After dinner was ready, Wang Yong specially moved the dining table to the yard and placed it under the starry sky. He sat at the table with Brother Ban, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers and plants in the yard, listening to the noisy sounds coming from the village, and accompanied by the breeze, preparing to enjoy the delicious meal they had been busy with for a long time.

The table of dishes was full of big dishes, which made Brother Ban confused. He hesitated for a long time but couldn't figure out which one to eat first.

Yellow croaker with snow vegetables, sea cucumber with scallions, braised shrimp with braised prawns, stewed elbows, steamed sea crabs, stewed mushrooms with pheasant, beef stewed with Hangzhou pepper, tiger skin pepper, golden eggs with tomatoes, fish-flavored shredded pork...

As a guy who is full of meat, Brother Ban is really embarrassed when he looks at the dishes that are emitting tempting fragrance in front of him. How can I live in the future after eating this meal!

"Don't stand there! Use your chopsticks, come, come, try the big yellow croaker I made, it is absolutely tender, smooth and fragrant." Wang Yong greeted him, and picked up a piece of big yellow croaker and put it in Brother Ban's bowl.

The meat of the big yellow croaker is tender and has few thorns, not to mention that it is the best product produced in the small world. After being stewed by Wang Yong himself, some spiritual spring water mixed with the water of life and onion, ginger and garlic also produced in the small world were added.

After the serving was served, the special fragrance formed by the mixing together was blown away by the gentle breeze at night. The nostrils of the two kings were drilled, making people unable to help but start drooling. It smells so damn good!

After the meal of fighting and playing, it was past ten o'clock. Because they were going to go up the mountain to hunt tomorrow, the two of them didn't talk much after dinner and went to bed early to rest. Hunting up the mountain is a physical job. If you don't keep your energy well, how can you have fun tomorrow!

The next morning, it was nearly six o'clock. As soon as the sun emerged from the top of Dongshan, Wang Yong got up with a rare morning and got up.

After putting on his clothes, he saw that Brother Ban had not woken up and did not wake him up. He left the yard alone. He was preparing to borrow two rifles from the armed police station on the other side of Dongshan. Yesterday, Wang Yong told Commander Sun Hao of the base that he had agreed to get up early this morning to get the gun.

As soon as Wang Yong left the house, he saw that he had seen Wu Bo, the company commander of the base guard, coming out of a cheetah off-road vehicle last time. There was a soldier carrying a big bag behind him. You can tell from the shape that it should be a rifle inside!

"Captain Wang, we have brought you what you want." Wu Bo saw Wang Yong come out and greeted him on his own initiative.

"Company Commander Wu? Didn't you agree to go over and take it yourself? Why did Commander Sun ask you to send it to me? How embarrassed!" Wang Yong quickly took the long bag from the soldier's hand. While taking it, he invited the two of them to sit in the room.

"No need, I'll go back to today's training right away. There are two rifles and two pistols in my bag. Each gun is equipped with four magazines. If not enough, I'll call them and send some more."

"Enough, enough. I can't use that much. Besides, I have some old antique guys here."

As soon as Wang Yong finished speaking, Wu Bo stared at Wang Yong with two eyes, and Wang Yong was puzzled, what was wrong with this?

"I know this. I knew it last time we came here. I was thinking about when I came here to open my eyes! I heard that you are the most famous guys from World War II. Especially the fast and slow machines, I have liked that thing since I was a child, but unfortunately I didn't have the chance to try a few shots." Wu Bo said with some regret.

Speaking of the post-80s generation like them, no one doesn't envy the heroes in movies and TV holding one or two trumpet guns in their hands. In modern terms, they are absolutely handsome and cool.

"It's not simple, you wait a moment. I'll get it for you." After saying that, without waiting for his reaction, he carried the bag into the yard. After putting the bag in his hand on the sofa in the living room, Wang Yong walked into his room. His heart moved, and two Belgian-made M1932 wrench guns, namely the fast and slow machine, appeared on the bedside table.

Just as I was about to pick up the gun and walk out, I suddenly thought of something. As soon as I started to think of another long old-fashioned bolt-moving rifle appeared in my hand. Anyone who has a little knowledge of military weapons will definitely scream when I see this strange rifle with a unique dust cover structure: Oh my god! The 38th large cover!

That's right, the 38 large cover was finalized in 1905 and was named the Type 38 rifle. It has a caliber of 6.5mm, has a long range and high accuracy. It is an excellent bolt-action rifle. Because it has a dust-proof cover as a dust-proof design, the gun is much longer than other rifles, and is called the 38 large cover.

From 1905 to the defeat of Japan in World War II, the gun was the main combat equipment of the Japanese. Even in the late World War II, the Japanese made a Type 99 rifle, but they only changed the caliber of the rifle to 7.7mm, and the mechanism continued the Type 38.

Since Wu Bo likes guys from World War II, he will definitely be interested in this thing.

In this way, Wang Yong held a large 38-piece cover, two fast and slow machines plus six fast and slow machines magazines, and an iron bullet box containing 120 6.5mm rounds, and walked quickly towards the gate.

As a result, it was not surprising. When Wu Bo saw the 38th cushion in Wang Yong's hand, he immediately screamed, and could no longer move his eyes and stared at the gun that Wang Yong was holding.

"Three-eight big covers!"

