RBCT Chapter 1127 Experience
Chapter 1127 Experience
Chapter 1127 Experience
Hearing Zhao Jun say that there were wild boars to hunt in the mountains, Zhao Weipeng instantly became interested. Under Zhao Jun's guidance, the two came to the place where the Zhao family's dog gang chased the wild boar yesterday.
Zhao Weipeng pulled over to the side of the car and took out the big cotton jacket that Zhao Jun had prepared for him from the back seat to replace his military coat.
Then, Zhao Jun carried the 56-ban and Zhao Weipeng carried the 56-chong, and the two of them pushed down a small oar tree by the side of the road, sat on the trunk side by side and tied their leggings.
After everything was ready, Zhao Jun walked in front and Zhao Weipeng walked behind, and the two of them crossed the ditch and entered the pond.
This ditch was full of coniferous bushes. Yesterday, Zhao Youcai used a bayonet to push away the tree branches along the way. Later, Zhao Jun and his large force crossed the ditch, using swords and axes to clear a path. Today, it was much easier for Zhao Jun and Zhao Weipeng to cross the ditch.
However, the Type 56 magazine that Zhao Weipeng carried was long and curved, and was often scratched by tree branches when he crossed ditches and ponds.
This is the inconvenience of the Type 56 and Type 81 when going up the mountain, so the best gun for hunting in the mountains is the Type 56 and a half.
The two crossed the ditch and pond and climbed up the mountain. Once they got up the mountain, Zhao Weipeng got into even bigger trouble.
This big boss was used to a life of luxury and was also a fat man, so he couldn't climb the mountain after walking only three or four hundred meters.
Zhao Jun was not in a hurry and helped Zhao Weipeng find a place for him to sit down.
"Oh! Ouch..." Zhao Weipeng sat on the tree leg, took a deep breath, stretched his legs and took out the Shilin cigarette from his trouser pocket.
"Little Zhao Pao." Zhao Weipeng wanted to give Zhao Jun a cigarette, but after Zhao Jun politely refused, Zhao Weipeng did not force him to give it. He held a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, then said to Zhao Jun: "This cigarette is quite delicious."
Zhao Jun smiled faintly when he heard this, and stood aside without saying anything.
As if he felt it was a bit awkward for Zhao Jun to stand while he was sitting, Zhao Weipeng struggled to move closer and said to Zhao Jun: "Come on, don't stand, let's squeeze in."
Zhao Jun glanced at Zhao Weipeng's big butt and thought, "It counts if I can squeeze past you."
Although he thought so in his heart, Zhao Jun said, "It's great, Boss Zhao, I'm not tired."
Zhao Weipeng didn't let Zhao Jun wait too long. After smoking a cigarette, he continued on his way with his gun on his back.
After walking another two or three hundred meters up, Zhao Weipeng felt tired again, but at this time he heard the screams of a wild boar from above.
Zhao Weipeng's eyes lit up, and when he looked at Zhao Jun, he asked with a heavy breath, "Are we here already?"
Although he was tired, Zhao Weipeng knew that he had not walked far, only about five or six hundred meters, to encounter a wild boar.
"No." Zhao Jun looked up and said with a smile, "It's less than two miles away."
Although there was still a long distance to the destination, Zhao Weipeng seemed to be encouraged by the cry of the wild boar and climbed up with all his might.
But Zhao Weipeng had been inactive for a long time, and asking him to cross mountains and rivers out of the blue was really asking too much.
Especially when the snow was over the knees, Zhao Weipeng, who was broad and fat, had difficulty moving his legs.
Fortunately, Zhao Jun was leading the way, so Zhao Weipeng could follow Zhao Jun's footsteps and it was relatively easier.
After walking more than a mile with great effort, Zhao Jun led Zhao Weipeng to the left.
Not far away, under Zhao Weipeng's expectant gaze, five cannon balls were lying in the snow.
Seeing someone coming, the five wild boars raised their heads at the same time, with snow flying everywhere.
The mountain wind blows hard and snow flies all over the sky.
"Roaring..."
The wild boars were roaring wildly, their huge bodies humming in the snow, but if they could have escaped, they wouldn't have stayed here for a day and a night.
