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The militia training could not be carried out at present, but He Qiang, as the captain, did not farm, so he made special arrangements.

The instructor sent by the armed forces department started to give He Qiang special training.

"Are you familiar with it? If you are, I suggest you try shooting."

Instructor Wang Dequan said kindly to He Qiang.

Wang Dequan still did not dare to neglect He Qiang, who had not even entered the civil service.

The leaders of the department repeatedly warned him not to do anything reckless. How could he dare to train He Qiang like a militiaman?

"Instructor Wang, whatever you say is what it is!"

He Qiang behaved very obediently.

In fact, he couldn't wait to shoot live ammunition!

"The main thing is that you have to adapt to the recoil when firing. With the firepower density of the Type 56, you can easily kill a beast even if you don't aim."

Wang Dequan said.

He Qiang nodded in agreement.

This Type 56 submachine gun has been tested in actual combat by African black uncles in later generations and has been widely praised.

If it weren't for the Russians in the north taking the blame, many people would have thought that the AKs that the black uncles like were made in the Soviet Union.

But in fact, most of them are the Type 56 submachine guns produced in our motherland!

Although our Type 56 submachine guns are also imitations, this is a story of the disciple surpassing the master.

Is it easy to use, is it good value for money, how can the black uncles not know?

This can be used to make a touching drama of"I am not a gun god"

""Da da da da!"

As He Qiang pulled the trigger, the muzzle of the Wuliu Chong gun sprayed gunfire, and the recoil shook his shoulders.

Fortunately, he had already prepared himself and used all his strength to hold the Wuliu Chong, otherwise the muzzle would have floated up.

But even so, after this magazine of bullets was fired, they basically went their separate ways.

On the dam 20 meters away, only two single holes were left, and no one knew where the rest flew to.

"It is normal for people who have just touched a gun to be uncomfortable with the effects of recoil. Once you are comfortable with it, you will not miss the target so much."

Wang Dequan comforted He Qiang.

He Qiang nodded, and then continued to try.

In the next few days, He Qiang went up the mountain to inspect the berry forest and the basswood forest, and brought down the lacquer and kudzu root. The rest of the time he practiced shooting.

Many people were also very jealous and wanted to go up the mountain to hunt.

After all, now that they have guns, everyone is confident.

He Qiang didn't care. The area at the west end of the village was designated as a protected area in later generations, and you can see how big the area is.

Even if every household sent people into the mountains, they would have enough territory to divide up in the mountains.

With the current atmosphere in the village, everything must be based on first come first served. The route that He Qiang took to enter the mountain will definitely not be open to other villagers.

If anyone is dissatisfied, then he has to ask whether the fists of the villagers standing on the He family are hard.

"Comrade He Qiang, you don't need my guidance for the time being in your current situation. It will be enough to keep up with your daily training. I have to go back to the county to report on my work. See you after the next formal training of the militia."

Wang Dequan said goodbye to He Qiang.

The village committee treated Wang Dequan to a dinner, and he would take a tractor back to the county the next day.

As the only person in the militia who was issued a gun in advance, He Qiang finally had an excuse to take a gun into the mountains.

After all, the instructors said that He Qiang had basically mastered the shooting skills and could use the gun with confidence.

Thinking of the litter of wild goats locked in the berry forest, He Qiang couldn't wait to take the mare into the mountains after getting up early in the morning. When he arrived at the limewood forest, He Qiang looked at the wild goats bleating and eating grass, and his mood was filled with joy. He finally had a reason to bring this... He Qiang took some goats down the mountain.

Without any hesitation, He Qiang shot a volley of bullets, and a group of wild goats fell directly in a pool of blood.

Using his supernatural power to drag them to the water source, He Qiang began to skillfully cut open their stomachs.

He did not deal with all the wild goats, but left two ewes.

He had tested it before and found that the male goats were wild and difficult to tame, and there was no way to lead him away, so there was no reason to bring one down the mountain alive. The final destination of this kind of untamed wild sheep is to be shot and then become mutton dishes.

But the ewes are different.

Because The lambs were not yet weaned, so He Qiang only needed to let the mare lead the lambs, and the ewes would naturally follow.

Kidnapping the lambs and taking the ewes away was a very reasonable thing, and He Qiang was not afraid of arousing any suspicion.

He really had no way of dealing with the rams. He couldn't say that he had taken five or six of them and pushed the ram's head down the mountain, right?

The mare certainly couldn't carry several corpses, but He Qiang couldn't leave them on the mountain, so He Qiang first dismembered the fat-rich parts, and then used his supernatural powers to make a rattan ball and hang the meat on the tree.

He planned to do it in two batches. Transport, first bring this valuable meat back to the lacquer forest.

Although the preliminary work of the lacquer forest has been completed, and all that remains is to collect lacquer regularly, the two cousins still bring the younger one to collect lacquer every day, and dig kudzu roots by the way.

Making money has always been a motivating force for people. The two cousins didn't feel tired at all. Even the eldest and second uncles, who were not the main force working in the fields, took over their sons' work without complaint.

The harvest of cash crops is higher than that of grain, so whichever one makes money will be given priority.

Ordinary people don't play tricks on you, they just want their pockets to bulge.

""Fuck, Qiang boy, why is there so much meat in your backpack?"

He Yong was tired from digging Pueraria root, and just stood up to relieve the fatigue in his waist, but he saw He Qiang walking towards him with a young mare at the bottom of the slope.

Looking at the white fat in the backpack, He Yong's eyes widened.

This is fat meat!

Fat!

He Qiang started to perform directly, and said with a beaming face:"Second brother, I'm rich this time. I went into the ravine today and encountered a group of wild sheep. I shot down several of them with one shuttle. There were also two ewes with lambs that were tripped, and I caught them all at once!"

He Yong heard this and sighed that He Qiang's luck was really good.

He could encounter such a great thing, which was really enviable.

"What about the sheep? Did you catch two alive? Where did you take them?"

He Yong couldn't wait to ask,"You didn't kill them too?"

Although these sheep did not belong to him, He Yong felt a strong heartache.

What a spendthrift!

What a spendthrift!!

They were all caught alive, but they didn't think of a way to take them down the mountain to raise them? Didn't they say there were lambs?

He Yong felt that he could finally understand his uncle's feelings.

"I'm tying it up, and more than half of the meat hasn't been transported back yet. You and big brother, come and help! Transport the meat first, the sheep can't get away!"