Chapter 1560 If you want to learn, I will teach you!

The next day.

The second day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The imperial concubine got up early in the morning and worked with Xiao Hu and others to help move the oil barrels stored in the oil depot.

In addition to oil tankers, oil is mainly transported by oil barrels on heavy trucks.

This kind of oil barrels are made of polyethylene (PE) and can be reused and filled with oil.

A barrel of oil usually has a volume of 200 liters, a diameter of 80 cm, and a height of 120 cm.

A barrel of oil weighs hundreds of kilograms and requires several people to push it.

There are six oil depots in Oil City, three underground and three above ground.

A long time ago, underground fortresses were built in the oil city. Nowadays, these underground fortresses are basically used as warehouses to store oil and various food, ammunition, and other materials.

There are one hundred and forty vehicles and twenty tank trucks. The tank trucks range from 5 tons to 50 tons. The 20-ton tank trucks can hold 600 tons of oil.

One hundred and twenty trucks, ranging from ten-ton to 100-ton overweight trucks, with an average load of 30 tons and can carry 3,600 tons of materials.

However, the materials transported from Oil City to Da Zhangshu Base are not only oil, but also various materials collected from Oil City that are needed for Da Zhangshu Base.

Whenever the Da Zhangshu Base needs something, it will issue tasks to three places simultaneously and use people from the three places to search for it. There are many survivors in Oil City and the population flow rate is high. You can always find it through Oil City. .

In addition to the required supplies and materials, even the various mine information, zombie information, etc. can be released through the mission halls in the three places.

One hundred and forty vehicles, twenty oil tankers, one hundred trucks containing oil barrels, and the remaining twenty trucks contain some materials found after other headquarters bases released missions.

Shipping oil barrels takes a lot of time. The main thing is that the stacking of oil barrels must be reasonable and stable. Otherwise, on such dilapidated roads in the last days, accidents may easily occur in the ups and downs.

"Slow down, slow down. Don't tip over." Xiao Hu shouted to the team members who were pushing the carts to carry the oil drums.

Whenever oil drums were moved, he had to watch on site.

There are many precautions to be taken when transporting oil drums. Before transporting oil drums, flammable materials must be controlled and the source of fire must be cut off during transport. Anyone who dares to smoke at this time must be severely punished.

North District of Trading Market.

Building 7, inpatient building.

Third uncle and Lao Luo came together.

In the ward, Hei Shou and Zheng Shiwu were sitting on the bed.

There was no communication between the two.

For this mission, the two of them were placed in the same room after their condition stabilized.

When the third uncle came in, he saw that the two of them had not exchanged a word. It seemed that the atmosphere was a little solid.

The door was pushed open, and the two people in the room also saw Third Uncle and Lao Luo.

When Zheng Shiwu saw his third uncle coming in, he stood up immediately. When Black Hand saw Zheng Shiwu standing up, he also stood up slowly.

Blackhand still doesn't know the identity of the third uncle, nor what Zheng Shiwu used to do. Although he was defeated by Zheng Shiwu in the octagonal cage, he was not convinced.

When he was in the Octagon, he did not use cold weapons or guns. If he was allowed to use weapons, he felt that he was stronger than the masked man, Zheng Shiwu.

The third uncle took a look at the condition of the two of them. The gauze on Hei's hand had been removed, and the wound on Zheng Shiwu's arm had also healed. After these days of eating and drinking, the two of them looked rosy and had sufficient energy and blood.

The two of them were already in good physical condition and recovered from their injuries much faster than ordinary people.

In just half a month, the two of them recovered more than half.

"It seems that you have recovered well, so is it time to start the mission?" The third uncle asked, looking at the two of them.

"I don't have a problem, I don't know about him." Black Hand glanced at Zheng Shiwu, and his words were thorny.

Zheng Shiwu ignored Black Hand and said respectfully to his third uncle:

"I'm always ready to fight."

"hehe."

The third uncle smiled and nodded. It seemed that the two of them had fought before, but they still haven't let go of their unpleasantness.

The two of them are going to carry out a mission in the northwest. It will definitely be more difficult to do it alone, but together they will have someone to take care of them.

So he said to the two of them: "In that case, I will let you set off tomorrow. Then you two will form a team and go to the northwest together. Before leaving, I will send someone to prepare three months' worth of food, firearms, bullets, Bombs, walkie-talkies, everything you need."

"Let me go with him? Who listens to whom?" Black Hand asked.

It seemed that he was still a little unconvinced.

The third uncle looked at Zheng Shiwu. Zheng Shiwu looked at the black hand with some disdain, "Of course you listen to me, what can you say to a defeated general of yours."

Black Hand's eyes turned cold, "Close combat is only a part of strength. If I have cold weapons, I can kill you directly. I can also crush you with my marksmanship."

"Ha!" Zheng Shiwu snorted coldly, his face full of disdain.

The third uncle's taste is obvious. Neither of them is convinced by the other. The solution is very simple.

Let them compare the two.

