At the gate of Makar’s farm, the young girls and boys who got off the bus were greeted by Suisui and one of her female classmates and divided into two groups according to gender. Then they were divided into two groups by Mexican cowboy Diego and his The wives each took them with them, and lined up to get into the two large Indian tents set up on the grass in the distance.
When everyone, including the chef, Master Sun, lined up to come out of the other end of the tent, they had each changed into a set of retro jeans with a strong Victorian style. Among them, there are many girls wearing floor-length skirts that are only seen in western cowboy movies.
But without exception, these men and women who had changed their outfits all had a cowhide holster with beautiful patterns hanging on their waists, and a revolver inserted in the holster. Not to mention, on everyone's shoulders, there is also a lever rifle that looks very old.
"Makar, is it dangerous to fire a gun when you come up?"
Wei Ran asked with fear, and at the same time secretly slandered the other party that his body was indeed full of blood. If someone catches fire, everyone present may be in trouble.
"Don't worry," Makar replied confidently, "I just sent out weapons. I won't send them bullets as well."
Wei Ran turned around and looked around him. His expression was Chang Suisui's, but he didn't say anything in the end.
At the same time, there were several young men dressed in cowboy uniforms who were carrying everyone's luggage from the bus to a horse-drawn caravan with the same retro flavor. The person responsible for driving was Diego's daughter.
Led by Makar, his partner Diego and the middle-aged cowboys around them, these thirty or so people held an unloaded but scary revolver in one hand and a gun in the other. The mobile phones, like time travelers, walked into the camp in the middle of the ranch talking and laughing.
While Suisui was dividing up the rooms among the fat sheep brought to her, Wei Ran approached Makar again and asked curiously, "It must have taken a lot of effort to prepare these."
p>"It's much simpler than you think"
Makar said with his fingers, "Our two rooms are enough to accommodate so many people, and the jeans were bought from a second-hand store. , the weapons were borrowed from neighbors and friends, and even the bullets that had not been distributed to them were reloaded by ourselves."
At this point, Makar revealed his flesh. With a pained expression, "The only place where I spent money was on the custom-made caravans. I spent almost ten thousand dollars on those outdated things."
"I believe you will be here soon." I'll make it back." Wei Ran patted the other party's shoulder, not knowing what to say for a moment. .
After the two of them chatted for a few words, the chef, Master Sun, had already followed Suisui and greeted Makar and Wei Ran, as well as Katianka who came over to help. Put those kitchen utensils and various seasonings in the pickup truckThey all moved to a piece of gravel land that had been cleared in advance on the lakeshore.
Before they could help set up the formation, the tourists also boarded several horse-drawn caravans under the leadership of a few middle-aged cowboys.
"Where are they going?" Suisui couldn't help but ask.
"Go to the cowboy shooting range we recently built"
Makar called for everyone to climb into a caravan, and followed the chattering tourists in front of him along the lakeside. The gravel beach went around behind the oak forest on the opposite side.
The layout of this so-called cowboy shooting range is extremely simple. The grass in square bags is soaked with water and piled up to form a wall to block bullets.
A few tin cans sprayed with red paint or steel plates cut into various shapes were suspended on a rusty metal shelf, with several balloons filled with water mixed in between.
It seems that at least half of this group of tourists have been to Inta’s camp, and even some of the familiar faces have been to Inta more than once. To be fair, not only is the cost over there in Inta much lower, at least it looks more professional than here.
For this reason, some of the tourists who had their leeks cut several times by Suisui inevitably showed disappointment on their faces.
But soon, as an old cowboy who looked almost forty or fifty years old came on the field, the disappointment on their faces at the last moment also turned into dullness after Diego blew the whistle.
Not only them, but also Wei Ran, who didn't take it seriously at first, was shocked by the old cowboy's dazzling skills.
Because at the moment when the whistle sounded, the old cowboy quickly pulled out the single-action revolver in the holster on his waist, squeezed the trigger with one hand, and held the gun with the other hand. Flip the hammer quickly and repeatedly.
