Siheyuan: How dare I mess with a man who is an expert in men's health?

PS: Those who watched the previous chapter from 0:0 to 30: last night can go back and watch it, which adds the plot where He Yushui inquires about He Daqing's address.

After getting the address, He Yushui immediately opened his schoolbag and started writing a letter at the post office.

She poured out all the grievances she had suffered over the years and filled three pages of her homework book, which she still hadn't finished.

The more she wrote, the sadder she became, and her tears fell on the paper, causing passers-by to look surprised.

Fortunately, the comrade who knew the reason explained it, otherwise the security personnel would have kicked us out.

He Yushui finally wrote a thick letter, bought an envelope and stamps, and sent it to Baoding.

After thanking the staff again, she seemed to have someone to support her and mustered up the courage to go to Compound No. 95.

Cao Anping didn't know that He Yushui had gotten her father's address so easily, otherwise she would have sighed: "Reading can still help you grow your brain."

At this moment, he came to the Security Department's office with anticipation.

When Section Chief Hou saw this, he didn't say much, but immediately took up his coat and said:

"Brother Anping, you are here. Come on, I have been waiting for you."

Cao Anping was a little confused: "Brother Hou, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I thought I could only go during the lunch break, so I came a little late."

Section Chief Hou waved his hand and said, "It's not too late yet. We have plenty of time. Let's go early and come back early. We have a mission in the afternoon."

Cao Anping suggested apologetically: "If time is insufficient, we can do it another day. I am not in a hurry to practice shooting.

It's working hours now, will it affect your work? "

Section Chief Hou asked Cao Anping to continue walking out, and replied with a smile: "Don't worry, there will be no delay.

Our security department is part of the military, and we have to maintain a certain amount of training, so going to the shooting range is also considered work."

Cao Anping nodded and followed, feeling a little envious. Of course, he only envied the weapons training and being able to shoot, but he stayed away from physical training, because he was a lazy person.

When he arrived at the door, he was about to ride his bicycle, but Section Chief Hou stopped him and said, "The shooting range is a bit far, so leave the bicycle at the factory and we can go there by motorcycle."

When Cao Anping saw the motorcycle, he was a little dumbfounded and had a bad feeling.

Because the car was so old, it was basically a sidecar with only the main body and the frame left, commonly known as a sidecar.

Cao Anping carefully observed the shock absorption system, his mouth twitched, and he asked speechlessly:

"Brother Hou, this car is probably older than me.

You are the head of the security department, with hundreds of people under you. You are at least a deputy battalion commander in the military system. Why don't you have a four-wheeled vehicle?"

Section Chief Hou smoked a cigarette and said proudly: "Don't look down on this broken car, it was captured by our battalion from the Japanese.

Later, we installed machine guns and chased the Japanese for more than sixty miles.

Just this tire has crushed at least 20 Japanese soldiers to death..."

As he spoke, Section Chief Hou's smug expression turned a little melancholy. He took a deep puff of his cigarette and continued:

“I was just 16 years old when I joined the army, and I envied the veterans who could ride bicycles and sit in sidecars and use machine guns.

Maybe it was because they were riding too fast, and most of them died one after another. When it was finally my turn to ride, I thought I would follow in the footsteps of my predecessors and die gloriously.

I didn’t expect the war to have reached a turning point, and we were able to make great progress all the way…”

Cao Anping's expression became more serious, and he looked at the motorcycle with a different look in his eyes. He sighed and said, "Now that you put it that way, it's not a broken bike anymore. It's my honor to ride it today."

Section Chief Hou came back to his senses, waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "It's not that exaggerated. There are many items that have been used to defeat the Japanese, and they are not that valuable.

Our security department rarely goes out on field missions, so we don't have a car. Otherwise, I wouldn't ride this broken car. Except for the horn, the whole body of the car makes noises."

Section Chief Hou fiddled with the fire for a minute before he finally lit it, then he sat on it with ease.

Cao Anping saw a wooden board installed on the back seat and silently sat in the sidecar.

After sitting in the sidecar, he seemed to see the mounted machine guns, the flying artillery fire, and the Japanese soldiers who had thrown away their armor and weapons.

I have to sigh: "This is really a motorcycle with a story!"

"Rumble..."

Without a muffler roaring, the motorcycle drove out of the steel mill with a trail of black smoke.

Cao Anping shrank his body, faced the cold wind, and left in silence amid the envious gazes of everyone.

"Ouch..."

Suddenly, when he passed a small depression, he felt his buttocks were numb.

It was Cao Anping's first time riding a motorcycle since traveling here, but the experience was not pleasant. He complained in his heart:

'I'd rather ride a bicycle, it's such a pain.

But considering the story of this car, it doesn't seem so bad.'

Because of the cold wind, the two did not talk any more. The motorcycle kept driving towards the suburbs outside the city. It took about forty to fifty minutes to reach the destination.

Unlike the Internal Security Department, which is a simple shooting range close to the city, this place is simply a military training base with soldiers standing guard.

Cao Anping was both excited and a little nervous, and he also doubted whether he could get in with his identity.

As expected, he was stopped, but Section Chief Hou said, "Brother Anping, take out your gun certificate and ID. I need to check it."

When we made the appointment yesterday, I asked him to do so, so of course Cao Anping was brought along.

After the soldier on guard checked it carefully, he saluted and handed the document back.

Section Chief Hou returned the salute reflexively. Cao Anping put away his ID and hurriedly learned to salute, but his salute was not standard.

After entering the camp, although Cao Anping was very curious, he did not ask many questions.

He came here just to practice shooting and didn't want to explore any secrets to avoid getting into trouble.

The shooting range was very wide. Cao Anping took out bullets and the Tokarev TT pistol from his backpack.

Section Chief Hou was not idle either. After explaining some experiences to Cao Anping, he began to practice himself.

"Bang bang bang..."

The wide shooting range was suddenly filled with the sound of gunfire, which made people extremely excited.