"In this case, let's let you compete. Compare melee combat, cold weapon duel, and marksmanship according to these three items. Who wins and who leads the team? How about it?" Third Uncle suggested.

"Do you dare?" Black Hand raised his head arrogantly and looked down upon Zheng Shiwu.

"Okay." Zheng Shiwu nodded.

"Then you two change your clothes." The third uncle waved to Zhong Chuchu behind him and asked him to bring his clothes.

Two sets of spotted camouflage uniforms.

Zhong Chuchu put her clothes on their bed and went out.

After the third uncle came out of the ward, he picked up the walkie-talkie and contacted Ju Tianrui, who was in the recruit training camp, and asked him to prepare guns, cold weapons, and a venue.

soon.

Zheng Shiwu and Black Hand walked out wearing camouflage uniforms.

Zheng Shiwu's face was covered with a black mask and a hat.

The third uncle didn't say anything when he saw it. Wearing a mask was his own freedom.

"Let's go." Lao Luo glanced at the two of them and said.

The group of people arrived at the recruit training base in the North District, which covers a total area of ​​20 acres.

Ju Tianrui stopped the recruit training and greeted his third uncle and others.

"Minister, the weapons site is ready." As he spoke, he pointed to the two tables on the right.

On it were placed daggers, spears, bayonets, crossbows, machetes, fighting guns and other cold weapons, while on another table were automatic rifles, pistols, sniper rifles and other firearms.

The third uncle looked at Hei Shou and Zheng Shiwu behind him.

"Let's compare the marksmanship first?"

"Automatic rifle, fixed-point target shooting, 200 meters and 400 meters, twenty rounds of bullets, see who has the higher hit rate."

The two men stepped forward and each took out an automatic rifle to familiarize themselves with the firearms in their hands.

Zheng Shiwu's movements are as smooth as clouds and water, and he can disassemble and assemble very quickly.

Blackhand frowned slightly after seeing his actions, and secretly thought that this man seemed to be very familiar with firearms.

"I'm fine."

"I'm fine too."

Lao Qin acted as the referee in the middle, holding a whistle and saying to the black hand: "You shoot the target first."

Drop-off--

Whistle!

Blackhand stood in a standing position, aimed at a fixed round target 200 meters away, took a deep breath, and fired.

Bang! Bang!

After ten rounds, the person observing the target on the opposite side ran to take down the iron gun target and study it.

"Ten shots hit ten rings, a total of one hundred rings."

The corners of Black Hand's mouth raised, and it was easy for him to shoot at a fixed point position at 200 meters.

He looked at Zheng Shiwu with a hint of provocation, but Zheng Shiwu ignored him.

Lao Qin asked Black Hand to put down his gun and signaled Zheng Shiwu to prepare.

A whistle blew.

Gunshots followed.

Bang! Bang bang! .

After ten consecutive rounds of bullets were fired, the observer also reported the result that all ten rounds hit the tenth ring.

This one is a tie.

The next one is a 400-meter fixed target.

Black Hand was still first, but now the distance was doubled, 400 meters.

Generally speaking, the effective range of an automatic rifle is usually 400 meters. If it exceeds 400 meters, it does not mean that it cannot hit, but the hit rate will decrease.

This time, Blackhand was more serious. He took aim and fired bullet after bullet.

"Ten rounds hit the target, ninety-five rings! Two of the bullets were slightly offset, one with nine rings, and the other with six rings."

This result is already an excellent result because they used automatic rifles instead of sniper rifles.

And it also achieved a good score of ninety-five rings.

The key is to complete it within ten seconds.

Black Hand feels okay, at least this has shown his level.

You must know that among the special forces before the end of the world, the passing requirement for ordinary special forces was just eight hits.

He hits 100% of the time with extremely high accuracy.

Then came Zheng Shiwu, and a whistle sounded.

Bullets flew from the barrel of the gun.

Bang bang bang.

The distance between bullets is extremely short.

"Eight seconds, ninety-eight rings." The observer's voice came from the intercom.

Black Hand also heard it from the side, and he looked at Zheng Shiwu in disbelief.

After checking the target, Lao Qin said to Zheng Shiwu and the black hands:

"Master Zheng Wusheng!"

"Impossible, why is he playing better than me! I asked to see the target." Blackhand roared angrily at the referee Lao Qin.

Lao Qin frowned when he was so cruel to him for no reason, but didn't say anything.

He didn't want to argue with him.

The third uncle was very fair. He picked up the walkie-talkie and asked the observer on the opposite side to bring over all the gun targets that had just been shot.

Soon, the observers brought in all four gun targets.

And there are standards listed on who will hit it and how many meters it will cost.

When the black hand carefully saw the holes in the gun target, he was willing to admit defeat.

He lost two of the three competitions. Even though he defeated Zheng Shiwu with cold weapons, overall he lost.

No matter how reluctant Black Hand was, he had no choice but to admit it.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Zheng Shiwu stretched out his right hand, "In the past, I fought for points for the sake of points. We have no choice. From now on, we will perform tasks together and take care of each other."

