Follow the guards who go to the division for meetings every time they go to the division, they will gather together to communicate with each other whenever they have time.

However, the gunfire of the shooting competition is so dense that this is the first time that a group of guards have encountered it.

The Eighth Route Army lacks ammunition, so it is impossible to mess with bullets.

The well-informed guards already knew that the Ninth Battalion brought back a lot of ammunition.

It is said that there are 40,000...

There are about twenty regiments coming to the meeting, and one regiment can be divided into two thousand. If it is a regiment with only about one thousand troops, a soldier can be divided into two rounds!

Three guns and eighth routes can at least turn into five guns and eighth routes.

Before the shooting competition began, the division guards immediately announced the change of the rules.

A group of guards fell off their chins...

The bastard named Da Dog, the division guard, directly led the wooden stakes that were used as targets, and inserted three hundred meters away with him.

So far... I can't even see the goal clearly, what else can I compare to?

I haven't heard of hitting the target two hundred meters away... but is that a legend?

Normal warrior shooting skills assessment is the standard of 100 meters.

But the guards of the division said that everyone is a good choice, so the standards must be improved.

But if you put two hundred meters, aren’t you deliberately making things difficult for others?

Being a chief guard is considered to be comprehensive abilities, and it is not necessarily a guard who can be a good marksman.

After a long time of argument, I finally calmed down.

Even if you can't beat it, you can't be timid!

Besides, the rifle bullets are "sponsored" by the Independent Group, and we must also strive for this opportunity to practice marksmanship.

If someone really can be so powerful, you can even talk to this person about his shooting skills.

A group of ten people were lying in a row, and they were too lazy to even do the target in the distance, so they just inserted a wooden stake to finish the work.

A row of guns would cost fifty bullets.

In this competition, I guess I'll have to use five or six hundred bullets...

The distance is too far, it seems not to compare who can shoot more accurately, but to see... who fires the bullets that can hit the target!

Big Dog hit all five shots, and the key is that his shooting speed is still very fast.

He was immediately surrounded by a group of guards and asked him to tell him about his shooting experience...

"That's the three points and one line is the foundation... As long as you can shoot a thousand bullets, you can hit the target by just aiming..."

"Tsk...shot a thousand shots? Are you having a problem with your brain?"

"Our regiment sharpshooters are all on the front line. Who would be so stupid that they use sharpshooters as guards! Their regiment commander must be afraid of death..." An old man became sour after drinking too much vinegar.

"It's right, there are all cowardly waste next to the group leader..." After saying that, the big dog deliberately turned his head and looked at Xiaodou next to him.

The big dog did not realize that as soon as this said, it hit a large number of people.

The one next to him immediately stopped doing it: "Hey... you said something wrong. As you said so... We are all useless wastes for free?"

"I didn't say anything about you..." Big Dog quickly explained.

"Then were you talking about me?" Another person glared with his eyes wide and rolled up his sleeves: "Come on, let's practice!"

The big dog was helpless: "Oh, I said I can do it myself, right?"

"Which group are you from?"

"Fuck the guard platoon leader of the Independent Regiment, my name is... Xiaodou."

"Xiaodou? OK, I remember you..."

Xiaodou next to him was a little confused. Is the big dog causing hatred for himself or giving him a face?

It just passed noon.

The meeting ended earlier than expected.

The independent group kitchen class delivered lunch directly to the conference room.

Looking at the half-inch thick strips of meat on the lunch box, there was a fish thicker than a big finger next to it...

There is white rice below...

White rice poured with broth!

The group leaders were a little stunned...

The Grand Political Commissar sat on it and didn't say anything, no one dared to touch the spoon...

Everyone's eyes were staring at Captain Lu.

"Don't be polite, even if you eat with your belly open, this time it's not only the wounded but also the soldiers... Even the villagers across the river have a share of people..." Captain Lu stood up and explained: "The fish were caught from the river. There is little water this year, and the fish are relatively small. As for the meat, the soldiers have been fighting a litter of wild boars in the mountains. They have been left for half a month. The mountains lack salt and cannot be preserved for a long time. If they don't eat it, they may smell it..."

A certain group leader approached the lunch box and smelled it, and immediately shouted: "What's going to smell? It's smelly!"

Commander Lu looked at the political commissar and felt guilty: "Major political commissar, just eat it, there is still something on the kitchen team..."

The Grand Political Commissar looked serious: "Are you sure everyone has a share?"

Commander Lu was a little embarrassed: "I promise everyone has a share..."