Accompanied by several gunshots that were almost connected in a line, before the five balloons scattered everywhere exploded and the water splashed to the ground, the revolver in the old cowboy's hand exploded. The gun had been inserted back into the holster accurately, and he had resumed his position of holding the belt buckle with both hands.
"This is a cowboy Iai-slashing American traditional martial arts performance"
Wei Ran subconsciously muttered something in Chinese. He had only seen this move in movies. Before this, he never thought that he would have the opportunity to see it with his own eyes.
"Old Jerry is our local cowboy shooting champion for five consecutive years."
Makar said proudly, "Among the people I have met, there is no one better than Old Jerry." He shoots faster and more accurately, and there is no one who can even draw a gun faster than him."
"He is also your neighbor," Wei Ran asked dully.
"He and Jessica's father are comrades in arms. They fought in the Gulf War together when they were young."
Makar put his arms around his wife and said, "Old Jerry Jessica specially invited him. In the next few days, he will personally teach everyone how to play with guns in the American way."
"It's hard to get a few Indians to come over and join in the fun." Suisui mumbled in Chinese.He said, let alone Wei Ran, not even she knew about this.
This was not over yet. While Makar was introducing, several young men brought two more empty oil drums, and the daughter of cowboy Diego handed a revolver to the other party. On hand.
"The next thing to perform is cowboy action shooting." Makar's tone was full of expectations, and his eyes were staring at Old Jerry who was reloading the revolver.
A moment later, the whistle in Diego's hand blew again, and the old Jerry, who was originally standing holding on to his belt buckle, immediately grabbed the lever rifle placed on the oil drum.
After gunshots were fired almost one after another, a row of ten red tin cans more than ten meters apart exploded one after another, splattering various colors of paint.
Before the last bullet shell fell to the ground, Old Jerry had already replaced the empty lever rifle in his hand with two single-action Colt revolvers.
The two revolvers that fired alternately this time were much slower, but their accuracy was not affected at all. Soon, ten beer cans exploded one after another.
Old Jerry has also stuffed the two pistols back into the holsters on his waist, picked up the old-fashioned flat-double shotgun and four No. 12 shotguns placed on the second oil drum. .
After four more dull gunshots, each of the four washbasin-sized circular steel plates made a pleasant buzzing sound as the bullets struck one after another.
Almost at the same time that Old Jerry put the double-barreled shotgun back into the oil barrel, a boy holding a mobile phone shouted excitedly in English, "24 seconds, 24 shots, one shot per second"
"Pervert" Katenka, who was standing behind Wei Ran, couldn't help but muttered.
"Can you do it?" Wei Ran turned around and asked with interest, and even Suisui looked at Katenka.
The latter spread his hands and said, "I can't do it. I haven't even really fired a gun."
"Would you like to try it?"
Makar took out an iron box containing bullets from the bag he carried and handed it over, "These bullets are all reloaded by ourselves. The charge is only half or even one-third of the normal amount, and the recoil is almost negligible." , it’s very easy to play.”
“I’ll forget it,” Katenka was the first to refuse. “This is not a sport I’m good at. I’d better concentrate on my translation.”
p>“I’ll forget it too”
Suisui saw that the classmates she arranged were already practicing their barely passing CET-4 English with the professional cowboys by making gestures and guessing. Spoken language, he immediately pulled Katenka and ran over.
Seeing Makar, who had been rejected continuously, looking at him, Wei Ran, who couldn't help at all because he didn't speak English, happily took the iron box.
This small box contains 24 rounds of ammunition. Except for four rounds of the largest brass shells, the rest are for revolvers and lever rifles.
Following Makar to another shooting position next door, Wei RanraoThe interested ones, under the guidance of the former, hung a holster on each side of their waist, and then slowly stuffed hand-loaded lead-tipped bullets into the lever rifle and revolver.
"First hit the ten red targets with the lever rifle, then the ten blue targets with the revolver, and finally the four yellow targets with the shotgun."
Makar briefly explained the rules, and finally reminded again, "The whistle is a signal. The muzzle of the gun can only be pointed at the target. It will be a foul if it exceeds the horizontal line of the body. Give me the signal when you are ready."
