Siheyuan: Married a female spy at the beginning of 1944

He Daqing didn't know what to say, and the same went for He Yuzhu.

He Daqing knew that it had been a long time since the two of them last saw each other, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He Yuzhu is still young and shouldn't be so lifeless.

He handed his pistol to He Yuzhu.

"Have you learned how to shoot? This gun is for you."

When He Yuzhu saw the pistol handed to him by his father, his eyes lit up.

He Daqing gave him a very exquisite Browning M1911

He Daqing had seized this type of pistol before.

Many of these guns were found among the Japanese soldiers killed during this period.

At this time, most of the Eighth Route Army generals used Mauser pistols or the box-type rifles captured from the Japanese.

The appearance of these two pistols is not very good-looking, and their performance is slightly worse.

The Turtle Box often jams, and the muzzle of the Mauser pistol jumps when firing normally.

So in the eyes of most people, neither of these two pistols is a good gun.

During this period, He Yuzhu also gained a basic understanding of firearms.

He always liked the Mauser pistols in the hands of other guards.

Now seeing He Daqing giving him a better-looking gun, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

He took the pistol with great joy and touched it.

He said with some regret: "I haven't learned how to shoot yet. They said I was too young and didn't give me a gun."

In fact, the main concern was that He Yuzhu was not familiar with guns and might accidentally discharge the gun and hurt others and himself.

After all, He Yuzhu was fostered by He Daqing, so it was impossible for them to treat He Daqing as an ordinary soldier.

"It's okay, Dad will teach you. Let's go and find a place to practice shooting."

He Yuzhu was very familiar with the nearby terrain and knew where the soldiers usually went to practice shooting.

He led the way with a gun in hand, smiling.

When I am happy, I talk more.

"Dad, your gun is better looking than our commander's gun. Is this gun particularly difficult to handle?"

"It's not difficult. I need several more of these guns."

There are more than 30 such pistols in He Daqing's system backpack.

These guns were captured from the Japanese and puppet troops.

The Japanese squadron leaders basically used pistols they bought themselves.

They rarely use their own turtle boxes.

Only the lowest-level squad leaders would use a turtle box, and if the squad leader's family is relatively wealthy, they would also buy their own pistols.

When He Yuzhu heard that He Daqing still had several more, his eyes rolled.

"Dad, can you give me two more?"

As soon as He Daqing heard it, he knew that his son wanted to give it away.

Come to think of it, if the gun in He Yuzhu's hand was too good, and He Yuzhu's boss was using a very bad pistol.

This can easily lead to resentment.

But he didn't expect that his son actually understood the ways of the world.

"Okay, I'll give you two more. Who do you want to give this gun to?"

He Yuzhu touched the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly.

“I want to give one to Yueya, and one to the commander.

The commander's pistol is a Mauser pistol. I feel a little uncomfortable using such a beautiful gun."

He didn't mention why he gave Yueyaer a gun.

"Oh, yes, we should give one to your commander, but why give it to Yueya? How is she now?"

When it comes to crescent moon, He Yuzhu's liveliness slowly turned into a kind of restraint, awkwardness and shyness.

"Yueya helped me take care of my sister, so I wanted to thank her. I don't usually have anything to give her, and I saw that she likes guns, so I wanted to give her a pistol."

He Yuzhu is completely judging others by his own standards.

He liked the pistol so much that he thought he liked Crescent Moon too.

He had not thought of giving him the crescent pistol before, but when He Daqing gave him the pistol today, he felt extremely happy.

So I thought that if I gave Yueya a pistol, Yueya would be very happy.

He Daqing smiled when he heard his son's reason.

He didn't believe He Yuzhu's reason. At least it couldn't be the only reason.

He Yuzhu must be aware of how valuable the pistol is.

If I just wanted to thank Crescent Moon for taking care of Yu Shui, I definitely wouldn't give her such a valuable gift.

He said teasingly

"Just to thank her for taking care of Yu Shui? If that's the only reason, then giving her a gun is too expensive. Hiring a servant to take care of Yu Shui every day wouldn't cost much a month."

When He Yuzhu heard this, he suddenly became anxious.

He argued, "How can it be the same? Hiring someone costs money, it's a gesture of friendship, someone taking care of the rainwater is a gesture of friendship, it can't be measured by money."

After saying this, he thought that this beautiful pistol must be very valuable, and his father might not be willing to part with it.

So then I said

"If this pistol is too expensive, forget it."

What he was thinking was that since He Daqing couldn't bear to let it go, then forget it.

When I get my allowance, I will buy some soap, towels and other things for Yueyaer.

He Daqing looked at his son, who looked a little anxious and a little disappointed.

I almost couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, if you say so, then let me give it to you. My son has grown up now. If it were in the old society, I would probably be a grandfather."

When He Yuzhu heard this, his face and neck turned red.

"Dad, what are you talking about? Yueyaer and I have no such relationship. We are revolutionary fighters, comrades, and friends."

He Daqing just smiled as he watched He Yuzhu explain himself.

He Yuzhu's words became weaker and weaker.

Finally, he said something like a broken jar.

"She takes better care of the rain than I do, that's why we are so close. I, I,"

"Okay, okay, I didn't say anything. I'll get you the gun after we finish practicing."

He Yuzhu's mood improved only when he heard that He Daqing agreed to give him the Crescent Gun.

The embarrassment just now was immediately diluted by the joy of presenting the treasure.

He Yuzhu took He Daqing to their shooting range.

The shooting range is not big, mainly because of its special location.

It is a depression surrounded by a small hill, so even if a gunshot is fired, the sound will not be heard far away.

He Daqing has a lot of experience in teaching marksmanship.

Teach it verbatim, and then directly give your son the skill book.

Directly brought He Yuzhu's shooting to an advanced level.

Then there are the fighting skills.

Also got it to the advanced level.

Anyway, He Daqing would practice it once, and let He Yuzhu learn it, and when he was learning, he would take a picture of the skill book for him.

After three or four hours of hard work, He Yuzhu has completely mastered the skills.

"Dad, is it that simple?"

He Yuzhu still looked incredulous.

He used to think shooting was awesome and was very envious.

But after learning for an hour, I could hit the target with every pistol shot.

At this moment, he felt that shooting was as easy as walking and eating.

He was somewhat doubtful of his past self, thinking that he was just like a child, how could he envy such a simple thing.

The same goes for combat skills.

Although there is no muscle memory, a large number of fighting skills suddenly appear in my mind.

Most of these skills were the ones that He Daqing had just demonstrated to him, and some were combinations of basic skills.

He mastered all this knowledge in just half a day, which made him feel like a genius. At the same time, he also suspected that what He Daqing taught was too basic.

"Yeah, it's that simple. It took me less than an hour to learn this."