Chapter 17 Understanding
The order to kill Zhang Xuecheng was made after the Zhang family held a family meeting.
Even the young marshal, as the supreme commander of the Northeast Army, could not arbitrarily issue an order saying, "Just beat my uncle to death."
Zhang Xuecheng was the eldest son in his second uncle's family. He also had a younger brother, and it was his younger brother who finally agreed to beat his brother to death.
Who told him to defect to the Japanese? The Japanese assassinated his third uncle, the old marshal, in Huanggutun.
As a battalion commander, Zhang Lianjie was unaware of this decision made by the top leaders.
The soldiers under their command were also unaware of the fact that they were about to go against the tide.
After a day of fighting, the soldiers were exhausted and all looked for a place in the mountains to rest.
At this time, Shang Zhen was holding his rifle and looking at the dark dusk, seeming to be lost in thought.
He had previously confirmed that he was not afraid of blood or gunshot, and that he only felt heartache when he saw the blood-splattering scene of people or animals being killed by bullets.
However, after this day's battle, he was surprised to find that he was indifferent to the death of his enemies.
In other words, no matter how miserable the enemy's death was, although he felt nauseous, he did not feel that kind of heartbroken pain.
Could it be that he just can't bear to see his own people die?
For this reason, when he repelled the puppet army's attack for the third time this afternoon, he took a special look at his own soldiers who had died in battle.
Sure enough, when he saw the fallen soldier, he felt his heart ache again, and then his face turned pale and began to tremble again.
Because of this, he was ridiculed by several old soldiers next to him, who said, "What a coward!"
Shang Zhen was speechless.
How could he explain this to others? He himself didn't even understand how to explain it to others.
Well, let cowards be cowards!
But even a coward has to survive. He couldn't understand why his body was in this condition, but after the battle stopped, he still had to train his body.
Shang Zhen now feels the disadvantages of being weak.
He joined the army and then caught up with the battle. He did not have any talents that were common among ordinary people. In order to survive, he had to seize all the non-combat time to strengthen his body and exercise.
In the afternoon, he had fired more than twenty shots while repelling the attack of the puppet army.
But to his regret, during the entire design process, he only injured two enemies in total, and both were hit on the first try.
He naturally summed up the reason, which was that when he shot at the puppet army for the first time, the puppet army was already close enough.
A rifle is a rifle after all. Although it will vibrate when shooting, it is still much more stable when used.
When the target became farther away, for example, one hundred meters away, Shang Zhen estimated that the most accurate bullet he shot might just fly past an enemy's hairline. He never saw an enemy fall down after being shot by him.
But the veterans were very accurate shooters, especially Lu Da Jiao, who, despite his smelly feet, had a really good hand at shooting! He could always knock down an enemy with three or five shots.
For this reason, Shang Zhen even asked Lu Da Jiao for advice in his spare time, but Lu Da Jiao looked at his thin body with disdain and said to him, "You should practice your strength first!"
At this time, an old soldier nearby joked, if you want to practice your shooting skills to be as accurate as Lu Dajiao, then you must first practice your feet to be as smelly as his!
Shang Zhen's request for advice this time ended in an embarrassing situation.
However, after thinking about what Lu Dajiao said carefully, he felt that it made sense.
That's because your strength is too weak, and you lack stability when shooting with a gun.
What if I aim for a long time but my hands and arms become sore before I shoot? How can I do that?
But there is some truth to it, but it is only some truth, not absolute truth.
Shang Zhen is not stupid. He knows that there are not only male soldiers but also female soldiers in this world.
How could a woman be as strong as a man? Some women are not even as strong as me, but they can shoot with rifles just as accurately.
So what's the reason here?
Shang Zhen’s own conclusion is that in addition to good eyesight, the vibration generated by the rifle should be small when the trigger is pulled.
The vibration generated by the rifle is small, so the amplitude of the muzzle vibration will be small, so after aiming, the shot will naturally be accurate.
From this we can deduce that it is wrong to pull the trigger suddenly when shooting.
Because the harder you pull the trigger, the more the gun will shake. The amplitude may seem small, but when the bullet is fired, it will be very deviated.
Therefore, pulling the trigger should be a gradual process of slowly pulling the trigger back, and the gun goes off during this process.
During the aiming process, since the gun is already accurate and the bullet is fired without any vibration, it doesn't matter if the gun shakes again.
Shang Zhen didn't know that at this moment he had summed up a shooting principle that only shooting instructors knew, which is called "aim intentionally, stimulate unintentionally."
Of course, Shang Zhen himself didn’t know whether this logic was correct or not, and he needed to experience it in future battles.
However, as this principle emerged, new problems arose.
When facing a life-or-death foe, how can one achieve the goal of firing without any intention or deviation? This requires a stable mentality.
Shooting is undoubtedly a technical and delicate job. While there is an urgent desire to kill the enemy in the heart, the action must be calm and composed.
It was already dark, and Shang Zhen raised his gun. He wanted to find that feeling of calmness.
But just as he put the butt of the gun to his shoulder, he grimaced because of the pain.
He was a new recruit and had fired so many shots in the afternoon that the recoil from the butt of the gun had swollen his shoulder.
Forget it, I'll wait until my shoulder gets a little better before practicing again, Shang Zhen thought to himself, and finally lay down, but he still held his rifle in his arms.