Anti-Japanese Black Wolf Special Forces

Yuan Shuai immediately retorted.

"Let me be the captain? Big brother, you are really my dear big brother! Being the captain sounds very sacred, but who knows how hard it is to be the captain? Even if you win the battle, but people die, some people will still blame you! I don't want to be the scapegoat! If you guys choose me to be the captain, I will leave now!"

After saying this, Yuan Shuai stood up, turned around and left.

"do not!"

The monkey quickly stopped him.

"Your brother was just talking, why are you so fussy? We don't blame your brother! People will die in war! We are already good enough. There are more than 12 people, and at least are left. Look at the th Company, which was reorganized into a company with more than people, but only more than are left. More people died than us! But no one complained that Captain Zhang fought badly!"

"Besides, the Ninth Company has rifles, machine guns, and grenades. What do we have? Our fire sticks are lucky to have survived until now. If our fire sticks were left to the Ninth Company, they might have been wiped out!"

Monkey is a shrewd guy and naturally doesn't want Yuan Shuai to leave.

Yuan Shuai must be leaving because someone blamed his brother.

Of course he had to speak up for the Yuan Shuai brothers.

When the other brothers heard this, they looked at each other in shame.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to learn marksmanship from handsome guy? You all saw how good he is at marksmanship. He could shoot a headshot from 4 meters away. Within a range of meters, four Japanese soldiers were killed with just a few shots. They were all hit right here!"

The monkey pointed to his heart and continued.

"With this kind of shooting skills, let alone our militia, even in the entire Ninth Company or the entire Third Battalion, I don't think we can find such a great marksman!"

Hearing this, the other soldiers quickly stood up.

"Monkey is right, your shooting skills are like a sharpshooter!"

"Marshal, don't be angry with your brother, and don't be angry with us. I spoke too harshly just now!"

"We only have so many people now. If you leave again, we will be one person less!"

"We are comrades who have lived and died together. You can't abandon us!"

"Why don't you teach us how to shoot? Why can't I hit the target?"

"If you can teach us how to shoot, we will call you Marshal every day!"

"I am Yuan Shuai!"

Yuan Shuai curled his lips, picked up the gun behind him and said.

"Everyone, look carefully. This is the Japanese Type 38 rifle. Do you know why we always suffer when we fight with the Japanese? Why do we always suffer when we fight with the Japanese with bayonets?"

These two questions in a row made everyone shake their heads.

The monkey urged anxiously.

"Brother Handsome, my dear brother, please stop keeping us in suspense. Hurry up, the Japanese might be coming soon! Let's get down to business. How can we improve our marksmanship?"

"Okay, right away... First of all, your shooting posture is wrong. Many people lower their heads to look at the bolt after firing a shot, fearing that the bolt will be lost. The moment you raise your head, the enemy's bullet will fly over. Therefore, when you shoot, you must keep your eyes on the front while pulling the bolt. If you find that a enemy's gun is aimed at you, dodge immediately. If not, you must find your next target to shoot!"

"So, your first step is to become proficient in pulling the bolt. Never lower your head to pull the bolt. When you can pull the bolt and load the bullet with your eyes closed, you are proficient!"

After saying that, Yuan Shuai closed his eyes and pulled the bolt, and everyone who saw it opened their eyes and mouths wide.

In fact, this action is as simple as it can be.

However, their militia team only had ten old barrels before, and the rest were broadsword blades, red tasseled spears and muskets.

Moreover, once the gun is given to someone, it will belong to that person for safekeeping. These people love guns like their life, so naturally they will not easily give their guns to others.

People are always a little selfish.

During normal training, they can only stand aside and watch these people with guns train.

Occasionally the militia captain allowed them to use it, but in that short of time, it was simply impossible for them to pull the bolt with their eyes closed.

Not to mention them, even people with guns, when they participate in a battle for the first time, will subconsciously look down at the bolt because of excessive nervousness.

And this could easily cost them their lives.

Among those who had the old barrel, only Yuan Bin survived, and the rest of them rarely touched the gun...

"The force should be parallel. If the force is parallel to the straight line of the gun, it will be smoother and save a lot of energy... Yes, that's it... I will show you the three most basic shooting postures. You can practice pulling the bolt while watching me demonstrate... The first is standing shooting... The second is kneeling shooting... The third is prone shooting..."

In order to give these people a greater chance of survival, Yuan Shuai began to explain some of the most basic things to them.

In addition to the shooting posture, there is also a posture for dodging artillery bombardment...

On the other side, Company Commander Zhang was lying behind a rock on the hillside to rest.

Signalman Gu Xiaoshan was lying not far from him, looking at him with a puzzled look on his face.

"Captain, don't you find it strange? There were nearly thirty Japanese corpses on this battlefield just now, that is, two squads of Japanese. Their militia only has more than fifty people, and only ten outdated old barrels, but they actually killed these Japanese! How did they fight this battle? "

These words caused the surrounding soldiers to talk.

"I'm confused too. They're all militiamen, but many of them haven't even touched a gun properly!"

"Thirty devils! Even if our team fights them, there will be many casualties!"

"And I looked carefully, one of the devils had his head blown up by a bullet!"

"Four of the devils we were chasing were shot in the heart!"

"Captain, do you think there is a sharpshooter with excellent marksmanship hidden in their militia?"

"Then we should invite him over!"

Having said this, everyone looked at their company commander.

Captain Zhang gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Of course he had seen the body, and he was suspicious of that, too.

It’s just that too many militiamen died.

The reason why he transferred the militia to the back to continue serving as a reserve force was to keep these new recruits alive.

The reason why he didn't find the sharpshooter was that he wanted the sharpshooter to protect the remaining dozen or so militiamen.

"Captain, you..."

"Shut up!"

Gu Xiaoshan wanted to say something, but Captain Zhang scolded him.

"How dare you say that? You are all veterans. You have handled guns more than them and have more ammunition for training than them. But look at your marksmanship. Don't you feel ashamed? I am ashamed too!"

"Company commander, the devils are coming!"

At this time, one of his men pointed to the distance ahead and reminded quietly.

Everyone craned their necks to look.

Company Commander Zhang picked up the telescope and looked into the distance ahead.

I saw black smoke rising from the air far ahead.

There were even bursts of roaring sounds.

"Damn it, it's an iron bastard!"