At this time, Zhao Weipeng felt his blood boiling. He had never been to the mountain to see such a scene before, and he could not even dream of it.
"Little Zhao Pao!" Zhao Weipeng looked at Zhao Jun with bright eyes and asked, "Can I fight?"
"Boss Zhao." Zhao Jun pointed to the side and said to Zhao Weipeng, "Let's go around the wild boar's side, that's the big side. Otherwise, we can just go along the head, that's the small side, it's hard to hit."
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Zhao Weipeng waved his hands excitedly and said, "I'm a good shooter."
"Ah." What else could Zhao Jun say after the guest said that? He could only raise his hand and signal, "Then you can fight."
"Haha." Zhao Weipeng put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, freed one hand to take off the camera hanging around his neck and handed it to Zhao Jun. Then he gestured to Zhao Jun and said with a smile: "Little Zhao, look at me, the weasel, lifting the door curtain and showing you my little skills."
Zhao Jun: "..."
Zhao Jun had been to the mountain with Chu Anmin and had seen Chu Anmin's marksmanship. Zhao Weipeng and Chu Anmin were comrades-in-arms, so he shouldn't be too bad.
But for some reason, as soon as Zhao Weipeng said that, Zhao Jun suddenly felt unsure about him and thought of Zhang Yuanmin who was hospitalized due to injury.
"I don't know what happened to my elder brother." Zhao Jun wanted to get angry, and at this time Zhao Weipeng moved the safety of the 56-charge gun to the bottom, which was the single-shot state of the rifle.
"Snapped!"
“Ahh…ahh…”
Five wild boars were screaming at the top of their lungs on the hillside, but Zhao Jun just twitched his lips.
"Cough!" Zhao Weipeng coughed lightly. He was not coughing, but just trying to cover up his embarrassment.
That shot didn't hit the wild boar's hair.
"I haven't touched a gun in several years." Zhao Weipeng muttered to himself to make excuses. Zhao Jun was not familiar with him and did not dare to talk to him.
"Snapped!"
The second shot missed again.
"Snapped!"
Zhao Weipeng fired again without saying a word, but missed again.
The continuous gunshots did not harm the five wild boars at all, but it still caused them great psychological pressure.
"Snapped!"
The fourth shot grazed a wild boar's front elbow, and the bullet swept away a tuft of the boar's hair.
From the second shot onwards, Zhao Weipeng did not utter a word. After firing the fourth shot, Zhao Weipeng calmly moved the safety of the 56-shot rifle from the bottom to the middle.
With the safety activated, the 56mm rifle changed from single-shot to continuous-shot.
"Da da da..." Zhao Weipeng pulled the trigger frantically and bullets poured out.
Zhao Jun: "..."
In Gun Star, Zhao Weipeng could see the wild boar screaming after being shot, which made him excited and he fired all the bullets in the magazine in one breath.
"Ow...Ow..."
After the gunshots died down, the cries of wild boars could still be heard on the hillside.
Of the five cannon eagles, three were killed by Zhao Weipeng, and the remaining two were seriously injured.
Zhao Weipeng put down his gun, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.
His problem was that there were no bullets in the gun. When he arrived, the 56 was fully loaded with thirty bullets, and he used them all up in one go.
Zhao Weipeng felt embarrassed to ask Zhao Jun to lend him a gun and bullets.
"Boss Zhao!" At this time, Zhao Jun stepped sideways to Zhao Weipeng's side, raised his hand and pointed forward, saying: "Bayonet! Charge!"
These five short words instantly made Zhao Weipeng no longer embarrassed and his blood boil. He pushed away the bayonet of Type 56 and rushed upwards, twisting his fat body.
He had fired wildly before, killing the remaining two wild boars, and their legs were broken by bullets, making it even more impossible for the wild boars to move in the snow.
Seeing Zhao Weipeng jumping down on the corpses of his companions, Pao Luanzi roared angrily at Zhao Weipeng.
"Kill!" Zhao Weipeng shouted, and stabbed the bayonet straight into Pao Luanzi's raised throat.
