Siheyuan: Married a female spy at the beginning of 1944

After introducing each other, instructor Wang Zhanshan led the three people to a small courtyard.

There is a square table and four benches in the small courtyard. (The long benches should be counted as strips.)

After a few people sat down, the instructor began to check the household registration.

Especially for Wang Guotao.

I asked him a lot about the situation of the 12th Military Division.

After understanding the situation, he went out and came back after five or six minutes.

Next, they were asked how they met Gao Degui.

"You said you wanted to save him, but you had no choice but to watch?"

"Well, I have no weapons and there are only a few of them. I just want to follow quietly and see where they are going to send Captain Gao."

Liu Guotao had no ability to save people at that time. Although he wanted to, he was powerless.

Wang Zhanshan looked at He Daqing next to him again.

Somewhat doubtfully he asked:

"Master He, you wiped out an entire Japanese rifle group by yourself?"

He Daqing thought to himself, this is nothing, the number of Japanese soldiers I have killed now is definitely more than your entire company.

"Haha, what an unexpected thing. I didn't expect the little devils to be so unlucky. They always bump into bullets.

I had never used a gun before, it was just an accident.

Hehe, hehe. "

Looking at He Daqing's honest yet slightly cunning expression, Wang Zhanshan didn't know whether he should believe what the two said.

So I decided to test He Daqing.

"Then Master He's spear skills must be very powerful, how about letting us see it for ourselves?"

"Then I'll make a fool of myself. Bring me my gun and I'll give it a try. If I don't shoot accurately, don't laugh at me."

"Little Radish, give me the gun."

The instructor was calling out to a young child, who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old, and was not even as tall as Yueya.

The child was holding the gun that He Daqing had just brought back.

Wipe carefully with your sleeve.

The instructor shouted once, and when the child didn't respond, he raised his voice and shouted again.

"Little Radish, bring the gun here quickly."

"Ah, oh oh, comrade, your gun."

The child reluctantly returned the gun to He Daqing.

Although he was talking to He Daqing, his eyes never left the gun.

He Daqing touched the child's head and then took the gun.

He took out a handful of bullets from his pocket, placed them on the table, picked up two of them, and pressed them into the magazine.

He raised the gun, pointed it at a tree 200 meters away, and pulled the trigger.

After a "bang" sound.

You can see a small puff of smoke coming out of the tree.

The gunshot startled a sparrow in the tree.

The sparrow quickly flew away from the tree.

He Daqing wanted to show off and didn't even aim.

He fired a shot at the sparrow.

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“Well, the sparrow is too small and it’s a moving target, so it’s normal that we can’t hit it.

But the first shot also showed that Master He's shooting skills are indeed amazing. Even in our entire regiment, you are ranked top."

He Daqing was also embarrassed. This B was too big.

It was because of the huge goal of defeating the Japanese that made him inflated.

“The main reason is that this gun is not so easy to use. When I have a gun that is easy to use, I will definitely be able to hit the target.

Comrade, I see you like this gun very much, so I will give it to you. You can use it to kill more Japanese in the future."

He Daqing found an excuse for himself and handed the gun to the kid who had just cleaned the gun.

If this gun were in his hands, he would probably use it until it was scrapped without even cleaning it.

Little Carrot was a little bit unbelieving at first. You know, this gun was almost as good as a new one. Even the old soldiers in their company didn't have such a good gun.

He looked at He Daqing with a questioning look.

When I saw He Daqing's expression, it didn't seem like he was joking.

His smile suddenly disappeared.

Then he looked at the instructor expectantly.

"Why don't you thank Master He quickly? Don't let Master He down. Make good use of this gun in the future."

"Thank you, Master He. Thank you, Master He."

Xiaoluobo took the gun from He Daqing with both hands, then held it in his arms with love and rubbed his face against the gun.

After seeing He Daqing's marksmanship, the instructor began to believe that he could kill an entire Japanese rifle group by himself.

This is a distance of 200 meters, and he can shoot so accurately. So at 100 meters, right?

The distance of most battles is basically around 100 meters.

Because our army has few bullets, we often keep the enemy at a distance of about 50 meters.

This distance is very advantageous in defense.

"Master He, what are your plans for the future? Who else is at home?"

When Wang Zhanshan saw He Daqing's marksmanship and physique, he also wanted to recruit He Daqing to his team.

“I have a wife and two children at home. I am currently the head chef of Tan’s cuisine, and the salary is pretty good.

Xiao Liu knows that Tan’s cuisine is high-end cuisine in Beijing, and a chef like me can make a pretty good living.”

He Daqing showed off his identity like this just to tell the other party.

Don't pull me into your team. I have a wife and children and a warm bed. I'm living a very comfortable life.

I don't want to suffer by hiding from you.

In fact, He Daqing just didn't want to be bound by discipline or restricted by the organization.

Liu Guotao actually also wanted to recruit He Daqing into the team.

He Daqing killing the Japanese was a real thing happening right before our eyes.

He was sure that He Daqing was definitely not on the Japanese side.

The rest are either ordinary people or from the Kuomintang.

But he had already thought about it.

Even if he was on the Kuomintang side, he could pull He Daqing over.

Because he saw He Daqing's kindness and sympathy for the poor from the incident of Yueyaer.

That’s right, although He Daqing is not a rich man, he is definitely not a poor man.

He Daqing's salary is not small, at least much more than most workers.

It can be compared to the treatment of chefs in five-star hotels in later generations.

But what he wanted was to pull He Daqing into his own team, his department, the enemy work team.

“Well, my master is from Peking, and his family of four lives quite well, and the family can’t live without him.

The family of three depends on him for their livelihood.”

Wang Zhanshan thought about it and felt that it seemed unlikely to bring He Daqing into the team to fight guerrilla warfare with them.

I can only sigh

"Oh, what a pity. Ah, no, I mean that Master He is such a good marksman, but he can't kill a few more Japanese soldiers. It's a pity.

If you join us, the Japanese will be terrified."

After chatting for a while, Wang Zhanshan had already figured out He Daqing's basic situation.

But after finding out the truth, he and Liu Guotao both had a question.

Why is He Daqing's shooting skills so accurate?

After thinking about it, there is only one explanation: it is innate.

Some people are just born with great talents, you can’t deny it.

At this time, a soldier hurried over and whispered something in Wang Zhanshan's ear.

Then left again.