Xiaole looked at Uncle Guo like a monster. In his impression, Uncle Guo seemed to have never praised anyone in recent years, and it was the first time to praise Xiaotong.

Before today, I was afraid that I had mistakenly thought that Uncle Guo had forgotten the function of praising others. Over the past few years, he has been stuck in a dark room all day long, and has become a strange person in the eyes of others. Since Wu Fei arrived in Erma Mountain, he can see that there have been quite a change in Uncle Guo. He seems to have signs of coming out of the nightmare of that year. If this is true, it would be a great thing.

Wu Fei, Wu Fei, what magic does you have? It not only attracted Xiaotong and me, but also made Uncle Guo have a gratifying change. Xiaole looked at Wu Fei with joy on his face, and his heart was filled with thoughts.

"You have already understood the structure, and now I will talk about its performance." Uncle Guo pinched a bullet and said, "The 38th large cover uses a 6.5mm Yosaka rifle bullet, the capacity of the bullet is five rounds. After loading the bullet, the entire gun weighs eight kilograms and two liang, and the effective range is 500 meters." At this point, Uncle Guo paused for a moment, looked at Xiaole, and said to him: "You should have tried it. Although the 38th large cover has a range of about five hundred meters, its lethality actually reaches eight or nine hundred meters."

Xiaole nodded seriously, and made a series of gestures in his hand.

Wu Fei couldn't understand the dumb gestures and looked at Xiaotong habitually.

"Xiao Le said that this gun has high accuracy within 300 meters and has much lower recoil than other rifles. The gun's performance is far better than that of Hanyang, Zhongzheng and Mosin-Nagan rifles."

Before Wu Fei could ask, Xiaotong translated Xiaole's words first, just like Wu Fei would turn his head to look at him. Whenever Xiaole finished his gesture, he would translate it like a conditioned reflex.

"The reason I want to explain these is to let you know that although a gun is just a tool, if you want to truly control it, you must understand it and treat it as your most loyal friend. Just like you three partners, each of you has his own characteristics and strengths. I believe you have already known each other's characteristics and strengths, so the relationship between you three will be so good and get along so well. The same is true for the gun. Only when you are truly familiar with and love it will it become a sharp weapon and a killer in your hands, and it will become your most loyal partner."

Wu Fei didn't fall asleep all night. Although he was very tired, Uncle Guo's words kept circling in his mind: Only when you are truly familiar with and love it will it become a sharp weapon and a killer in your hands, and it will become your most loyal partner!

Uncle Guo is not by the fire, and no one should worry about his whereabouts. Xiaole and Xiaotong are curled up and snuggled together, sleeping sweetly. Wu Fei would not laugh at the two big men for hugging each other like children, but instead looked at them with interest. Will it be my partner until one day when my gun and I can be as close as they are?

The open flames of the fire have been extinguished, and the brown-red charcoal will burst out gently from time to time, making small sounds. In this quiet night, it is so clear and audible in this quiet woods. Wu Fei held his gun and fell asleep in a daze while thinking.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot woke up the early morning of the woods, and also woke Wu Fei and Xiaotong who were dreaming.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Xiaotong was like a frightened deer, grabbed the gun and hid next to Wu Fei.

"I don't know, but I think it should be fine." Wu Fei comforted Xiaotong. The gunshot just now was the sound of the 38th ridge. The Japanese in the early morning would not appear in this wilderness. Apart from the bandits, the rest may be that this shot was fired by Uncle Guo. If it was really a bandit, there would be nothing scary. These four of them came out of the bandit's nest.

"Where is Xiaole?"

After hearing Wu Fei's words, Xiaotong was a little calmer, and then she remembered her companions who had hugged each other last night.

"Didn't he sleep with you? You don't know when he left?"

Wu Fei found it a little funny. Xiaotong is also a talented person if he is so confused.

"I don't know."

Xiaotong was not embarrassed at all, and she said this with confidence.

When he was so shameless, Wu Fei could only be speechless. He raised firewood on the pile of ashes and prepared to rekindle the fire. The steamed buns in the dry food bag were not softer than stones without being roasted.

"Xiaole, where have you been? What are you on your hands?"

Wu Fei was blowing the fire hard, but he heard Xiaotong's surprise words in his ears. Looking up, Xiaole was walking towards this place with a gun on his shoulder, holding a huge pheasant in his hand.

It turned out that he fired the shot just now. Wu Fei was still worried, but now he disappeared without a trace.

Xiaole threw the golden pheasant next to Wu Fei's feet, which was the rhythm he had to deal with. Among the four people, he had the best cooking skills, and most of the food was cooked during this period.

Wu Fei really wanted to do it, but without a knife, he couldn't have opened the belly of the golden chewy with his hands. He asked Xiaole and Xiaotong, and they didn't have any daggers or other things. Originally, there were bayonets on the gun, but no one brought them all and threw them in the cabin. Where can I find them now?

"Or we'll just roast it?" Xiaotong came up with a bad idea, but this was the only feasible solution now. In desperation, Wu Fei had to plan to use a stick to pierce the pheasant and put it on the fire to roast it. In fact, it was quite easy to get it. Even the hair was plucked, although the colorful feathers on the cocktail were very beautiful and attractive.

Suddenly, Xiaole seemed to have thought of something. He stopped Wu Fei's movements, pushed Xiaotong gently, and gestured a series of gestures.

"Xiao Le said Mr. Guo had a knife, so he went to get it and asked you to wait a moment."

Xiaotong translated Xiaole's words, and for the name of Uncle Guo, only Xiaotong called him his master among the three. Wu Fei once asked him why he didn't call him Uncle the same as him. He just giggled and did not answer positively.

Wu Fei soon had an impression of Xiaotong's translation. Uncle Guo's yellow and black cowhide belt always hung a sheathed dagger. The scabbard was very ordinary and old, and the blade was invisible. I don't know what kind of knife he was carrying every day as a treasure.

"Uncle Guo hasn't seen anyone all night, where are you looking for him?" Wu Fei asked in confusion. Although he knew that Uncle Guo was guarding and protecting the three of them not far away, it was difficult for him to find someone aimlessly in a huge forest.

"Xiaole has a method, so you don't have to worry about this." Xiaotong played with a feather pulled from the cocktail in her hand, and her tone was very relaxed.
Chapter completed!