Black Hand looked at the hand he extended out. Although he was still a little unconvinced, the original depression had dissipated a lot.

In his opinion, it was not that he was too weak, but that Zheng Shiwu was too strong. It would not be a shame to lose to someone stronger than him.

Even though he had absolute confidence in the use of cold weapons, he didn't want to test it because the result was already determined.

"Okay." Black Hand reached out and shook his hand.

let go.

Blackhand looked at a sniper rifle on the table,

Facing the referee just now, Lao Qin, he said with a somewhat arrogant attitude: "Who are you, want to try the sniper rifle for me?"

Lao Qin frowned when he heard Black Hand's orders.

He acted as a referee in this competition. He just lost to Zheng Shiwu by shooting at Black Hand. Black Hand yelled at himself and he didn't care about him.

Now he calls himself that person again, and his tone is so arrogant.

damn it!

"Kid, do you think you are awesome?" Lao Qin's eyes were filled with danger.

Damn it, he didn't even want to say anything when he saw the two of them pecking each other here.

Being attacked and ordered around again, he decided to show this black-handed kid what marksmanship is.

Hearing these provocative words, Black Hand snorted, "I don't know if you're good or not. Anyway, I know you can't achieve results like mine."

Zheng Shiwu knew the identities of his third uncle and Lao Qin, so he always treated them with respect and admiration.

Blackhand didn't know, he just felt that Uncle San and the others had some sense of threat in them, they were probably veterans or something like that.

But even veterans who can run 400 meters and score ninety-five points with an automatic rifle are very few, and can even be said to be extremely rare.

Zheng Shiwu, who was next to Black Hand, quickly stopped Black Hand and said, "Black Hand."

Then he shook his head and signaled him not to mess around.

"Hahaha, Lao Qin is looked down upon by others. He died laughing." Ant beside him laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.

The judge had a smile on his face. He liked to see such fun scenes.

Jackal and Third Uncle both suppressed their laughter and looked like they were watching a good show.

Lao Qin was the one with the best marksmanship at medium and long distances in their original special operations team.

Now to be looked down upon is a great pleasure.

Lao Qin was so angry that some of his eyes were not eyes and his nose was not a nose.

Shout to the observers: "Set the target!"

The observers quickly ran to replace the targets with new ones.

Before shooting, Lao Qin said to the black hand: "Young man, let me show you how to make a triangle."

"You're bragging, I'll pay you back."

Before Black Hand could finish his words, gunshots rang out.

Lao Qin's speed was so fast that he didn't even fire a single shot, but fired continuously.

Snap, snap, snap, snap!

He shot out all thirty bullets in the magazine in one go.

The gangster laughed like crazy when he saw Lao Qin shooting like this. How could anyone shoot like this?

A distance of 400 meters, an automatic rifle, and continuous fire. Shooting at such a fast speed and forming a triangle. Do you think you are a god?

After the gunfire stopped, Black Hand couldn't help but laugh:

"Brother, you are just kidding me. You are trying to hit even though you shoot continuously. You are just kidding me. Hahahaha."

"If you can hit it, I will chop off my head and use it as a urinal for you."

But Zheng Shiwu on the side looked stern. He knew the legendary deeds of Third Uncle and his group, and knew that their combat power was outrageous, but it was indeed impossible to achieve this.

The recoil of an automatic rifle, or continuous shooting, is there no recoil when the gun fires?

Lao Qin didn't say anything, just picked up the walkie-talkie and asked the observer to bring the gun target.

In full view of everyone, they watched the observer pull out the gun target and run over holding it.

When the observer holds the gun target closer and closer, and sees the triangles connected on the gun target,

The eyes of Black Hand and Zheng Shiwu changed.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could it be possible to do this!" The black hand reached out and touched the gun target, his eyes full of disbelief.

On the line between the nine and ten rings, an equilateral triangle is outlined.

A circle with ten rings surrounds this triangle.

And the gap between each bullet still seems to be the same.

Touching the bullet hole penetrated by the bullet, he suspected that he was alive.

He had never encountered anyone with such outrageous marksmanship in his life.

Zheng Shiwu also looked at Lao Qin in shock. He knew that their marksmanship was good, but he didn't know that they were so good.

Blackhand's brain was spinning wildly, recalling the posture in which Lao Qin fired just now. He recalled keenly that it seemed that when Lao Qin fired, there was almost no vibration in his shoulders and almost no recoil?

Could it be that the target has been changed? It's impossible, he saw the target being brought over with his own eyes.

He looked at Lao Qin, his lips trembling. "You, you. How did you do that?"

Lao Qin smiled calmly and put the gun back on the table.

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you!"

Hearing these words, Black Hand, who had always been a little proud, suddenly lost control of his emotions.

Sitting on the ground weakly, "I lost again."

The successive failures made him really doubt his own strength.

Are you really weak?

How could a seemingly ordinary old man be so fierce!

(asking for monthly ticket)