you can practice your energy first before you talk!

At this time, a veteran beside him joked that if you want to practice marksmanship as accurately as Lu Dazuo, then you must first practice your feet to be as smelly as him!

Shang Zhen's asking for advice this time had an embarrassing result.

However, after thinking about Lu Dazuo's words carefully, he felt that there was some truth to them.

That is, my own strength is too weak, and when I am weak, I lack stability when shooting from the gun.

Then if I aim for a long time before shooting, my hands and arms are sore first, how can this be?

But there is a certain truth, and there is only a certain truth, not an absolute truth.

Shang Zhen is not stupid, he knows that there are not only male soldiers but also female soldiers in this world.

How could the strength of a woman be as strong as a man's? Some women's strength can't match their own, but their rifles are equally accurate.

So what's the reason here?

Shang Zhen's own conclusion is that in addition to having good eyesight, the moment the trigger is pulled, the vibration produced by the rifle should be small.

The smaller the vibration produced by the rifle, the smaller the vibration of the muzzle will be. After aiming in this way, the shooting will naturally be accurate.

It can be deduced from this that it is wrong to pull the trigger suddenly when shooting.

Because the harder you pull the trigger, the stronger the gun trembles. This range seems small, but when the bullet is fired, it will be too big.

Therefore, when pulling the trigger, it should be a gradual and slow process of pulling the trigger back, and the gun rang during this process.

Since the aiming process is accurate and the bullet is fired without any vibration, it doesn't matter if the gun vibrates again.

Shang Zhen didn't know it, but at this time, he had summed up a shooting principle that only the shooting instructors knew.

Of course, whether this truth is right or not, Shang Zhen himself doesn't know, and needs to experience it in future battles.

But with the emergence of this principle, new problems have emerged.

When a person is facing the enemy of life and death, how can he keep the action of unintentional firing without losing shape? This is to have a stable mind.

Shooting is undoubtedly a technical job and a delicate job. There is an urgent desire to kill the enemy in his heart, but in action he must be as calm as water.

It was already dark, Shang Zhen picked up his gun, he wanted to find that calm feeling like water.

But when he put the butt of the gun to his shoulder, he grinned because of the pain.

He was a new recruit, and he had fired so many guns in one afternoon. During the shooting, the recoil from the butt of the gun had already swollen his shoulder.

Forget it, let's wait for my shoulders to get better before practicing, Shang Zhen thought to himself, and finally lay down on the body, but the rifle he was holding was still in his arms.