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"You mean a bolt-action rifle? A Mosin-Gunner? That makes hunting easy."

Seeing Li Weijun's huge request, the guard was stunned for a moment. At first, he thought he could just pick up a service rifle to satisfy his craving, but he didn't expect Li Weijun to be so picky and directly asked for a bolt-action rifle, which was just short of saying "sniper rifle".

However, the soldiers may change but the camp remains the same. There is nothing else in the barracks except various weapons. For example, the one he holds in his hand is an M1 Garand rifle captured on the battlefield in the north.

So after the guard finished reporting to the battalion commander, the burly battalion commander, who was in his forties, was very straightforward and quick in approving the report without making any trouble.

With this note, Li Weijun can go to the armed officer to get the weapons he wants, but these weapons must be returned on time and there are clear limits on the number of bullets.

It would be fine if it was damaged, but if it was lost, the battalion commander of the guard battalion who approved it would definitely be punished.

"Comrade, do you have a German-made Type 98K with a scope? The magnification of the scope doesn't need to be too high, 4x will do."

Li Weijun handed the note to the armed officer, who was accompanied by the guards. In addition to protecting Li Weijun when necessary, they were also responsible for avoiding misunderstandings.

In the military camp, Li Weijun did not have a number. If anything went wrong and he was killed as an enemy spy, Hu Dingguo would probably cry and beat his chest.

It's hard to find a track and field genius, the god of sprinting. It's impossible that he died just because he was itching to go hunting in the back mountain.

The price is so high that the guards cannot afford to be careless.

"We have the German-made 98k, but we don't have much ammunition for it."

The armed officer took the note, took a look at it, turned back to the armory, and after struggling for a long time, he finally brought out a rather heavy wooden box.

The wooden box fits together tightly, and although the surface is rough, there is no sign of corrosion or rust, which shows that it has been kept very properly and carefully.

After removing the rivets from the wooden box, Li Weijun saw a greasy steel weapon lying unusually quietly in the middle of a large bundle of straw.

There's actually new stock for this thing?

Li Weijun was stunned for a moment when he saw this. If he guessed correctly, these German-made 98k guns were usually used by the shampooers themselves to arm the National Defense Forces due to their excellent quality.

The reason why there are some Type 98k firearms in the country is that most of them come from the German-equipped division that Chiang Kai-shek usually hides as treasures and is reluctant to destroy in battle.

Over the years, Guangtou Jiang has been living on Frog Island and serving as the island master. Unexpectedly, some of the German weapons he purchased back then are still unopened.

Watching the guard pick up the 98k skillfully, he first weighed it, exclaimed in admiration, and then prepared to wipe off the greasy oil.

These oils are used to prevent guns from rusting and corroding. They are pungent and difficult to clean, but without this protection, the 98k in the box would have been covered with mottled rust.

After skillfully pulling the bolt and confirming that there was no risk of the gun malfunctioning or jamming, the guard asked the armed officer for more bullets.

This larger-caliber bolt-action rifle naturally has amazing lethality, but the requirements for bullets are equally stringent. We cannot let this opportunity go easily to get more standard bullets.

Otherwise, without bullets, no matter how powerful the gun is, it is no different from a fire stick.

Under the guidance of the guard, Li Weijun adjusted the zoom lens and felt that the German-made product was worthy of being German-made. Both its refinement and feel were impeccable. It was many times better than the Mosin-Ganna from the Rakshasa Kingdom in the north.

It's a pity that the Mosin-Ganna can adapt to more complex environments and is not affected at all in ice and snow, while the German-made 98k can only be said to often malfunction in extremely cold weather.

However, in Shanghai, with its subtropical monsoon climate and scorching hot summers, there is no problem in using it.

After packing up, without waiting for the guard to say anything, Li Weijun went straight to the hunting ground in the back mountain as if he was familiar with the route.

Li Weijun had nothing to do during this period, so he had already gained an extremely thorough understanding of the situation in the back mountain.

In addition, his five senses were significantly enhanced, so some subtle things were clearly visible in Li Weijun's eyes, as big as a stone, with nowhere to hide.

Therefore, hunting can be done with half the effort and with ease.

Often from a long distance away, when there was no movement at all, Li Weijun would just raise his hand and fire a shot, and every shot would hit the target.

Some nimble squirrels on the treetops had nowhere to hide.

Even the guards who were excellent marksmen and had been called the company's sharpshooter many times were defeated by Li Weijun's amazing marksmanship.

The skill of shooting comes only with practice.

Although Li Weijun had never used the 98k before, with the help of his master-level marksmanship, he seemed unusually relaxed.

With the help of the 4x scope, Li Weijun's movements were smooth and flowing.

When the hunting was over, the total weight of all the prey was at least eight or nine hundred kilograms.

The slightly more difficult problem was a fat wild boar weighing about 300 pounds, which was leading his wife and children to look for food.

Due to his excitement, Li Weijun's bullet missed the target, causing the wild boar to run away for a long time.

"The skin of this thing is very thick. If you don't drain the blood in time, it will smell fishy and smelly."

The guard took out a dagger from his sling and began to bleed the big wild boar. He also called the soldiers on duty nearby and prepared to drag the prey back to the camp to improve the food.

Li Weijun was not interested in the game and let the guards take the prey away.

Then he showed his true colors and smiled maliciously: "Comrade Guard, you can see that I really can't let go of this gun. You see, I finally got my fix, but it's dark again. What a pity..."

The guard was also a clever man. He was grateful for the favor and said without hesitation, "Comrade Li, don't worry. I will tell our battalion commander about this matter. With the chief here, our battalion commander won't say anything. After all, you are a favorite of our chief. But the rules cannot be broken. You have to register with the armed officer. When you leave, give it as a small gift as a witness..."

Hearing this, Li Weijun naturally understood that one cannot get what he wants in a hurry, so he handed the gun back to the guard with a smile.

After stretching his muscles while hunting, Li Weijun began to think about how to get Song Tianyang and Chen Jiaquan to drink at the dinner later.

Li Weijun was indeed helpless about this matter. If he didn't fall into a coma, the plan couldn't proceed...