Hearing Zhao Weipeng shouting and calling for killing, Zhao Jun couldn't help but sigh. At first, when he was in the forest farm, he just had some guesses. Now Zhao Jun can conclude that this Boss Zhao is definitely a fun person.
The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out.
The bright red wild boar blood splattered on the white snow and on Zhao Weipeng's trouser legs.
"Give me your life!" Zhao Weipeng turned around and charged at the wild boar five meters away.
Zhao Weipeng is 1.82 meters tall. Although he is tall, the heavy snow can't cover the wild boars, so it's too late for him to squat at this time.
Zhao Weipeng was seen twisting his body left and right in the snow, taking laborious steps, and raising his bayonet to kill the last wild boar.
Suddenly, Zhao Weipeng fell on the way to charge.
"Huh?" Zhao Jun was stunned and quickly ran up with his gun. He was accompanying the guests, and it would be a lot of fun if he left them on the mountain on the first day.
When Zhao Jun arrived, Zhao Weipeng was digging in the snow. He tripped and fell flat on his face.
Zhao Weipeng wanted to stand up, so he pushed his hands into the snow. Wouldn't he be like a cannon egg, with all four legs on the ground?
The heavy snow could even bury the eggs of a cannon, let alone a fat man?
The cannon egg next to it stopped barking at this time. It stared at this person blankly, wondering how come he suddenly became like itself?
"Boss Zhao!" Zhao Jun helped Zhao Weipeng up, but Zhao Weipeng waded through the snow in front of him and said, "Where's my gun? I don't have it anymore."
As he lay down, the rifle slipped out of his hand and disappeared into the snow.
Zhao Jun was speechless, but he couldn't show it, and hurriedly pulled Zhao Weipeng and said, "Boss Zhao, can't you put your feet down and play?"
"Ah?" Zhao Weipeng was startled, and then he heard Zhao Jun say, "Put your foot on the bayonet again."
Zhao Weipeng: "..."
"Go ahead and try it out." Zhao Jun held Zhao Weipeng's thick arm with one hand, handed him his 56 with the other hand, and said, "Let's poke the pig first."
Zhao Weipeng took the gun, pushed away the bayonet, and looked at the wild boar with murderous eyes.
"Ah...ah..." The only remaining wild boar saw that things were not going well, and started howling at the top of its lungs.
But the pig's screaming soon stopped, the wild boar's body twitched slightly, and blood flowed from its mouth.
"Boss Zhao! Don't draw your sword!" At this time, Zhao Jun stopped Zhao Weipeng and said, "Just keep this pose, I'll take a picture of you."
"Hmm?" Zhao Weipeng's eyes lit up and he was extremely expectant.
Zhao Jun picked up the camera from his neck. He had never used this ancient thing before, but it was not difficult to operate.
After Zhao Weipeng told him which was the shutter, Zhao Jun moved back a few steps and began to instruct Zhao Weipeng.
"Boss Zhao, the expression on your face... is so fierce!" Zhao Jun was not well educated and did not know how to use the word "ferocious", so he used "very fierce" instead.
Zhao Weipeng could understand what Zhao Jun said. He saw him holding the gun in both hands with a ferocious face. The scene of him stabbing the wild boar with a steel gun and a knife was immediately captured by Zhao Jun with his camera.
"Boss Zhao, pull the knife out halfway." Zhao Jun once again instructed Zhao Weipeng, "Let the blood flow out through the blood trough. Hey... I'll shoot it all up for you. Hey? Don't be so happy!"
Twenty or thirty years later, everyone, young and old, loves to take photos to record a moment, which shows that this operation is very addictive.
At this time, Zhao Weipeng didn't look at the photos or negatives, but he could imagine that these two photos of himself would look absolutely handsome when they were developed.
Thinking of this, Zhao Weipeng admired Zhao Jun even more.
"Boss Zhao." Zhao Jun said, "I'll count to one, two, three. When you count to three, you draw your sword and I'll press the shutter as blood spurts out."
"Don't call me Boss Zhao!" Zhao Weipeng couldn't help but turned his head and shouted to Zhao Jun: "Call me uncle!"