"Okay, I'll leave it to you! One hundred and twenty rifle bullets, one hundred and twenty mullet gun bullets. Take them all back to play, but after playing, you have to send them back to me. These are all cultural relics! Someone who has maintained such well and maintained such good performance, and I don't have much inventory here." Wang Yong reminded.

He didn't say anything nonsense. As for the blasting gun, there were only a dozen of these guns that could still be fired. There were still many of them in the 38th hood. There were only forty or fifty scattered ones, and there were two boxes of unopened new guns. Together, there were probably more than one hundred. I guess there were only ones in China. Of course, the shooting experience management was later made specifically to satisfy people's curiosity.

Wu Bo happily carried two famous guns from World War II, and was almost a household name in China. He returned to the base and enjoyed it.

As for whether Wang Yong would use the firearms she brought and whether he would guide him by himself, he didn't think about it at all. After all, the leader had given it specifically that as long as it was Wang Yong's request, it must be met.

In his opinion, such a person with a strong background and great contribution to the country, not to mention that he has many World War II guns in his hands, so how could he not play guns?

So he simply took the treasure in his eyes and ran away like a flying car. The opportunity to test a few famous guns from World War II with his own hands, which made him extremely excited just thinking about it.

Seeing that Wu Bo's car disappeared in a flash, Wang Yong shook his head and returned to the house again. After coming to the living room, Wang Yong quickly turned his attention to the long bag on the sofa.

After thinking about it, Wang Yong walked over and unzipped the zipper. A Type 95 assault rifle, an 811 assault rifle, two Type 92 5.8mm pistols with gun holsters and a bunch of magazines scattered together appeared in front of him. Wu Bo also carefully installed two multi-function vests to easily carry those magazines.

Wang Yong picked up a multi-function vest and put it on his body, took four magazines and inserted them into the magazine bag on the front of the vest. The pistol was hung directly on the belt. As for the magazine of the pistol, Wang Yong originally thought that he would just put it in his pocket. Later, he thought that it was inappropriate, so he put it in the magazine bag on the vest.

Just as Wang Yong was posing for handsomeness with the 81 assault rifle, he moved his mind and found that Brother Ban had woken up. He shouted loudly: "Brother Ban, get up quickly, everyone has given this gun. Hurry up and eat something and we will go up the mountain."

"Have the gun been brought over?" Wang Yong's divine thoughts saw Brother Ban's sleepiness disappearing immediately. He got up and quickly put on his clothes. His movement was definitely no worse than the veterans in the army. It seems that the gun is really attractive to Brother Ban!

After more than a minute, Brother Ban was wearing a crooked dress. He pulled his shoes and tied his belt while running out. When he saw Wang Yong's outfit, he screamed and rushed over.

"Stop, stop. On the sofa, your set is on the sofa!" Wang Yong shouted while dodging.

When Brother Ban heard Wang Yong say this, he immediately stopped. After turning his head and seeing the rifle exposed in the long bag on the sofa, he immediately gave up on Wang Yong's pursuit. He reached the edge of the sofa in one step, grabbed the rifle and lifted it up. He held it in his arms and looked left and right, unable to let go of it.

One minute, ten minutes, half an hour.

"I said, brother! Can we have a meal first?" Wang Yong said helplessly to the beautiful Ban brother who was already fully equipped and constantly posing in various shapes for the 18th time.

I really can't do anything to him. I've been playing for so long, and this guy doesn't even have to eat.

After much persuasion, he finally let him sit on the table and start eating. However, the gun in his hand was still reluctant to let go. One of them was hung on his chest. While eating, he touched it from time to time and looked at it.

While Brother Ban was having a meal, Wang Yong found a backpack and filled a few bottles of water and some snacks. These things were indispensable after going up the mountain.

Other medicines and other things were bought at YUNNAN last time, but they were left in the small world by Wang Yong and did not take them out. Wang Yong had traveled all over the mountains at his doorstep since he was a child.

He knew everything in every mountain, and there might be dangers. So he could not use the things necessary for adventure in the jungle, and it was just a cover-up.

Before Wang Yong finished packing up, Brother Ban had already eaten a few bites of food over there and began to urge Wang Yong to go up the mountain quickly. He boasted that Wang Yong wanted to see his super powerful shooting skills, and kept telling Wang Yong that he would not need to shoot at all. As long as he found his prey, he would definitely not be able to escape from his palms.

"I'll say Brother Ban, let me ask, can you shoot?"

"Well!"

Brother Ban is honest. Although he has watched too many movies and TV, he knows that he needs to pull the bullet to load the bullet, and then after opening the insurance, he can aim at the target at one line at three points. But he is a little at a loss when he really shoots himself.

When Wang Yong saw this situation, he began to explain the operation tips to him. Don’t let the prey be killed, and then you will be killed.

Indicate the location of each key part, such as where the insurance is, the automatic, point shot, single shot gear. In addition, the posture of holding a gun, etc. It is also important to note. Finally, it is emphasized that no matter when, you cannot point the gun at a gun to prevent it from hurting.

After confirming that Brother Ban really remembered it, Wang Yong carried a gun and picked up a hijab to walk out of the house with an excited look on his face. He walked over quickly to the mountain behind the house. After walking a little slower, Brother Ban kept shouting loudly from behind:

Comrades, follow me!

Then the guy was energetic and rushed to Wang Yong tirelessly.
Chapter completed!