The leader Chen, who was the supplementary regiment, saw that the political commissar looked bad. As the leader Lu and his neighbor, he quickly stood up to rescue the siege: "The political commissar, this matter is not a big deal for the leader Lu. The food of the independent regiment was well eaten because they were really good at fighting the Japanese and seizures..."

A certain team leader didn't care: "How powerful is it?"

Commander Chen looked around and said, "Everyone must have heard that using a platoon to attack the county town and mobilized a Japanese brigade to give up sweeping back to the county town. With a company delaying half of the division of the South Road, he won valuable time for the division headquarters to transfer. Last year, the headquarters was besieged and the departments were ordered to reinforce. The Ninth Battalion was still a company, leading a brigade of Japanese brigade away."

"Oh, I remember that the briefing seemed to have written about this. That old Lu, is it really your regiment? Call the platoon leader here and take a look..."

Another regiment commander immediately stood up and asked, "Old Lu, that time the advancing team was empty... It seems that it was led by Political Commissar Ding Deyi?"

"Old Lu, I heard that there was a Japanese who led a brigade away. Is it your independent group?"

"We have three independent regiments in the Division. If we add the own editors of each military sub-district, more than a dozen independent regiments will definitely be indispensable..."

The Grand Political Commissar's face eased a lot, then waved his hand: "I know which one you are talking about, so hurry up and have dinner..."

A regiment commander picked up the piece of meat in front of him and smelled it: "Hey, Grand Political Commissar, then did I really eat it?"

The leader next to him immediately shouted loudly: "Those who are capable eat meat, those who are incompetent drink porridge..."

Commander Lu hurried to the top political commissar: "The top political commissar... look... our independent group has many people and many guns, can we give a formal number?"

"We are revolutionary soldiers with faith. We must always remember that we shoulder the hope of the nation. That guy in Chongqing only gave us the 3rd Division and the Ninth Regiment. We fight the Japanese quietly. Do you understand? Besides, the number is just a number. As long as you can fight Japanese, do you see that all the comrades here know you?"

A regiment leader followed and said, "The political commissar makes sense, and the gun makes the first bird. If the Japanese know your record, their advance team might come to you at any time..."

Commander Lu couldn't help but feel scared that the Independent Regiment had not yet had a formal number, so he worked with the Japanese to advance into the team for five or six times!

Even the Japanese advanced to the wine station and targeted them twice in a row.

It seems... all these things have something to do with the uneasy Ninth Camp...

"What are you doing when you are standing there? Have a meal quickly, and you have to rush back to your respective stations in the afternoon..."

Even if the wild boar is dried with wind, it cannot be preserved for a long time without salt deficiency.

The smelly meat is still meat. The cooking team steamed for a long time. It is estimated that no matter how powerful the bacteria are, they will be almost killed.

A gust of wind immediately swept away the clouds in the conference room.

More than ten minutes later, the clean lunch boxes were taken away by the soldiers of the kitchen squad.

A soldier in a cooking squad asked: "Hey... why didn't I see a piece of fish bone on the ground..."

"Chew it and swallow it..."

"How do you know?"

"Did you spit bones when you first ate fish at the wine station?"

"First time? Uh...you said it seems... makes sense..."

After a meal.

The regiment leaders took their respective guards to leave the wine station and return to their respective defense areas.

A certain regiment commander looked at the guard Sun Dingguo listlessly and asked casually: "Why, this time I lost to the thin monkey again?"

Sun Dingguo cried and said, "I originally had a draw with him, but later lost to an independent team soldier named 'Piao'..."

"What did you say? The last name of Pu? Isn't that guy still able to speak birds? "

"That's right, you know him?"

"Haha, it's not unfair to lose to him. That guy is cruel and ruthless. What kind of martial ethics do you need to talk about when your Sun family boxing is about? It's normal that you can't beat him."

"That guy attacked him as soon as he came up..."

"Can you blame me? On the battlefield, you have a confrontation with the enemy. Do you still tell the enemy... Please give me advice, you can shoot first..."

"Oh, the leader...you seem to have seen it with your own eyes?"

"That guy Park is the instructor at the headquarters. I don't know how he came to the Independent Group. When you see him, you will take action. His three-legged cat kung fu is not your opponent."

"So that's the case..." Sun Dingguo shook his fists: "Next time he will definitely hit him all over the ground for teeth..."

The leader nodded: "That's right, we have to learn from our failure..."
Chapter completed!