"Ah?" Zhao Jun was stunned, and then he heard Zhao Weipeng say: "We all have the surname Zhao, we are all one family."
"Ah, then...Uncle Zhao." Zhao Jun called out tentatively. The man in front of him was a big boss with a net worth of millions. If millions of dollars at this time were put aside in thirty years, how much money would that be?
"What Uncle Zhao?" Zhao Weipeng was still not satisfied and shouted, "Just call me Uncle!"
"Uncle." Zhao Jun changed his tone and said, "Then I'll check the number."
"Check it, nephew." Zhao Weipeng changed his words more quickly, and then he listened attentively to Zhao Jun counting.
“One, two, three (click)!”
The moment Zhao Weipeng drew his sword, a stream of blood spurted out from the wild boar's neck. The wild boar suddenly raised its head. This scene was recorded in the photos by Zhao Jun.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Zhao Weipeng turned around and ran towards Zhao Jun.
"I took the photo, uncle." Zhao Jun said with a smile, "When the photos are developed, they will be really awesome."
"Nice, haha." Zhao Weipeng laughed, and then asked Zhao Jun: "Nephew, how do you think your uncle should shoot it?"
As he spoke, Zhao Weipeng held the gun in his left hand and pointed at the cannon egg he had just stabbed to death with his right hand, and said to Zhao Jun: "I originally wanted to take a photo standing in front of the pig, but after you arranged it for me, I think it's meaningless to take a photo like that."
These days, not many people take photos, and ordinary people are very well behaved and have serious expressions when taking photos.
When traveling on business to various places, they would just stand in front of the scenic spots and take pictures in an orderly manner. He had never seen anyone play like Zhao Jun, which was beyond Zhao Weipeng's understanding.
"Zhao... No, uncle." Zhao Jun waved his hands around and said to Zhao Weipeng, "Aren't there five pigs here? Let's arrange them and stack them up. There are three pigs on the bottom layer, with one pig stacked between two pigs. Isn't that two layers? There are two pigs on the second layer, and then you go up, stand on the two pigs with your legs apart, step on each pig's testicles with one foot, and hold a gun in your hand. That's really a big deal."
"Hahaha..." Zhao Weipeng's eyes sparkled after hearing Zhao Jun's description. He laughed and patted Zhao Jun's shoulder with his fat hands, making Zhao Jun grin.
"Nephew, you are really thoughtful." Zhao Weipeng praised Zhao Jun, then waved his fat hand forward and said, "Let's stack it now."
"No, anything else, uncle." Zhao Jun heard this and hurriedly said, "This pig weighs more than 300 kilograms. How can we stack it?"
"What are you afraid of? Your uncle is very strong." Zhao Weipeng raised his arms, as if he wanted to show off his biceps.
"Uncle," Zhao Jun said, "The pigs I arranged for you today are all big. We can't lift a 300-pound pig. Just listen to me. Today... let's go back like this. Tomorrow, I'll bring people here. We'll stack these pigs here, and you can take pictures. After we finish taking pictures, the people will help us move these pigs down."
"That's fine." Zhao Weipeng seemed a little reluctant, but he was not too arrogant and could listen to the opinions of professionals. This was evident from the fact that Zhao Jun asked him to change his clothes.
"Then let's go." Zhao Weipeng was about to leave, but Zhao Jun stopped him again, "Uncle, we can't leave now. We have to gut these pigs, or they will stink."
"Open the chest..." Zhao Weipeng frowned and asked, "Won't that affect the photo shoot tomorrow?"
"No problem, no problem." Zhao Jun pointed at the wild boar that Zhao Weipeng had stabbed to death last, and said, "Uncle, help me turn this boar over."
"Okay." Zhao Weipeng agreed immediately. Then Zhao Jun bent the wild boar's left hind leg, and he bent the wild boar's left front leg. The two of them worked together to try to turn the wild boar over.
Normally, Zhao Jun and Jie Chen would have no difficulty turning over a pig this big. But this time, with the cooperation of Zhao Weipeng, who was known for his strong arms, Zhao Jun felt that the pig did not move at all.
(End of this chapter)