Hearing this, Wei Ran nodded, "Let's get started"
As the whistle sounded, Wei Ran immediately grabbed the lever rifle placed on the oil drum and started shooting.
With the sound of gunfire one after another, Wei Ran deliberately missed a few targets, then hurriedly pulled out the revolvers on both sides of his hips and started shooting.
After making a lot of clanking noises, Wei Ran deliberately pretended to be in a hurry and shot the last four rounds with the old-fashioned shotgun. Then he shook his head helplessly, "This is a big deal for me. It’s so difficult, it’s the first time I’ve used three weapons in such a short period of time.”
“76 seconds” Makar put away his phone and said with a smile, “Victor, although you haven’t done it before. I have played with guns, but my results are really bad."
"It seems that I really have no talent in shooting."
Wei Ran said with pretense of regret. He admitted that although he was suspected of deliberately letting the water fall, he also knew that even if he did not let the water fall, he would not be able to achieve a score of less than 30 seconds.
Not to mention that these guns are not the same as those he has used. It is not a problem to shoot quickly or accurately alone, but it is not a problem to use these weapons in combination to shoot quickly and accurately. , but it was far from as simple as he thought.
After experiencing the traditional American martial arts program, Wei Ran no longer wanted to join in the fun, and took the initiative to take over the nanny job to help take care of the children. He held Makar's son Gorman and sat in a greenhouse. In the car, while no one was paying attention to him, he made a video call with Jima.
As expected, the other end of the video is not the quarter horse in class, but instead the husky Mr. Gorbachev keeps at the Hongqi Forest Farm.
But while Wei Ran was teasing the little guy in his arms as if talking to himself, Gorman's suppressed and indistinct murmurs came from the speaker of the mobile phone.
"Victor, what are you talking about?" Makar came to Weiyan carrying two cans of cold beer.
Seeing this, Wei Ran gave way to the side, motioned Makar to sit down, then pointed at the playful husky on the screen and said, "Let me show Gorman my good friend. It’s been too long since I’ve seen him, so I’m a little uneasy.”
Makar came closer, looked at the husky wagging its tail on the screen, and asked, “What’s its name?”
” "Call me daddy," Wei Ran, who had ulterior motives, said in Russian mixed with Chinese.
"Dad"
Makar, who had no idea that he was having a video with his biological father, repeated in confusion, "What a strange name."
"It's really strange"
Wei Ran laughed He smiled and handed the little guy in his arms to Makar. While teasing the drooling little guy, he turned to the phone and looked at the little guy and asked, "Gorman, do you like him? "
The little guy in Makar's arms obviously didn't understand Russian, but he clapped his little hands and muttered something vaguely.
On the other end of the video call, Gorman bit his cuff, trying not to make any sound. At the same time, he accidentally shook it off while nodding desperately. The muddy tears that have already been shed.
"Gorman, do you like him? Do you want us to get one too?" Makar asked in English while holding his son.
"Does he still not understand Russian?" Wei Ran, who knew what he was asking, stalled for time as he had nothing to say.
“I’m usually too busy, so Jessica takes care of him.”
Makar’s tone was filled with guilt, “My mother usually teaches when she has time. He has some Russian words, and now this little guy can mix English and Russian at every turn. I even had some disputes with Jessica because of these little things."
"It doesn't matter, there will be a lot of time in the future."
Wei Ran glanced at the screen without a trace, picked up the beer Makar just brought over, opened it and touched it with the other party. Under the bright sunshine, they chatted about the next step. Arrangements for a few days.
After finishing the can of beer, Makar pointed to the distance and said, "Okay Victor, it's time for us to get ready for lunch. I'll take you to ride horses in the afternoon."< /p>
"Although I may not be good at shooting, riding a horse is my strength."
"You know how to ride a horse?" Makar asked in surprise.
"Of course" Wei Ran sighed silently after finishing speaking, picked up his phone and closed the video call that had been on. ,Please remember:,Free fastest update No anti-theft No anti-theft